Are we not part of this world?
“Such a restless girl, our little queen. She seldom let more than three days pass without going off for a ride. Some days they would ride along the Rosby road to hunt for shells and eat beside the sea. Other times she would take her entourage across the river for an afternoon of hawking. The little queen was fond of going out on boats as well, sailing up and down the Blackwater Rush to no particular purpose. When she was feeling pious she would leave the castle to pray at Baelor’s Sept.”
Margaery’s kindness had been unfailing, and her presence changed everything.
"All the bullshit falls away,and what’s left is just so raw and vulnerable.It’s an agony to let people see you so exposed."