Margaery laughed, her tone light, with a hint of sly satisfaction at a scheme that had paid off. "They tried to sound out your temperament in a roundabout way, so I told them a few harmless things. For instance, you have no patience for long-winded pleasantries, and you dislike people rushing to declare their loyalty at a first meeting before they even know you."
"That way, when they actually come before you, they'll make fewer tactless moves. Don't worry. I won't let them get anything valuable right under your nose."
Viserys gave a soft chuckle, seemingly untroubled that Margaery had taken it upon herself to speak for him. He merely said quietly, "You've certainly thought things through for me."
The corners of Margaery's lips lifted. She seemed to have known all along that Viserys would do nothing over such a minor matter, and she picked up his words. "I am yours, and House Tyrell is a loyal vassal of the Iron Throne. If I didn't give some thought to your interests, wouldn't all their efforts be wasted on beating around the bush, wasting your time?"
Ever since Viserys had drawn away from Daenerys, she had remained against the opposite wall of the pool, listening to his conversation with Margaery.
"Margaery, why did you barely say anything in the Council Chamber earlier?" Daenerys asked, looking at her. "And you talk much less in front of your grandmother than you do in the Red Keep."
Margaery's hands never stopped moving. She merely glanced at Daenerys, who was enjoying her soak, and said, "I kept quiet earlier because some things didn't need to be said by me. Everyone there understood perfectly well what His Majesty Viserys meant."
"If I had rushed to speak then, it would only have made people think House Tyrell