Viserys looked at her, a smile playing on his lips as well. He turned back toward her and only spoke when barely a fist's width remained between them. "I know. Otherwise, I wouldn't still be standing here tonight, listening to you tell me all this. And I trust you to handle what comes after."
Those words made Margaery's breathing falter slightly. Her hand still rested on Viserys's arm, and her fingers tightened instinctively.
Margaery wanted to say something more, but in the end, she merely nodded with a determined expression, then pressed her face against Viserys's chest. Listening to his steady, strong heartbeat, she felt her unsettled emotions slowly quiet down.
Daenerys had been standing to one side the whole time, her gaze moving between them several times. Although Viserys had soothed her a moment ago, she still pressed her lips together and walked over.
She came to Viserys's side and reached out to tug at his sleeve, her voice carrying a long-suppressed note of resentment. "We still have to say goodbye to the people from Highgarden before leaving tomorrow. Brother, it's already late."
Margaery did not argue with her. She simply released her hold slowly, her gentle smile returning, with not a trace of displeasure in her expression.
"Yes, Dany is right," she said. "We have to get up early tomorrow. Let's get some rest, Your Grace."
Daenerys stayed where she was. She could tell Margaery intended to sleep here again tonight. Last night, she had already been asleep at the time and had only dimly sensed something afterward, but now she was still wide awake.
Still, Daenerys said nothing. At worst, she could treat it as a chance to learn. She would certainly have to experience it herself someday anyway, and then she would no longer need to