She hadn’t meant to come back to her room so soon, but with an unexpected wedge of free time in her plans for the day, Margaery finds herself walking up the steps to the residence towers before the sun has even risen high in the sky. She’s thinking about how to best finish up the details on her flower silk crown for the next Hightown party when she turns the corner and notices a tall figure huddled over the lock at—

—yes, it is her door.

It’s only vague recognition that makes Margaery remain calm and assume he’s not a burglar - men of his stature are incredibly difficult to miss, after all. Perhaps he’s lost?

“May I help you?” she asks, tone almost sickeningly sweet to convey her true emotions. If he turns, he’ll find her standing a few feet away with her hands folded, one eyebrow raised and lips curled up in a challenging smile.