"You're not wrong," Margaery says slowly, reaching out to gently knock her own wooden dagger against Glimmer's in a slow mimicry of how she's seen others disarm. "It also seems to keep your retreat without injury nearly impossible, but I think perhaps - it's all in the grip? And the aim. If we aim correctly the first time around, we may not have to worry about how much we've overextended."

It's mostly her theorizing, and maybe about 30% bullshit, as justifying movements from the memories of all the spars she's seen is proving to be useless - and not for the first time, she wishes her brother was here. Margaery shoves that thought down though, smiling faintly at Glimmer as she mimics the lunge so the other queen can attempt to disarm her.

"What made you want to pick up dagger training, when you're already so skilled with a staff?"