Give her food and get ready to leave

"Let me make you some food, your majesty, to sustain your strength for the journey ahead."

"That would be nice - in fact, I could help if it would ease your burden."

Truth be told, you are unsure if this member of royalty could actually help with this task usually left for the lower classes, but you are always thankful for help.

"Sure thing, if you could start boiling some water with spices, that would suffice."

You have low expectations, but surprisingly, Margaery is a fairly competent cook. The two of you work well with each other as a simple potato soup comes together over the blazing fire.

It's a delicate dance, as the two of you traipse around what can charitably be called a kitchen. Soon, the meal is done and the two of you are able to sit down on the bed with a bowl of soup each.

"This soup really is quite delicious," she remarks, after downing several spoonfuls of the stuff.

"I really didn't expect a queen to be able to cook this well."

She laughs - an adorable laugh - before responding, "I wanted to make sure I learned the basest skills of life - I could never be a good queen if I don't understand the sort of work my subjects do."

You think, for a fleeting second, that in another life, if this queen was a peasant, you might have married Margaery. Nonetheless, the two of you finish eating and prepare to leave.