Call out her treason. (M)

You've always had feelings for Margaery and so did every man in King's Landing. Her compassionate and charitable nature, her heart-stopping smile, the sultry way she walked, everything about her drove you mad. Was it all a lie, a facade? "My lady, how could you? The Lannisters trusted you, and you betrayed them!" you accused.

She laughed. You used to always love hearing her laugh. Now, it just sends chills down your spine. She saunters over to you and the Stark brothers. Robb steps aside allowing for her to get closer to you. She passes him the crossbow. "Trusted me?" she begins, "The Lannisters wanted me dead. That cunt, Cersei, threatened to have me strangled in my sleep. Her son treated me like a dog, her father looked at me like I was some back-alley whore, and her brother tried to **** me in the Sept..."

She places a hand on your chest and begins to teasingly draw circles over your tunic with her index finger. She stares into your eyes and brings her face closer to yours. "...so I killed them." Ser Jaime. The thought of your now dead master fills you with dread. She kisses you. Her lips are soft and warm. In the past, you would've been enlivened by it, but now it just paralyzes you with fear.

"What should we do with him, my lady?" the bastard Snow asks.

Margaery smirks and replies, "Let's get the new Queen of Westeros to decide that."