Margaery Tyrell- Before the Purple Wedding

Stepping through the portal Danny saw that he had arrived in the dead of night in what he was guessing was a palace, and probably a very high level one at that given the amount of decorations and finely made furniture. The only sounds to be heard where the quiet chirping of insects and nighttime birds, the soft rustle of different fabrics in a light breeze, and the choked gasp of shock from the rooms original occupant.

It took Danny only a split second to take the girl- no, she was a bit past the point of being called a girl, a woman-'s form. She seemed to be of average height with well-groomed brown hair, soft pale skin, an attractive and sly face, average sized but very well-formed breasts, and a somewhat flat stomach. She clearly wasn't the athletic sort, but she was in decent shape and was blessed with good genetics and the wealth to be able to focus on her physical appearance more than her usefulness in more physical aspects of this medieval world. The only thing marring her beauty was her current lightly bed ragged state and the look of confusion and fear on her face.

The two stared at each other in silence for a full second before Danny spoke up, "If you don't scream I might not put a bastard in you and brand your ass with my symbol. If you do all that will happen is everyone will know the bastard's origins." He told her calmly, trying to sound both like he was experienced in doing this and that he might actually be from this time period.