[when Margaery awoke to find Brienne of Tarth's name etched onto her wrist, she gave a little shrug and thought that it could be far, far worse. after all, the other woman had her appeal, she was certainly tall and strong and had striking features.

granted, she would far prefer that the so-called gods kept themselves out of her mind and her emotions in the first place, but that's clearly asking too much of them.

so she rose, dressed herself in the finest gown she had here and went in search of Brienne.

fortunately, it seemed as though the other woman was seeking her out as well as it took little time for them to locate one another.

she gives Brienne a wry smile at her question]

It's the work of the so-called gods, likely that of Love. Apparently, they feel we need to spend more time together. So, shall we?