[she's married for power. thrice. honestly, all three were disappointments] As am I. I have grown to be quite powerful in my own right while here.

[Margaery takes it readily] I thank you for your confidence in me! Truly, the more weapons I have in my arsenal, the happier I'll be. And won't it be something, to strike with a sword and then hit them with magic! They'll never know what hit them until it's too late. [she's beaming ear to ear. political power was nice, but this kind of power is far, far better. a thrill of anticipation goes up her spine.

and she listens to Rydia's explanation avidly] Cast fire? Truly? Fire is amazingly destructive. [she should know, she died in an explosion caused by a fire] I think I can do it. Clear my mind and bring fire to the surface. It will take a lot of focus, especially in the midst of battle, but I have a good imagination and a great deal of focus already. [in a conspiratorial tone] As I was growing up, grandmother would rap my knuckles with her cane the moment she thought my mind was wandering. And I do hope I have some. They say that in ancient times, Westerosi could use magic.

[and she looks curious] You do? What?