[ Margaery's evidently not aware that she's not meant to be as impressed as she is; the dagger is beautiful, curved in a way that she's not familiar with, but it looks lovely and elegant - a perfect representation for who she is in blade form. ]

Adrasteia. [ she speaks softly, hushed. her fingers run over the flowers curling in the hilt. ] This is so lovely, thank you so much. You seemed to have a great understanding of who I am already.

How can I ever repay you?