Margaery felt a little better, but she pouted playfully when he referred to the pup as the runt. She knew it was the technical term, but it seemed so harsh. The poor thing didn't have any more control over how she was born than her littermates. Margaery reached down and carefully lifted the pup into her arms. She giggled as the puppy licked her cheek incessantly. Margaery didn't deter her, she merely lifted a single finger and pressed it to her nose.
"Settle now," she whispered, still laughing softly. The puppy was content with this order and wagged her tail eagerly. Her littermates yipped and pawed at Margaery's feet. They wanted to be lifted as well.
But Margaery looked to Will, giving him her full focus as he introduced himself. She smiled, despite his slight fumbling with his words; her grandmother's words of Northmen came to mind, that they were so secluded in the cold North that they didn't see fair Southern women often. That it made them tongue-tied. Margaery dismissed this of course, but a small part of her wondered if there was some merit to it. In her studies of the houses and families of Westeros, Margaery remembered briefly reading of House Graham, but she didn't spend much time studying the clan.
"A pleasure to meet you," she tipped her head to him. The pup took advantage of that and nipped Margaery's ear, making her cry out softly in surprise. But Margaery still wasn't cross, she smiled and nuzzled the pup's little neck. "She's so feisty!"
Then Jaime Lannister spoke up and drew their attention away. Margaery didn't like him; in truth she didn't like any Lannister. But Jaime less so; he was pompous and rude, and she had no patience for him. So when the hound snarled and yapped at him, Margaery laughed before she could stop herself. To keep the lion lord from seeing, she turned and hid her face with her free hand, covering her mouth with her fingers. Margaery glanced up to Will when she heard him whistle - and to her surprise the hound obeyed immediately. That earned Will an impressed look from the Tyrell lady.
"You are indeed very talented in your craft, Lord Graham," she complimented him. "A simple sound, and the hounds obey. That must take quite a great deal of time and energy."
The whole time she was focused on Will, she kept the pup in her arms, holding her close and feeling the warmth and softness of the pup's fur. Though she was unaware, Margaery was becoming more and more attached to the little female pup.
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"Settle now," she whispered, still laughing softly. The puppy was content with this order and wagged her tail eagerly. Her littermates yipped and pawed at Margaery's feet. They wanted to be lifted as well.
But Margaery looked to Will, giving him her full focus as he introduced himself. She smiled, despite his slight fumbling with his words; her grandmother's words of Northmen came to mind, that they were so secluded in the cold North that they didn't see fair Southern women often. That it made them tongue-tied. Margaery dismissed this of course, but a small part of her wondered if there was some merit to it. In her studies of the houses and families of Westeros, Margaery remembered briefly reading of House Graham, but she didn't spend much time studying the clan.
"A pleasure to meet you," she tipped her head to him. The pup took advantage of that and nipped Margaery's ear, making her cry out softly in surprise. But Margaery still wasn't cross, she smiled and nuzzled the pup's little neck. "She's so feisty!"
Then Jaime Lannister spoke up and drew their attention away. Margaery didn't like him; in truth she didn't like any Lannister. But Jaime less so; he was pompous and rude, and she had no patience for him. So when the hound snarled and yapped at him, Margaery laughed before she could stop herself. To keep the lion lord from seeing, she turned and hid her face with her free hand, covering her mouth with her fingers. Margaery glanced up to Will when she heard him whistle - and to her surprise the hound obeyed immediately. That earned Will an impressed look from the Tyrell lady.
"You are indeed very talented in your craft, Lord Graham," she complimented him. "A simple sound, and the hounds obey. That must take quite a great deal of time and energy."
The whole time she was focused on Will, she kept the pup in her arms, holding her close and feeling the warmth and softness of the pup's fur. Though she was unaware, Margaery was becoming more and more attached to the little female pup.