The Lannisters always settled their debts, indeed that was true. But if Will hadn't agreed to certain payment before leaving the North, he likely would not receive compensation of any sort unless the Lannisters decided to purchase a hound. Thus, if Joffrey continued his boorish behavior, Will was likely to return home with nothing to show for it. Margaery knew this, even if she didn't know the specifics of the agreement between Will and Jaime. For her part, she wanted to try and make the trip a little more pleasant for him.
"Oh, but I do," she replied with a slight chuckle. "Can't have you thinking all Southerners are like them." That would make tensions between the North and South more tumultuous than they already were.
With the invitation to tea, Margaery was not about to take 'no' for an answer. Will may not have been her guest, but his hosts were not treating him as they should, in her opinion. This was her attempt at righting that. "It's no imposition at all! We entertain frequently, Grandmother is used to it. Really, she enjoys having company, as do I."
Her first impulse would have been to reach out and touch over his wrist, but as she'd seen his reaction to Jaime Lannister's sharp hit to his shoulder, Margaery held herself back. "If you like, you can go to the chambers that have been prepared for you, get settled and change if you desire, and we could send a Page to bring you to the gardens once you're ready?" Margaery again tilted her head, her smile and her eyes pleading and insisting in a way that her words could not.
When he addressed the pup again, Margaery gave a soft sigh before bending down to pick her up. She hadn't intended to return to her chambers or to her Grandmother with a puppy for herself. But as he seemed so insistent and the pup was so attached to her and she to it, how could she refuse?
"What shall I call you, hm?" Margaery smiled as the pup licked her face again. She had quite the pedigree, and a hound of the North needed a good strong name. "Raksha? How's that, little one?" The pup's only response was a small yip and incessant licks to Margaery's face.
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"Oh, but I do," she replied with a slight chuckle. "Can't have you thinking all Southerners are like them." That would make tensions between the North and South more tumultuous than they already were.
With the invitation to tea, Margaery was not about to take 'no' for an answer. Will may not have been her guest, but his hosts were not treating him as they should, in her opinion. This was her attempt at righting that. "It's no imposition at all! We entertain frequently, Grandmother is used to it. Really, she enjoys having company, as do I."
Her first impulse would have been to reach out and touch over his wrist, but as she'd seen his reaction to Jaime Lannister's sharp hit to his shoulder, Margaery held herself back. "If you like, you can go to the chambers that have been prepared for you, get settled and change if you desire, and we could send a Page to bring you to the gardens once you're ready?" Margaery again tilted her head, her smile and her eyes pleading and insisting in a way that her words could not.
When he addressed the pup again, Margaery gave a soft sigh before bending down to pick her up. She hadn't intended to return to her chambers or to her Grandmother with a puppy for herself. But as he seemed so insistent and the pup was so attached to her and she to it, how could she refuse?
"What shall I call you, hm?" Margaery smiled as the pup licked her face again. She had quite the pedigree, and a hound of the North needed a good strong name. "Raksha? How's that, little one?" The pup's only response was a small yip and incessant licks to Margaery's face.