Of course, Will had no right to invite anyone along to the royal hunt, let alone Lady Tyrell. What was he thinking?! He was not used to the protocol of such events, the act of being social and actually having to talk through with certain people before making plans seemed like such a lot of fuss and bother. It was easier back home, up in the cold North. Even the nobles would change their minds and let others attended even their grandest of gatherings. Just another stark reminder of how different the North and South were.
Will smile, a letdown kind of twist to his smile, but he understood and couldn't help but feel a little foolish for having suggested it in the first place. However, when Olenna added that second part, the part about perhaps holding another, smaller hunt? Will's excitement was obvious in the spark that lit up his eyes. "Actually, now that you mention it, my Lady, I do have to take the hounds out for a warm up hunt. Make sure they're fit and fast before they attended on the Kings side." Smiling as he turned to Margaery. "It would only be me and a few others. A Squire and perhaps a stable hand, no one who would be attending the actual hunt itself."
Still, with hope in his heart that he could spend some time alone with Margaery, Will tried to sell the idea without coming across as too pushy. The other matter at hand, however, was proving more difficult to come up with a solution to. The fact remained that Will was, shall we say a little more special than your average Lord, he'd discovered at a young age that he was able to relate to people, feel their feelings and intentions... Though some would call this a gift and think to feel blessed, Will found it horrifying. He'd been mistaken for a warg when just a boy and being beaten and bruised because of it had put him off using the rare ability again. If needs be, he could always try and withdraw the Lannister's intentions for him against their will.
"Then I'll stay put and continue my visit as planned. I'm sure whatever it is they have up their sleeves can't be proven lies if evidence is collected and given to the right person." Though Will stated it as fact, it was really more of a question. He took another slice of the salted pork and smiles as he chewed. He prefered it over the fancy pastries the woman were happily devouring.
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Will smile, a letdown kind of twist to his smile, but he understood and couldn't help but feel a little foolish for having suggested it in the first place. However, when Olenna added that second part, the part about perhaps holding another, smaller hunt? Will's excitement was obvious in the spark that lit up his eyes. "Actually, now that you mention it, my Lady, I do have to take the hounds out for a warm up hunt. Make sure they're fit and fast before they attended on the Kings side." Smiling as he turned to Margaery. "It would only be me and a few others. A Squire and perhaps a stable hand, no one who would be attending the actual hunt itself."
Still, with hope in his heart that he could spend some time alone with Margaery, Will tried to sell the idea without coming across as too pushy. The other matter at hand, however, was proving more difficult to come up with a solution to. The fact remained that Will was, shall we say a little more special than your average Lord, he'd discovered at a young age that he was able to relate to people, feel their feelings and intentions... Though some would call this a gift and think to feel blessed, Will found it horrifying. He'd been mistaken for a warg when just a boy and being beaten and bruised because of it had put him off using the rare ability again. If needs be, he could always try and withdraw the Lannister's intentions for him against their will.
"Then I'll stay put and continue my visit as planned. I'm sure whatever it is they have up their sleeves can't be proven lies if evidence is collected and given to the right person." Though Will stated it as fact, it was really more of a question. He took another slice of the salted pork and smiles as he chewed. He prefered it over the fancy pastries the woman were happily devouring.