Margaery smiled, finding herself overjoyed and anxious to hunt. Did they have to wait? Did she have to be patient? She would if she had to.
"I'm confident you will take care of me, Lord Graham," she said, her tone a bit darker, more velvety than usual. Enjoying the idea, seeing him in her mind's eye with a sword at his hip, or a crossbow on his arm - ready to defend her from any beast or prey that dared appear. "I have no fear, with you beside me."
She didn't want to wait. She didn't want him to only be by her side on a hunt.
When Will asked her to guide him on a walk through the gardens, Margaery's anxiousness and unwillingness to wait for tomorrow for the hunt was abated. If she had to wait for the hunt, she would do so. It was easier to wait, knowing they would have a little bit of time alone in the gardens.
"I'd be honored," she replied, smiling broadly.
"You couldn't have picked a better guide," Olenna added. "Margaery spends most of her time in these gardens, I daresay she knows them better than the King's Landing natives. Of course they're nothing compared to the gardens of Highgarden."
"Grandmother," Margaery scolded her playfully.
Margaery was indeed disappointed that Raksha couldn't come. But she knew Will was the expert. She knew it was for the best. She smiled down to the little pup and even plucked up a small piece of fruit for her to eat. "That's all right. I'm fine with you being my protector. When you're bigger Raksha, if I ever go on a hunt again, you'll be able to go. I'll need someone to protect me."
She glanced up to Will shortly after she spoke. Her gaze sought his for a moment, focusing on his eyes, the light behind them - and the darkness. After a long moment she glanced up to Olenna and smiled.
"Thank you grandmother, I'll see that her food is brought to you - I hope she won't be any trouble," Margaery smiled.
"Please, child - I've been watching you and your brothers since before you all could walk. If I could handle your mischief, I can handle a small pup!" Olenna scoffed. Margaery laughed and waved her hand at Will, dismissing her grandmother's comment.
"Ignore her, Lord Graham!" Margaery continued to laugh.
"Seven hells with that!" Olenna snapped. "You were the most mischievous of them all!"
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"I'm confident you will take care of me, Lord Graham," she said, her tone a bit darker, more velvety than usual. Enjoying the idea, seeing him in her mind's eye with a sword at his hip, or a crossbow on his arm - ready to defend her from any beast or prey that dared appear. "I have no fear, with you beside me."
She didn't want to wait. She didn't want him to only be by her side on a hunt.
When Will asked her to guide him on a walk through the gardens, Margaery's anxiousness and unwillingness to wait for tomorrow for the hunt was abated. If she had to wait for the hunt, she would do so. It was easier to wait, knowing they would have a little bit of time alone in the gardens.
"I'd be honored," she replied, smiling broadly.
"You couldn't have picked a better guide," Olenna added. "Margaery spends most of her time in these gardens, I daresay she knows them better than the King's Landing natives. Of course they're nothing compared to the gardens of Highgarden."
"Grandmother," Margaery scolded her playfully.
Margaery was indeed disappointed that Raksha couldn't come. But she knew Will was the expert. She knew it was for the best. She smiled down to the little pup and even plucked up a small piece of fruit for her to eat. "That's all right. I'm fine with you being my protector. When you're bigger Raksha, if I ever go on a hunt again, you'll be able to go. I'll need someone to protect me."
She glanced up to Will shortly after she spoke. Her gaze sought his for a moment, focusing on his eyes, the light behind them - and the darkness. After a long moment she glanced up to Olenna and smiled.
"Thank you grandmother, I'll see that her food is brought to you - I hope she won't be any trouble," Margaery smiled.
"Please, child - I've been watching you and your brothers since before you all could walk. If I could handle your mischief, I can handle a small pup!" Olenna scoffed. Margaery laughed and waved her hand at Will, dismissing her grandmother's comment.
"Ignore her, Lord Graham!" Margaery continued to laugh.
"Seven hells with that!" Olenna snapped. "You were the most mischievous of them all!"