Margaery was not troubled by the idea of her grandmother making her remarks. The woman was well-known for speaking her mind, that was not about to change anytime soon. Margaery was used to it. Besides, Olenna wouldn't do anything to jeopardize either one of them. Likely, if she was displeased with the pair of them, she would only bring it to Margaery's attention. Then it would be up to her to carry out her grandmother's orders of either ceasing the affair, or ignoring Will outright.
Not that Margaery intended to heed such commands.
She laughed softly at Will's snarl and playful snapping. Damn their proximity to the maze entrance, Margaery leaned in and kissed him again, savoring the feeling of his rough lips between her soft pair, the scratch of his stubble at her cheek. She held the kiss for a long moment before pulling back slowly and smiling up at him.
"The wolf still hunts me, I think - for I have not fully yielded to it, not yet," again she whispered and carded her fingers through his dark curls.
She waited a long moment, reluctant to leave. They could run right then, away from the Red Keep and the glaring eyes of the Lannisters. But no, truly they couldn't. Not yet. Margaery smiled as he recalled his father's saying and his prowess in the snow. "I've never seen snow, even at Storm's End. I've always been curious about it," she admitted. When he held her so close, Margaery just looked up into his eyes, smiling at the wild look of his curls against his forehead. "Show me, one day?"
With that, she reluctantly pulled back, her fingers releasing his hand, putting space between them. "Shall I meet you in the stables tomorrow morning?" She bit her lower lip.
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Not that Margaery intended to heed such commands.
She laughed softly at Will's snarl and playful snapping. Damn their proximity to the maze entrance, Margaery leaned in and kissed him again, savoring the feeling of his rough lips between her soft pair, the scratch of his stubble at her cheek. She held the kiss for a long moment before pulling back slowly and smiling up at him.
"The wolf still hunts me, I think - for I have not fully yielded to it, not yet," again she whispered and carded her fingers through his dark curls.
She waited a long moment, reluctant to leave. They could run right then, away from the Red Keep and the glaring eyes of the Lannisters. But no, truly they couldn't. Not yet. Margaery smiled as he recalled his father's saying and his prowess in the snow. "I've never seen snow, even at Storm's End. I've always been curious about it," she admitted. When he held her so close, Margaery just looked up into his eyes, smiling at the wild look of his curls against his forehead. "Show me, one day?"
With that, she reluctantly pulled back, her fingers releasing his hand, putting space between them. "Shall I meet you in the stables tomorrow morning?" She bit her lower lip.