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randomosity2016-10-10 06:55 pm
tyrelltempest) wrote in randomosity2016-10-10 06:55 pm
[For Will - Westeros AU] Northern Hounds and Southern Flowers
"I don't see why hunting hounds should be of any interest to me," Margaery Tyrell took a bite out of the apple tart she'd procured from the kitchens. "That's Loras's game. Loras and Willas are the hunters, you know father never approved of my learning to hunt."
"It gets you out of the Red Keep and away from the lion's den," Olenna Tyrell pointed out. "Can't say no to that, can you?"
"True enough," Margaery had to admit, popping the last bit of tart into her mouth. "But all the same, I don't know the first thing about hounds."
"Then it's a bonus," Olenna laughed. "You'll get out of the Red Keep, and you'll learn something new. Now, go on, get down to the courtyard, I'm told the Kennel Master from the North is setting up his hounds as we speak."
"You're not coming?" Margaery's question was answered by how the older woman shooed her off. She all but swatted Margaery in the rear to get her to go.
Margaery rolled her eyes, but smiled all the same and made her way down from the gardens and through the halls of the castle. Finally she made her way to the courtyard, following the sound of dogs barking. Jaime Lannister was already there, looking at a few hounds, pointing out what he was looking for in a hound and what he expected for his nephews' hunt. Margaery, in the meantime, took to looking over some of the pups that had been brought along that were tumbling over each other and nipping and yipping aloud. Margaery smiled as she reached down and stroked her slender fingers over the soft fur of one of the female pups. "Hello there, aren't you sweet." She laughed softly.
"It gets you out of the Red Keep and away from the lion's den," Olenna Tyrell pointed out. "Can't say no to that, can you?"
"True enough," Margaery had to admit, popping the last bit of tart into her mouth. "But all the same, I don't know the first thing about hounds."
"Then it's a bonus," Olenna laughed. "You'll get out of the Red Keep, and you'll learn something new. Now, go on, get down to the courtyard, I'm told the Kennel Master from the North is setting up his hounds as we speak."
"You're not coming?" Margaery's question was answered by how the older woman shooed her off. She all but swatted Margaery in the rear to get her to go.
Margaery rolled her eyes, but smiled all the same and made her way down from the gardens and through the halls of the castle. Finally she made her way to the courtyard, following the sound of dogs barking. Jaime Lannister was already there, looking at a few hounds, pointing out what he was looking for in a hound and what he expected for his nephews' hunt. Margaery, in the meantime, took to looking over some of the pups that had been brought along that were tumbling over each other and nipping and yipping aloud. Margaery smiled as she reached down and stroked her slender fingers over the soft fur of one of the female pups. "Hello there, aren't you sweet." She laughed softly.
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Something was wrong.
Of course Margaery had no way of knowing that Will's meeting had been rescheduled, so when she awoke in the morning - far earlier than usual - she had her maids dress her in a teal-green riding gown, with a slit up the center to allow her to ride easier, and auburn hunting leathers with the golden Tyrell rose carved and painted over her breast. Just because she had never been on a hunt didn't mean she didn't know how to dress for one. Loras would have mocked her for being both overdressed and underdressed at the same time. Her grandmother would have been sour over her granddaughter hunting at all.
Once she was ready, Margaery went down to the stables where they had said they would meet before the hunt. She didn't try to sneak around, but nor did she broadcast her presence. Margaery made her way to the stable and smiled upon seeing Will there preparing for their private hunt. She stepped up slowly, quietly - much like a doe through the wood. Ironic, given that she had married into the Baratheon clan and was set to do so again - effectively making a doe of the Tyrell rose.
"Good morning," she smiled as she stepped up close, hoping he wouldn't be like Loras and think she looked foolish. Margaery reached up and tucked a lock of her brunette hair behind her ear.
At least today she had opted for close-toed lace-up boots rather than her usual stylish shoes. This time opting for the more practical use rather than fashionable application. "I hope you slept well."