Margaery looked up to him when he pulled the curtain to cover her. She smiled and gently pushed the curtain away, baring herself to him once again. A slight blush rose in her cheeks and she leaned into him again. "I'm not hiding," she replied. "I will not hide my body from you. I know you will protect me."

The idea of a hunt had her curious. She tilted her head and looked up at him suspiciously. "A hunt?" she wondered if it was a true Bolton hunt, or something more traditional. "It does indeed sound lovely."