Ramsay was hurt and disappointed by his father's words and the looks he recieved. How ungrateful! He had risked his own men and life retrieving the bitch and this was how he was thanked?
"House Tyrell was disrespecting us by keeping what was owed," Ramsay grumbled.
"How dare you talk about House Tyrell?" Margaery snapped. "You know nothing of my house, bastard!"
"Well, does a wife really have need of a tongue? Brother, perhaps you'd care to partake of her tongue before I cut it out?" Ramsay reached to his belt where he kept a nice, sharp knife.
Margaery glared at the Bolton bastard. "Lay another hand on me, and you will not be using it again."
Before Ramsay could speak again, a raven landed in the window and cawed. Margaery saw the Tyrell seal on the wax and smiled smugly to Roose Bolton. "That'll be for you. And your bastard."
Ramsay growled and snatched the scroll to read it aloud. "It's from Olenna Tyrell. To Roose Bolton: You made a bargain with House Tyrell. Margaery of House Tyrell is mine, mine to me and would have been released to you in due time. You and your rabid dog of a bastard are thus commanded to return Margaery to Highgarden. The Tyrell army will collect what is ours. Sincerely, Olenna Tyrell."
Ramsay crumpled the parchment in his fist in rage. "Surely this insult will not go ignored, father? You cannot submit to such demands from such a place as Highgarden!" House Bolton had a reputation, after all. Margaery just stood smirking, happy that her grandmother was not accepting this insult to House Tyrell.
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"House Tyrell was disrespecting us by keeping what was owed," Ramsay grumbled.
"How dare you talk about House Tyrell?" Margaery snapped. "You know nothing of my house, bastard!"
"Well, does a wife really have need of a tongue? Brother, perhaps you'd care to partake of her tongue before I cut it out?" Ramsay reached to his belt where he kept a nice, sharp knife.
Margaery glared at the Bolton bastard. "Lay another hand on me, and you will not be using it again."
Before Ramsay could speak again, a raven landed in the window and cawed. Margaery saw the Tyrell seal on the wax and smiled smugly to Roose Bolton. "That'll be for you. And your bastard."
Ramsay growled and snatched the scroll to read it aloud. "It's from Olenna Tyrell. To Roose Bolton: You made a bargain with House Tyrell. Margaery of House Tyrell is mine, mine to me and would have been released to you in due time. You and your rabid dog of a bastard are thus commanded to return Margaery to Highgarden. The Tyrell army will collect what is ours. Sincerely, Olenna Tyrell."
Ramsay crumpled the parchment in his fist in rage. "Surely this insult will not go ignored, father? You cannot submit to such demands from such a place as Highgarden!" House Bolton had a reputation, after all. Margaery just stood smirking, happy that her grandmother was not accepting this insult to House Tyrell.