Margaery did her best not to flinch when Hannibal approached. In a way, this was not unlike how she had felt when she had been betrothed to Jeffrey. Fearful, timid. But she simply looked up to Hannibal with wide eyes. Margaery paused for a long moment, taking in his features. He was handsome, certainly, but he could not be as generous and kind as he seemed.
He was a Bolton, after all.
Still, she pulled the cloak tighter around her and mumbled her thanks. She bowed her head to Roose Bolton but paid no mind to the bastard Ramsay. Margaery followed Hannibal and took in the interior of the castle, once the proud seat of House Stark. This wasn't right. She knew little of the North but she knew that a Stark always had to be in Winterfell.
Margaery took in the sights of her bed chamber and was a little relieved to learn that she could lock the door. She glanced to Hannibal and got right to the point, now that they were alone.
"You're to be my husband then?" She tilted her head, keeping her tone light. "Tell me truthfully, then: Was Ramsay sent to kidnap me, or was it truly all his idea?"
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He was a Bolton, after all.
Still, she pulled the cloak tighter around her and mumbled her thanks. She bowed her head to Roose Bolton but paid no mind to the bastard Ramsay. Margaery followed Hannibal and took in the interior of the castle, once the proud seat of House Stark. This wasn't right. She knew little of the North but she knew that a Stark always had to be in Winterfell.
Margaery took in the sights of her bed chamber and was a little relieved to learn that she could lock the door. She glanced to Hannibal and got right to the point, now that they were alone.
"You're to be my husband then?" She tilted her head, keeping her tone light. "Tell me truthfully, then: Was Ramsay sent to kidnap me, or was it truly all his idea?"