Margaery couldn't help but laugh. "Then gods help him should he ever come across my grandmother."

She knew Olenna would never allow Ramsay Snow to step foot inside Highgarden ever again. So that comforted her. Again, her fingers ran over the soft furs that covered the bed. Dire wolf pelts - she wondered with a sick feeling in her stomach if these were the dire wolves once kept as pets by the Starks. She prayed not.

"I'm curious...if he hates you so, and since he has no remorse in killing it would seem," Margaery looked to Hannibal with a curious expression. "Why hasn't he killed you?"

Could it be that he was stronger, and more fierce than Ramsay? If so, Margaery was fearful that she had a problem.