Margaery paid very close attention to the movements of the soldiers and maids as they prepared her bath. Such a fuss to make over her. Margaery began to wonder if Hannibal was indeed that paranoid over his brother. But he had every reason to be; Ramsay seemed a proper lunatic.

When it was deemed safe and the door was locked, Margaery let the maids take her measurements and undress her from the gown. As she settled into the bath and let the sweet oils melt into her skin, Margaery sighed in delight. She could very well have been at Highgarden for this luxury.

The maids spoke softly to her and told her of Winterfell while she bathed. Margaery asked that the heavy lining of the gown be altered just slightly to allow her more movement. The maid obeyed, of course, and altered the gown so that the back was open as well, per the lady's request.

Margaery wasn't worried about her back freezing; she had long enough hair for that. Once she was done the maids helped dry and dress her once again. The maid finished the dress by altering the neckline and giving Margaery the more plunging cut of gown that she was used to; not terribly dramatic, but enough to show off the swell of her full bosom. Once she was properly perfumed and her jewels decorated her fair throat again, Margaery did as commanded and rang the bell.

Somehow the thought of him being angry with her and scolding her again made her uneasy.