Margaery nodded to Roose as she sat down. She wasn't necessarily disappointed that it would take time to leave for Highgarden, and it was easier for Ramsay to travel with a small band of guards than it would be for all of them. "I understand, there's no need for senseless risks, after all," she nodded.

When they brought in the kennel master's daughter, Margaery gave a satisfied smile. Ramsay didn't find it amusing. He hadn't poisoned Margaery, oh no, he had bigger plans. She would suffer for irritating him if he had any say about it.

"Is that really necessary?" Ramsay grumbled as he took a gulp of wine. "Such high maintenence, this girl."

"I was not the one who requested it," Margaery pointed out as she lifted her wine glass to the girl for her to test. "Clearly your kin has no trust for you. That is your doing, not mine."

But she was determined to be ladylike and civil at the table. Ramsay, however, did not share that view. "I've never understood the point of tasters," He sighed as Margaery drank her wine when it was deemed safe. "If you know the taster, you could always just, help them develop a tolerance for the poison you plan to use on you victim. Lull them into a false sense of security when the taster eats the food and deems it safe....or drinks the wine."

Margaery glared over the rim of her cup a day slowly set it down. Ramsay hadn't poisoned her, but she didn't know that, and the suggestion had her uneasy.