Margaery smiled and raised her own cup to him before taking a sip and finishing her ale. "And you ser, I don't think there's a man in the Seven Kingdoms like you. The man who trains dire wolves and attempts to outwit his own kin. Truly you are a Bolton."

But that wasn't so terrible. Not anymore. She could do far worse.

"I thank you, for your honesty, my lord," she smiled. Margaery looked up to him with honest eyes. "You plan on taking the Red Keep? How long have you had that plan in mind? And once it is yours, what do you plan to do with it?"

She knew what she wanted, what she'd been raised to be. But she was curious his intentions.