Hannibal watched intently as Margaery turned to retire for the evening. The young pup was indeed thrilled to have a proper name. His eyes showed his lust for her body when she gave him another brief glimpse of her very fair form before shutting the door behind her. He turned to lock his own chamber door and summoned his three pups to the bed. He gave them each a name and order them up onto the foot of the bed. The stone would be too cold for them to sleep.

The next morning, Hannibal roused himself early. He had prepared a small, but hardy breakfast for the pair of them and was dressed in dark black hunting leathers with fur linings. He had given the order to the young maid to fashion a dress in a similar style for Margaery. It would allow her freedom of movement, but would also keep her warm. There was also a pair of soft fur lined leather leggings to protect her legs from the saddle as they rode. There was a pair of leather boots for her feet, they should fit her quite well. The final touch were fur lined leather gloves to keep her hands warm. She would have a fur coat to wear about her shoulders with a hood on it. He strode to knock on her door firmly three times. He was fully dressed and ready and had her outfit lying on his bed.