Margaery leaned back into him a bit as he laced her dress. She glanced over the dress one he was finished. "Soft, light - I can easily move in this," she made a mental note to thank the maids later with some manner of reward from the kitchen, or from her limited jewels.

Margaery turned slowly to face him. She took a step back to let him see her fly, but not enough to put a great deal of space between them. "How do I look? Like a proper huntress of the Dreadfort?"

She longed for the day when Roose Bolton returned to the Dreadfort, and Ramsay with him.