Margaery bid good-bye to Moanna and the pups before taking Hannibal's arm and following him out. She had no weapons, but she didn't know how to use them anyway. She was content to let Hannibal teach her in his own way. Margaery smiled upon seeing the horses and wolves ready and waiting.
Ramsay, however, unsettled her. The way he looked at her as she walked out into the courtyard with Hannibal, there was nothing good about it. He approached them with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed before his chest.
"You can dress up a flower in furs and fine jewels, but that doesn't make it anything other than what it is," Ramsay sneered. "Lovely, frail, delicate...breakable."
Margaery pulled back her upper lip in disgust and stuck her nose in the air. "And changing a bastard's name doesn't make him anything other than a bastard."
Ramsay's eyes narrowed. Oh, he didn't like that. The glare melted into a smile at Hannibal. "Going hunting brother? Give me but a moment and I'll have my horse ready to join you!"
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Ramsay, however, unsettled her. The way he looked at her as she walked out into the courtyard with Hannibal, there was nothing good about it. He approached them with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed before his chest.
"You can dress up a flower in furs and fine jewels, but that doesn't make it anything other than what it is," Ramsay sneered. "Lovely, frail, delicate...breakable."
Margaery pulled back her upper lip in disgust and stuck her nose in the air. "And changing a bastard's name doesn't make him anything other than a bastard."
Ramsay's eyes narrowed. Oh, he didn't like that. The glare melted into a smile at Hannibal. "Going hunting brother? Give me but a moment and I'll have my horse ready to join you!"