Ramsay smirked and let the guardsweet disarm him and remove his own cloak. He took the blunted sword but frowned at it. "Tch...such swords are not worthy of a Bolton sparring match. Come brother, we're not children, we should be using real blades."

He stepped back and held his arms out from his body, giving a smile that was likely meant to be innocent, but came off more unsettling than ever to Margaery. "Don't you trust me?"

Margaery stepped back and let the wolves step between her and Ramsay and Hannibal. She bit her lower lip and felt her stomach turning - she knew though, there was no way Hannibal would lose.