Margaery gasped when Hannibal broke Ramsay's hand. The older brother howled in pain and dropped his sword. He stumbled back a few steps, his eyes alit with furious fire. Margaery never covered her eyes, never looked away, she watched throughout the whole thing. Her dark eyes widened each time Hannibal laid a blow, each time she heard that sickening crunch of Ramsay's bones breaking.

Ramsay was ruthless, but Hannibal was more skilled. He made an attempt to knock his brother to the ground that ultimately resulted in him being punched and dropping to the ground. Ramsay coughed up his own blood as Hannibal taunted him with his own blade. "Sooner than you think..." he muttered before Hannibal got too far - but too softly for anyone else to hear.

Margaery smiled when Hannibal emerged the Victor, and she again tilted her head to Roose Bolton. "You've chosen a good, strong husband for me, Lord Bolton. You honor me."

Then Hannibal approached and Margaery smiled. She took his hand and slid gracefully into her saddle. "No need. You did well, My Lord." She praised as she took the reins. If nothing else, Margaery was a skilled rider, so she wasn't completely hopeless on a hunt. She kicked her horse and followed after Hannibal, the Bolton banners before and behind them, carried by guards.