Roose's scolding only made Ramsay angrier. He growled in anger and got up to tend his wounds in the infirmary.
Margaery slowed her horse to a stop as Hannibal did. When he reached up she took his hands and slid from the saddle with equal grace. "My thanks, your grace. Highborn ladies can hardly not be good riders, now can they?"
She was amazed at how she hardly felt the cold of the snow through her thick boots and leggings. Then as snow vegan to flutter from the heavens upon them, Margaery looked up and smiled, the white snowflakes a sharp contrast to her dark hair.
"No, though I've observed my brothers being taught. And.....Joffrey taught me how to hold a crossbow but...he's hardly a credible source, I'd say," she replied. "I think I understand the core concept, at the very least."
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Margaery slowed her horse to a stop as Hannibal did. When he reached up she took his hands and slid from the saddle with equal grace. "My thanks, your grace. Highborn ladies can hardly not be good riders, now can they?"
She was amazed at how she hardly felt the cold of the snow through her thick boots and leggings. Then as snow vegan to flutter from the heavens upon them, Margaery looked up and smiled, the white snowflakes a sharp contrast to her dark hair.
"No, though I've observed my brothers being taught. And.....Joffrey taught me how to hold a crossbow but...he's hardly a credible source, I'd say," she replied. "I think I understand the core concept, at the very least."