Margaery smiled and tilted a brow at him. "I doubt your brother would attack me from far away - if he were to attack me, he'd try and get nice and close. More likely to poison me or put a knife in my belly."

Suddenly the details of the red wedding re-appeared in her mind. How Robb Stark's wife had been stabbed brutally, over and over again, with a baby in her belly. Margaery looked distressed for a moment, then took a deep breath and brought herself back to the present.

She nodded at Hannibal's challenge, and took the arrow in hand. Margaery notched it and waited. Deep down she didn't like the idea of killing a sweet, soft rabbit. Deep down she hoped her aim would fail and that the rabbit would prove too fast for her meager skills. When the wolves' barking got louder and closer, Margaery's body tensed. Suddenly a large rabbit bolted out of the brush. Margaery aimed, squeezed her eyes shut tight and loosed the arrow.

She almost got sick, hearing the sound of the rabbit cry out in pain as the arrow struck it in the side, straight through it's belly. Margaery didn't look at it, she kept her eyes averted.