Margaery smiled at the praise and saw where her hit had landed. "I'm afraid that is simply a matter of beginner's luck. I only saw the eyes and fired promptly."

Margaery got into the saddle with Hannibal's help and smiled down to him. "All the same, it's a satisfying kill indeed." Her first real kill on a hunt, a large cat from the North. She felt strong, powerful.

But she nodded when he said they should return. "Yes, agreed. Quit while we're ahead, no?" She smiled. "I'm ready."

She was practically wiggling in excitement. She'd proven herself an able huntress.