Margaery smiled when he agreed and took his arm when offered. She leaned into him as they walked, finding herself comfortable already being on his arm.

"Thank you for teaching me," she smiled up to him. "I'm very glad that I was able to take down such formidable prey, but I would not have been able to do so without your help."

The crypts were dark and dank, and Margaery very much felt like an intruder, as though all the eyes of the Kings of Winterfell were glaring at her.