Margaery took his arm and leaned into him as they moved towards the entrance of the crypts. She too could hear the wind and a cold shiver ran through her body. Just the thought of a harsh winter storm made her nervous. Even she could tell from how the wind howled that the weather had taken a wicked turn. Margaery shivered, and for different reasons she too prayed that they could get back to the castle.
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