Margaery smiled and kissed along his jaw. "Mmm, what need have I to fear the cold? I presume I can count on my betrothed to warm me up again?"
But she rose from the bed and dressed for dinner. Margaery dressed in a dress of soft velvet and rabbit fur that the maids had redone for her.
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The storm lessened in the morning, just in time for a raven to arrive from Highgarden. The message from Olenna Tyrell to Roose Bolton was clear: the Bolton Bastard was not welcome in Highgarden, and would be killed on sight if he showed his face. Which prompted Margaery to encourage Ramsay to come anyway.
The caravan began the trek to Highgarden after breakfast. Margaery was put in a small carriage with her maids. Every stop though, Margaery ventured out and enjoyed the scenery with Hannibal.
When they arrived at Highgarden, Margaery peered out the carriage window. She was overjoyed to see Highgarden again. But something wasn't right. The guards stood atop the turrets with arrows ready and trained on the Bolton caravan. Olenna Tyrell stood at the entrance with a mortified Mace Tyrell and Margaery's older crippled brother. The second the carriage stopped, Margaery bolted out. Olenna was relieved.
"Margaery! Thank the gods, child," Olenna stepped closer and Margaery ran to her. "Are you hurt?"
"Lord Bolton," Olenna cast a glare to Roose. "I would speak with you. Inside. Now." Olenna wasn't about to take 'no' for an answer. She took Margaery's arm and led her inside.
Mace Tyrell looked terrified. He had not his mother's bravado.
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But she rose from the bed and dressed for dinner. Margaery dressed in a dress of soft velvet and rabbit fur that the maids had redone for her.
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The storm lessened in the morning, just in time for a raven to arrive from Highgarden. The message from Olenna Tyrell to Roose Bolton was clear: the Bolton Bastard was not welcome in Highgarden, and would be killed on sight if he showed his face. Which prompted Margaery to encourage Ramsay to come anyway.
The caravan began the trek to Highgarden after breakfast. Margaery was put in a small carriage with her maids. Every stop though, Margaery ventured out and enjoyed the scenery with Hannibal.
When they arrived at Highgarden, Margaery peered out the carriage window. She was overjoyed to see Highgarden again. But something wasn't right. The guards stood atop the turrets with arrows ready and trained on the Bolton caravan. Olenna Tyrell stood at the entrance with a mortified Mace Tyrell and Margaery's older crippled brother. The second the carriage stopped, Margaery bolted out. Olenna was relieved.
"Margaery! Thank the gods, child," Olenna stepped closer and Margaery ran to her. "Are you hurt?"
"No, grandmother I'm fine," Margaery looked around. "What's going-?"
"Lord Bolton," Olenna cast a glare to Roose. "I would speak with you. Inside. Now." Olenna wasn't about to take 'no' for an answer. She took Margaery's arm and led her inside.
Mace Tyrell looked terrified. He had not his mother's bravado.