Margaery didn't mind it when Hannibal cut the leg away from Littlefinger. Nor did the man's cry of pain disturb her. She allowed Rhys to finish his meal before setting Reina in a smaller, more portable crib that the servants had brought. She then lifted Rhys to her shoulder and burped him.
When the servants brought back the leg and set it up to roast, that was when her stomach turned a bit. Margaery had not been expecting such a thing to bother her. Suddenly all the scents that made her sick during her pregnancy made her I'll again, and she had to set Rhys down in the crib. She commanded water from a servant and drank it down.
Only then did she look up to Hannibal and consider his question. She didn't want to appear weak. She wanted to be the strong, cruel ice queen of the Dreadfort. Margaery smiled and again looked to the leg. Was it truly so different from roast lamb? "It looks tasty enough. But sweet treat? You have me curious."
He had obviously done this before to know what cuts to make and what each section might taste like. That made Margaery nervous for the first time in a long while.
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When the servants brought back the leg and set it up to roast, that was when her stomach turned a bit. Margaery had not been expecting such a thing to bother her. Suddenly all the scents that made her sick during her pregnancy made her I'll again, and she had to set Rhys down in the crib. She commanded water from a servant and drank it down.
Only then did she look up to Hannibal and consider his question. She didn't want to appear weak. She wanted to be the strong, cruel ice queen of the Dreadfort. Margaery smiled and again looked to the leg. Was it truly so different from roast lamb? "It looks tasty enough. But sweet treat? You have me curious."
He had obviously done this before to know what cuts to make and what each section might taste like. That made Margaery nervous for the first time in a long while.