@FlayersHeir -- as pretty. Then, it was Joffrey, a heartless and sadistic young lion and stag; he definitely looked more like the--

@FlayersHeir -- latter. Now, it was King Tommen with his silken locks of gold and his sweet, even saccharine grin as they stood arm in--

@FlayersHeir -- arm and strolled down the deep steps. He was a very young juvenile, but was wise beyond his years, Margaery found.--

@FlayersHeir -- Everyone said he would be a great King. Margaery believed it too. As husband and wife, they approached their esteemed--

@FlayersHeir -- guests with beaming grins and genial words. “Lord Ramsay,” her mellifluous voice graced the ebony-haired man. She'd heard--

@FlayersHeir -- many stories about the Boltons. She'd heard tales of their gruesome flaying and devious ways. But, the tale of Ramsay--

@FlayersHeir -- Snow—well, Bolton now, had intrigued her to say in the least. The smirk deepened on her fair and unblemished skin at the--

@FlayersHeir -- flayer's words. “On behalf of both of us,” she stated, her grip on Tommen's arm tightening out of affection, “we thank--

@FlayersHeir -- you, Lord Ramsay. You may rise.” Her cocoa-colored eyes followed the movement of the man. “It's a shame your father could--

@FlayersHeir -- not join us for our holy matrimony. Then again, someone must stay at Winterfell. You must've forgotten what a warm breeze--

@FlayersHeir -- feels like. It's nice, isn't it?” Her slim brow rose in question, a teasing smile tugging at her salmon-colored lips.

@FlayersHeir Margaery turned her head of umber-colored tresses towards the young king. Though a happy grin was displayed on his pale lips,--

@FlayersHeir -- he seemed to be a little on edge around Ramsay of House Bolton. The boy King gave his nod of approval before stating that--

@FlayersHeir -- the Dowager Queen must be looking for him. “It would be an honor, Lord Ramsay,” she said, bowing her crowned head.--

@FlayersHeir -- She was then swept onto the dance floor by the most infamous man in the North. Margaery let out a small sigh at how snugly--

@FlayersHeir -- the man held her to his chest. Then, she forced a small smile, gracefully moving along with the hymn that was playing.--

@FlayersHeir -- “I think we could save the pleasantries for now, Lord Ramsay. You and I both know that a dance isn't the only thing you're--

@FlayersHeir -- after.” Her voice was hushed enough so that only he could hear the words pooling out of her mouth. “Though, I do believe--

@FlayersHeir -- we've one thing in common.” She locked their gazes, the gleam in her eyes quite daring.

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