She felt her skin crawl as he spoke the words, the sudden rush revulsion and fear blocked out any noises but the sound of her breathing. Wrapping her arms about her waist, Margaery forced down the sudden feeling of blinding rage. Pious men had spoken like this to her before. Their haughty, arrogant attitudes had lead to the destruction of her world and torn apart the foundation of power, righteously assuming that they could replace it with their faith.

Now someone was seeking to do the same here? Offering up his beliefs as though it was the answer to keeping them alive? No! She could stomach this again. She could bear to suffer through another sermon from a similar man than the one who allowed the mutilation of her brother and whose lack of foresight caused her death.

She got to her feet, feeling her legs tremble beneath her. "Should anything sensible be further discussed, then perhaps I could be told of this later? I will not remain if the meeting decides to slip into the realm of the absurd." She turned on her heel and headed towards the kitchen, needing to be anywhere other than here.