Growing up in the Reach, Margaery had been raised far from the dangers of Wildlings. They were figures in stories that her Septa would tell her, enemies and monsters that the Northerners kept the Reach safe from. When she and Loras had been little, they had huddled together under a blanket as storms would rage outside. That was when their Septa would tell them the frightening tales of the barbarians beyond the wall, people who were no better than animals and who lived in the dark woods.

She had never laid an eye on a Wildling, not until coming here and managing to stumble upon Ygritte in the woods. While nothing truly remarkable had been said between them, it had been enough to raise Margaery's paranoia and determination to avoid the woods alone. She had forgotten Ygritte with Sansa's arrival, letting herself slip into the illusions of safety and peace.

It wasn't until she heard the Wildling's amused snort that her mind was torn back to the stories of her youth. These creatures beyond the Wall had no morality and no breeding. They were worse than dogs and would rip a man apart to fill their bellies. How could she have allowed herself to believe anyone in this village was safe while a Wildling lurked in the woods.

Margaery gripped tightly to the cloth collar, rage boiling over her. The shock of seeing one of her animals butchered and being confronted with one of the monsters of her childhood were too much for her. "You did this!" She stormed at Ygritte, pushing herself away from the tree. "I know exactly who you are and what your kind does! Why should we be shocked by this? This is what comes with having an animal and barbarian living so close by! Little wonder the Wildling hasn't bothered to kill the rest of us!" Her mouth was getting the best of her, leading her towards Cersei's level of contempt and hatred. Shock and adrenaline pushed her to the limit, shutting down any voices of reason she might have. There was only her anger commanding her.