She scoffed in distaste, "Do you think the 'whys' really matter? How does that change the actions and the cruelty? You can find all the explanations you want, but it doesn't alter the fact that your kind," she pointed once again at Ygritte, "have made a habit of this way of life!"
This wasn't a conversation she wanted to have in front of the village or something that she meant to blow up to this extreme. Until this point, she had made it a point to be kind and welcoming to everyone, no matter their background. And until this point, she had avoided Ygritte, rather than engage with her.
Stress and a horrific death pushed her to her limits and she found her patience crumbling away. She could either panic or react with anger and anger seemed the better option.
"These stories aren't told for amusement!" Which was more of a lie than she would admit. How often had she and Loras been entertained with tales about the far North? "They serve as reminders of why exactly your kind have been kept behind the Wall. Why the men of the Night's Watch have been safeguarding the realm! Whenever Wildlings breach the Wall, it leads to nothing but raiding, rapes and death! How many children have your kind left as orphans? How many farms have you sacked and people have you killed because you can?" She waved her hand in dismissal.
"No one else in this village lives by the same standards that your kind does!" Margaery snapped, stepping closer. "Someone removed a sheep and then carved him up! What a coincidence that there is someone," she pointed once more, "here who is in the habit of taking what she wants!"
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This wasn't a conversation she wanted to have in front of the village or something that she meant to blow up to this extreme. Until this point, she had made it a point to be kind and welcoming to everyone, no matter their background. And until this point, she had avoided Ygritte, rather than engage with her.
Stress and a horrific death pushed her to her limits and she found her patience crumbling away. She could either panic or react with anger and anger seemed the better option.
"These stories aren't told for amusement!" Which was more of a lie than she would admit. How often had she and Loras been entertained with tales about the far North? "They serve as reminders of why exactly your kind have been kept behind the Wall. Why the men of the Night's Watch have been safeguarding the realm! Whenever Wildlings breach the Wall, it leads to nothing but raiding, rapes and death! How many children have your kind left as orphans? How many farms have you sacked and people have you killed because you can?" She waved her hand in dismissal.
"No one else in this village lives by the same standards that your kind does!" Margaery snapped, stepping closer. "Someone removed a sheep and then carved him up! What a coincidence that there is someone," she pointed once more, "here who is in the habit of taking what she wants!"