Ygritte stood looking into the face of the woman, expression shifting from irritation to incredulity and finally to ignited fury that was provoked by the other woman's ignorance and pointing her finger twice more. Insults she could take, to an extent. Narrow minded, obtuse Southron folk pushed her buttons to an irrational level.

After the second time Margaery pointed her finger, Ygritte's fist closed into a ball at her side. By the third time, the woman would barely get the words out before the wildling's fist connected with her face in a blinding moment. It was so quick that no one would have had the chance to stop it from happening.

"The why's do matter." Ygritte spat back in reply, taking a step closer to make sure the woman could see her face and eyes. "Us Free Folk live to survive. Because you kneeler's forced us to. Are your lands free of rape and death and murder and orphan children now? I've heard stories of your kind, too, an' how you all lie to survive."