She flinches as he turns to face her, Margaery's eyes locked on the spear in his hand. She felt her body tense, the threat of violence still in the air. Being the second time an animal had been savagely torn apart had left her a bit on edge. Was it a warning? Was there danger in the village? She couldn't say, but it made her nervous to see others wielding weapons.

As he lowers the weapon, she feels her heart beginning to beat again. Though she doesn't fully relax. There was something about him that set her on edge, whether it was the spear or his insistence that this was some game where they were all meant to be competitors against one another. She didn't feel the same sense of safety that she once did.

"Only a few days ago. One of my rams was removed from the pen and killed, just like this." She said with a measure of disgust in her voice. "None of my other livestock were disturbed, just one of my rams."

Part of her suspects it's a message, but it's still to early to be sure. This could be a coincidence.