Margaery had fought with all her might to try and break free of the Ironborn. But of course they held her fast, none of them would face the King's wrath if she got loose. Getting her armored dress off had taken some doing, but they left her petticoats and corset to their master, figuring he would want some satisfaction in tearing the garment from her.

Before Euron arrived, Margaery tried to reach up to chew the ropes that bound her to free herself. But no luck. She couldn't reach, and by the time Euron arrived, it was too late.

Margaery steeled herself when he appeared, seeing his cock fully hard under his small clothes. He was of decent size, but of course-

"Hmph, your mast is barely half the size of my husband's, Captain," she demoted him with her words. "Even at your best efforts, I doubt I'll feel a thing!"