Margaery winced, but let Hannibal move her as he willed. As he dressed her and pulled her to stand, she looked so guilty as she held his gaze a bit longer this time.

"I'm sorry...I should have been stronger. He never should have been inside me in the first place," she whimpered.

She thought for a moment and looked up into his eyes again. Margaery rested her forehead against his and she took a moment to compose herself. "They drown their kings before they take the salt throne. Peel off his face, then throw him to the water. Then fish him out again to continue his torture. Make his men watch. Make them know who the true king is, and what becomes of those who dare touch the Queen."