Margaery followed slowly, and flinched back when she saw Euron, but only a single step. He was no threat to her now, not with Hannibal here. But all she could think of was how much it had hurt to have him inside her. Margaery looked up when Hannibal mentioned the dragons.

"No...i don't want this to be quick. I want him to suffer, I want his men to watch him, suffering and emasculated," she protested softly. It lacked her usual confident insistence, but it was a command at least.