Margaery nodded slowly as she looked down at the ground through the window, watching as the men were gathered and bound. She hesitated, hearing Hannibal's words. So badly she wanted to kiss him, to prove that Euron hadn't completely broken her.

Yet, she hesitated.

Margaery calmed her mind and focused. This was Hannibal. Her husband. He had flown his Dragon hard and come to save her. Margaery looked up to him, not sparing even a single glance to Euron before putting her arms around Hannibal's neck and kissing him hard. She gave him all of her love and affection and devotion as she kissed him. She still wanted to flinch, she was unworthy to kiss him after what she'd done. But it felt so good to feel his strong grip and how he held her.