Margaery held Hannibal close, strengthened and soothed by his kiss. As he pulled back, she buried her face into his neck and held him tight. "I love you...my king, my love, my savior," she whispered.

When the assassin's returned she tried not to look so pitiful. She took Hannibal's arm and let him lead her down to the shore. Margaery leaned into him and pressed her cheek to his upper arm.

"I love you...thank you so much for saving me," she whispered again.