Margaery watched with keen interest as Hannibal punished Euron. She stepped forward, slowly, feeling her arousal return to her. Hannibal was doing this all for her. Margaery couldn't help smirking. She watched as some of the Ironborn couldn't take the pressure watching their king so mercilessly brutalized, and smirked as they took their own lives. Cowards.

As Hannibal broke Euron's ribs, Margaery stepped up again. She reached around and pulled the knife from Euron's throat, slicing his mouth wider in the process. She pushed him down in the shallow water. This would allow the sharks to smell his blood, but they would be unable to get any closer without beaching themselves. Margaery took the blade and ran it down the ridge of Euron's spine, then with all the Bolton finesse, she pulled back the skin to reveal his ribs. She repeated this motion on each side.

With his ribs broken, she could do as she wanted more easily. Margaery reached out and pulled the ribs out an back - resembling an eagle's wings. Until finally all his ribs were pulled out and he was bleeding heavily into the sea. Still alive, but barely.

Margaery looked to Hannibal for approval, but there was clear desire in her eyes. She gave Hannibal an inviting smile, wanting a kiss more than anything.