Margaery kissed him back and held him in place by pressing her palms to his jaw. Making the kiss last longer. When she finally pulled back she looked into his eyes. Margaery considered his question before looking to the broken man beneath her.

A dark smirk broke across her lips. "He should be violated as I was violated before he dies."

She looked to Hannibal's assassins. "Which one of you would care to violate the great king of the Iron Islands?!" She knew they would be creative - that they would either find something to use on him, or would strap something on themselves to use on him. Margaery looked to Hannibal.

"If that meets with your approval that is, my king and master," she purred.