Margaery's eyes widened and immediately she knew her mistake. She looked sheepish, looking away from Hannibal out of guilt once more.

She stroked Aenar's hair and looked down at him for a long while before speaking. "I'm sorry..." She finally whispered in High Valerian. "I did not mean I do not wish to be in your arms. Surely there is no safer place in this world than in your embrace..." She whispered.