Hannibal smiled to Margaery as they went through the motions of running the country. He knew the crowds were curious as to what had happened. He would kiss her temple on occasion and whisper lowly into her ear. He told her to try and laugh and perhaps even blush. It would erase some suspicions of the people saw them appearing as if they were working on the next Prince or Princess.

Soon they were finally alone. Hannibal pulled her close and kissed her forehead tenderly. "How about a bath my love? You look exhausted. No need to have a mask before me. I know you are battling within." He said softly.