Margaery clung to Hannibal when he lifted her. She breathed deep, trusting him that he wasn't about to drop her. Margaery smiled, put at ease with how he held her. She kissed him and nuzzled along his jaw, showing true affection as he carried her.

When they arrived and he began drawing the bath, Margaery relaxed and smiled to him. "Not at all, I feel truly safe and comforted in your arms."

As he knelt before her, Margaery blushed. Slowly she nodded in response to his question, reaching out with both hands to touch over his chest.