Her blush faded as he scolded her. Margaery brought her hand down and her body shifted back a bit. She listened, her eyes locked with his and not turned down in submission as he spoke. When he finished she closed her eyes and bowed her head a little.

"You are right. Please forgive my foolishness, I shall try to take better care in the future," which hopefully would not be long.

When he mentioned the gowns, Margaery stepped forward and examined them. She turned through a few and found one with a bodice of leather inlaid with fine stitching, even if the design was the Bolton crest. "They're lovely. Northern fashion is not given proper credit."

She lifted the gown and tilted her head, examining it further. Lovingly she laid it down upon Hannibal's bed and moved to untie her own dress. It was a thin gown, so it fell away and pooled at her feet with minimal movement, leaving her bare before him - it was another move in her game; she pretended to ignore him, yet made sure her breasts were kept hidden from his view so that he only saw the slender curve of her lower back, her pristine shoulders and round ass. Margaery a stepped into the heavier gown to try it on.

Only when it was secure did she turn to face Hannibal again. "It's not much different in size as I had imagined. Heavy indeed though, it will take time to get used to it."

She looked up with a playful smile. "Does it suit me, my lord?"