Hannibal was more like his father than his brother when it came to dealing with enemies that were female. Hannibal would treat those from noble houses with the respect they deserved while being captives. However, if pressed to do so, he would execute them if there was sufficient proof. He was slow to strike in that manner, unlike his brother who saw anyone other than himself as beneath him.

He gave a nod and there seemed to be a pleased look in his eyes from her complement. He sliced off a small portion for himself as she ate. He would offer her more as she finished each portion until she seemed satisfied. Once he too was satisfied, he tossed a few scraps to his three pups and gave Margaery a scrap to feed her pup.

One the food was consumed, he poured them both a bit more ale as he looked her over once again. "Other than the rumors you have heard and the marked history of my house. What is it that displeases you so about being my wife? In the North the Lady of the house holds an equal amount of power as her Lord. You would actually have more authority up here than you would in the south with those inbred Lannister's." He said. There was quite a bit of distaste in his eyes at the mention of those mangy lions.