Olenna scoffed before taking a sip of mint tea. She quietly listened as Roose and Hannibal explained their intentions. But Olenna Tyrell was not one to take men at their word.
"And I suppose you expect me to take your word for that?" Olenna tilted a brow. "The word of a man who took up arms with the Lannisters and organized the horrid Red Wedding."
Margaery placed a hand over her grandmother's arm and looked to her with soft eyes. "Grandmother..."
"No, my dear, if I am to trust these men with your safety, I will know their true intentions," Olenna replied before looking to Hannibal and Roose. "How am I to trust you with my Margaery, knowing what you did to the noble House Stark?"
Margaery looked to Hannibal, silently pleading for him to be patient and persistent with her. Olenna would not respect a man who backed down like Mace.
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"And I suppose you expect me to take your word for that?" Olenna tilted a brow. "The word of a man who took up arms with the Lannisters and organized the horrid Red Wedding."
Margaery placed a hand over her grandmother's arm and looked to her with soft eyes. "Grandmother..."
"No, my dear, if I am to trust these men with your safety, I will know their true intentions," Olenna replied before looking to Hannibal and Roose. "How am I to trust you with my Margaery, knowing what you did to the noble House Stark?"
Margaery looked to Hannibal, silently pleading for him to be patient and persistent with her. Olenna would not respect a man who backed down like Mace.