Olenna pursed her lips, considering Hannibal's words. He had a point indeed. There were no living male heirs of the Stark clan, not even the Targaryens had any male heirs. Olenna knew deep down he was right, but didn't want to admit it. Margaery took her grandmother's hand and looked to her.

"Grandmother, I know you think it hard to believe, but my betrothed is a good man," she insisted. "He has protected me, kept me safe and made certain I was happy. Not once did he take advantage of me despite numerous opportunities."

Olenna looked between Margaery, Hannibal and Roose. She sighed after a moment and looked to Margaery.

"Sweet child, are you certain of this?" Olenna asked.

"Yes grandmother," Margaery nodded. "I am. Hannibal is a fine man and I am confident that he would make an excellent husband."

Olenna was confident that Margaery would communicate any secret messages or needs to her. But Margaery seemed to be telling the truth. "Very well," Olenna looked to Mace. "Go on then, you great fool, we have a wedding to plan!"

Margaery smiled to Hannibal when her grandmother agreed.