Hannibal was fine with skipping the bedding ceremony. He did not like the thought of other's seeing his wife bared. He was an intensely possessive man and Margaery had just become his most prized possession and equal.

He was leading her around the floor expertly. He kept her pressed against him so that she could feel that his well trapped cock was indeed beginning to harden. He was wearing very restrictive leather so that the game would not be given away, at least not to anyone other than Margaery.

He gave a bow when Lady Olenna cut in and led her around with respectful grace. He heard the low words and lowered his voice to match hers. "I may be a Bolton, but I was raised by the Stark's. She is my responsibility to protect. I will kill my own father and half brother if they threaten her." He said lowly.