Margaery eagerly drank to the toast, and as Hannibal led her out on his arm, Margaery leaned into him with more comfort and ease than ever before.

As he lifted her up, Margaery cried out in delight and threw her arms around him. She kissed along his jaw and nuzzled against his neck. She didn't resist him in the least as he brought her to their chambers. As he began to undo her gown, Margaery felt her body begin to tingle in anticipation. When he spoke, she looked over her shoulder and smiled playfully to him.

"Not for too long, I hope," she teased. Once she felt the back of her gown loosen, but not quite so much as to let it fall, she turned and faced him. Her fingers worked the various clasps and ties of his doublet to begin to undress him in turn.

She felt...different. Becoming a Bolton had made her feel stronger, bolder - as though she could do far more than she ever could before.