Margaery stepped forward, still looking concerned. She brought a hand up to Bronn's face, as if to comfort him. Margaery leaned in, parting her lips close to his mouth. For a moment, Bronn thought he was safe.

"You hurt me, my husband doesn't like that," Margaery smirked as she stepped back. "He doesn't tolerate anyone touching his bride."

She moved to stand near Hannibal and smiled at the knife he held. "Proceed, my love. Slit his tongue as far as you can."