Margaery beamed when he affirmed his love for her. She smiled, reassured and nodded. "I love you too, my Hannibal."
She watched as Hannibal moved to cut out Littlefinger's liver. The man cried out again and tried to squirm, though it was in vain. Reina and Rhys fussed, startled by the cry. Margaery frowned and took the knife from Hannibal.
"Shame on you, Lord Baelish," she scolded. "You woke my sleeping babies."
Margaery held his jaw with a strong grip before cutting out his tongue with the knife. But she wasn't through with him yet. She took a small box from a servant which held her needle and thread. Margaery threaded her needle and then stepped up, pinching Littlefinger's lips shut and sewed them together, slowly. This would keep his cries muffled.
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She watched as Hannibal moved to cut out Littlefinger's liver. The man cried out again and tried to squirm, though it was in vain. Reina and Rhys fussed, startled by the cry. Margaery frowned and took the knife from Hannibal.
"Shame on you, Lord Baelish," she scolded. "You woke my sleeping babies."
Margaery held his jaw with a strong grip before cutting out his tongue with the knife. But she wasn't through with him yet. She took a small box from a servant which held her needle and thread. Margaery threaded her needle and then stepped up, pinching Littlefinger's lips shut and sewed them together, slowly. This would keep his cries muffled.