Margaery smiled as she tied off the thread and sent the servant away with the box of thread and needles. "Indeed Lord Baelish," she taunted in turn as she moved to soothe the twins. "A golden rose I was, but the North and motherhood has indeed changed me."

She smirked over her shoulder to him and stood up to stand beside Hannibal, still a little put off by the scent and look of the meat, but determined to strengthen herself.