Jaime was livid, he could not believe his prisoner had been misplaced. He was quickly scrambling to try and locate her. A runner had come and told him of his cousins and the peril they were in peril. He moved quickly to the main rampart to speak with the man. He leaned on the edge of the wall with a dark look on his face. He had no doubt that Hannibal would indeed flay his cousins piece by piece. "Lord Bolton, I have treated your wife with the respect due to her status from her family. Is this how you would repay that kindness?" He would need to stall for a bit longer to give his men time to at the very least find a woman who looked similar enough to be mistaken for Margaery from a distance.

Hannibal found it amusing that Jaime's first argument was his treatment. He held a blade in his hand as he turned to look at the lion. "You are requesting that I treat your cousins in the same manner you have treated my wife?" He asked.

Jaime hesitated before agreeing.

Hannib gave a nod before turning and slowly slicing into the first cousin. He cut expertly and broke bones rapidly. He then reached into the screaming man as he slowly began to pull his heart out for Jaime to see. He slowly crushed the muscle in his hand until the young man died. He then tore the muscle out and dropped it at the dead body's feet. "That is what you did to my wife when you kidnapped her like a thief in the night away from her young children." He said cooly.