The second Jaime compared Hannibal to Ramsay, Margaery knew there was no saving him. He was doomed. She smiled when Hannibal called for Vhagar. The twins stood in the fortified crib and laughed, pointing up. "Va-ga!! Va-ga!!" They were only about a year old, they couldn't form the full name yet on their tongues, but they recognized their draconian brother.

Margaery smiled in pride and watched as Vhagar did his good work. Hannibal's threatening presence and tone were enough to make her melt. She watched every moment and never looked away. When Hannibal helped her remove the excess armor, Margaery felt better, more like she was able to breathe. When they collected the children, both scrambled for their mother and begged to be picked up, relieved that she was safe and we'll after not seeing her for a while.

Margaery held them both and carried them beside Hannibal. She kissed Rhys' forehead and looked up to Hannibal. "Perhaps you should take our son, my love. He needs to know the duties of a Bolton man, after all." What would be expected of him, what skills he was expected to have.

Margaery looked upon Jaime Lannister with a smug coolness. "My lord Lannister," she bowed theatrically.