Jaime was rendered speechless when he saw Margaery next to her husband. He immediately felt like a fool. He should have know Hannibal was toying with him. He had heard the drawbridge open and heard the screams of his men for mercy. He felt utterly defeated. they had stripped him bare except for his small clothes and they had been removed his golden hand. He looked up at the pair and felt fear race down his spine as he recognized his means of death standing before him. "Then be done with it and kill me then."

Hannibal held Rhys as he took a few steps towards Jaime. "Look my son. This is what a defeated warrior looks like. Soon you will see what a broken man looks like." He said as Rhys looked at the man.

Hannibal chuckled at those words. "You will die Jaime; however, your grievances are far too great to earn you an honorable or quick death. No.....I will take my time to kill you. You will beg for death long before I grant it. You and your whore of a sister will be used as examples of my wroth." He said.

He then turned to his wife. "What piece of him should we send to her as a present?" He asked her.