Margaery held Reina up so that she could see. "You look too my love," she whispered. "Look and see, that is what an enemy looks like. This is the fate of all who stand against us."

Reina watched with interest and wiggled a little as she looked over to Jaime and her father.

"Papa," she pointed.

"Yes my love," she nodded and kissed Reina's forehead.

Margaery considered his question and smiled. "Something she'll recognize immediately, if not his head. Something that will make her feel the pain of loss that she has made others feel. His cock? His remaining hand? His face, perhaps?"

Margaery smiled wickedly and nuzzled Hannibal's upper arm.