Rhys nodded at his father's words. Reina settled near a basin and let Hannibal wash her hair. She smiled and let her father methodically wash her hair. Once he was done, Margaery traded with Hannibal, letting him hold Aenar while she braided Reina's hair and wove her hair in such a way that her silver hairs would show.

"So pretty little love," Margaery kissed her cheek before turning to Hannibal. "Papa, perhaps you could wash my hair after dinner?" She gave him such a look to convey to him that she wanted to discuss more about their discovery.