Margaery listened carefully as he explained what the messenger had brought. Her expression turned stern as she listened, the very visage of a queen from head to toe. She thought for a moment when he asked her opinion, their youngest still feeding from her breast.

"...hmm..." she looked to Hannibal. "My love, you have more wisdom than most, but with her youth, you forget what she is: A Targaryen woman. You sit on her throne, and even if we verify your lineage, she will not yield. She is a direct, legitimate descendant of the High Valyrians and her throne was stolen from her. You underestimate her, I think."

She still considered his plan, and sighed slightly. "It may behoove you to send her aid, in the eyes of the people you may appear merciful. But consider how few are still loyal to the dragon banner. You asked them to pledge their allegiance to the Bolton banner. If the flayed man aids the red dragon, people may think you conspire to put them in chains of fear once again under the Targaryen banner by restoring Daenerys."