Margaery considered his point, and a slow smile curved across her lips - not necessarily a happy one, more cruel than anything.
"It might. There's a chance," she replied. "But then there is also the chance that she might also become more protective of her heritage and what belongs to her."
Margaery took Aenar from her breast and lifted him so Hannibal could see him. "Our son was born in High Garden. Now, if you were told that you could not bring him home to the Dreadfort, would you be content with his home being the place of his birth?"
She set the boy down and put him to her shoulder to burp him. "When a woman becomes a mother, her base instincts come out. I will protect my children at any cost, I will give them better than I had. I will give them what I think is their birthright."
Margaery smiled again, this time more crafty than cruel. "And consider that I am a Tyrell. We are generally less stubborn and hot-headed as the Targaryens. She will likely prove more driven than even I." She trusted Hannibal, in private she could admit this.
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"It might. There's a chance," she replied. "But then there is also the chance that she might also become more protective of her heritage and what belongs to her."
Margaery took Aenar from her breast and lifted him so Hannibal could see him. "Our son was born in High Garden. Now, if you were told that you could not bring him home to the Dreadfort, would you be content with his home being the place of his birth?"
She set the boy down and put him to her shoulder to burp him. "When a woman becomes a mother, her base instincts come out. I will protect my children at any cost, I will give them better than I had. I will give them what I think is their birthright."
Margaery smiled again, this time more crafty than cruel. "And consider that I am a Tyrell. We are generally less stubborn and hot-headed as the Targaryens. She will likely prove more driven than even I." She trusted Hannibal, in private she could admit this.