Margaery nodded, and as Hannibal set her in the water, she leaned back against him, sighing contentedly. As he wet her hair she sighed again, her body arching slightly against his. "Mmmm, wed by a red priest, how scandalous." She giggled.

"Suitors were posed, yet she married the father, likely to the chagrin of the Targaryens, as she wasn't a full blooded High Valyrian. I never could have imagined that I would one day be married to a Targaryen," she glanced up to him. "And I thought your Bolton lineage was the most terrifying thing about you." She grinned playfully to him.