Margaery arched her brows and turned her attention elsewhere. She didn't think the Sand Snakes would enjoy the Dothraki horse lords invading their land. But she wasn't about to point out such a flaw in her husband's plan.

"Oh certainly, the Dornish would love having a group of thuggish horse fuckers invade their beautiful land!" Olenna exclaimed.

"Grandmother!" Margaery glared from her grandmother to her son.

"Oh as if he's going to pick up on poor language habits from me!" Olenna protested. "He'll pick up worse language listening to the pair of you at night, I'm sure of it!" Margaery blushed.