Margaery was wary of the Greyjoys, but at least they could be controlled. It was no secret what they wanted, and so long as Hannibal was able to be the best bidder for that task, they would serve him well enough. Still, Margaery didn't trust them.

But then came Hannibal's dark words and Margaery smiled. She knew her husband's plan would be executed perfectly. He was playing the Greyjoys, several steps ahead of them already.

"Your plan gives me confidence, my darling," she smiled and kissed his cheek.

Olenna smiled and stirred more cream into her tea. "Indeed. I'm so glad I picked him as your suitor." Margaery glared playfully at her grandmother, remembering all too well how she had protested their marriage.