Reina and Rhys were both happy at the praise, and eagerly took to skinning their kills. When Hannibal brought up a match for Reina, Margaery pursed her lips in thought.

"You are right," she admitted. "She's much like me, independent and strong."

"But you were taught to be compliant and timid when the situation demanded," Olenna pointed out. "Reina has no need of that, she's a princess."

Margaery nodded, taking no offense in the words. It was a fact, she had been bred and groomed to be a queen at whatever cost. She had been meant to be molded to whatever situation necessary to make her queen. It was only her good fortune that she had been betrothed to a man who had admired her true personality.

"Likely she will need a Northman," Olenna pointed out with a smirk.

"Indeed. They're not afraid of strong women," Margaery winked at Hannibal.