Margaery kept her arm looped with Hannibal's, but she made it a point to turn and edge him away from the other pair. He didn't need to worry about them now. They could be chased out if they didn't take to the Iron Fleet of their own volition. There was no need to worry and get caught up in the anger and emotion of the situation.

The pairs parted company and Margaery led him back to their chambers, sending the maids and the guards away, leaving the two of them alone with Moanna. Margaery helped Hannibal to the bed and gently ushered him to sit down.

She hadn't said a word yet, she was still angry. But more than that, she was worried sick. Margaery had been in the North long enough to know that infection could set in quickly enough if they weren't careful. She moved to help him undo the clips and buckles of his armor. Then slowly she reached up and took the crown from his head and set it down on the bedside table.