Margaery whimpered when he so roughly seized her jaw. She resisted and tried to break free of his grip, to no avail. When he touched her belly, she kicked out, aiming for his legs.

"Don't touch me!" She snapped. "You'll leave nothing inside me! Your kind are a whole other species, your child isn't worthy to occupy my belly!"

The lookout called from the crow's nest - they'd spotted land: The Iron Islands. Margaery's heart sank. She was hoping to be rescued before they arrived. But this ship had been designed for speed, and had made it back to Pyke long before the armada.