Margaery could see his disappointment. She understood it, but they could have no doubts in the minds of the people. If she was to be pregnant again, the father could only be Hannibal without a doubt.

"Yes, you are right my love," she reached up and brushed her fingers over his cheek. "Then after that, it will be only a few days more. Then I will no longer require the tea."

She picked up a fire plum and offered Hannibal the first bite from the soft fruit. "Do you remember when you first had these?" She smiled at her memories of their early marriage in Highgarden.