Margaery rocked the twins, and slowly they began dozing against her chest. Rhys buried his face into her neck while Reina snuggled against her chest. Moanna huffed but otherwise rested against her mistress.

"I am certain my brother would welcome the opportunity until such time as my father's passing. Then his duty would lie with High Garden," she replied.

She was apprehensive about letting the children be so near an enemy army. They were defenseless - easy prey were it not for their parents. "I don't know...they're still so little Hannibal." So vulnerable.