Margaery watched as he dealt with their son. She smiled to herself, loving how he worked with their baby - it was incredible to her, how fierce he was in battle, how furiously he could fuck her, and how gently he could be as a father. She wondered if Roose Bolton had been such a good father to Hannibal.

"I will indeed be sad to see them move to another room," she lamented. "But it will afford us our liberty once again in our lovemaking."

She pushed her fingers through his hair. "I do love seeing you interact with them. Such a loving father."