They were in her old bedroom at Highgarden. Margaery lay in bed, Roose rested his head across her swollen belly. The Maester had already come and gone and told her to stay in bed. Her due date was soon at any rate, and with Amy luck, this would be over.

She took the offered broth and drank carefully. Margaery smiled to Hannibal and held his hand. "We did. And I'm very certain that our twins were conceived here." It was a comfort to her, knowing that a piece of her home was with her babies.