For the majority of the journey, Margaery rode in the carriage with Olenna. But when they arrived and Olenna supervised the camp setup, Margaery carefully climbed into the saddle with Hannibal. She rode sidesaddle, hoping to keep the pressure off her abdomen, not that she was showing yet. But still, she didn't want to risk it.

Aenar was cuddled in her arms, his face buried into his mother's breast.

Margaery kissed over his head and leaned into Hannibal as they rode out into the woods. Reina and Rhys were vigilant, arrows notched as they listened and looked. Waiting for prey.

"They're so attentive," she whispered to Hannibal.