Margaery had only just started showing her pregnancy. Her belly was barely swelling, but it was lower than Aenar had been.

"Be prepared children," Olenna warned. "Your mother is not the most gracious of expectant mothers."

"Everyone deals with carrying children differently, grandmother," Margaery rolled her eyes. "What shall we call her if she is a girl?" She posed the question to the twins and to Hannibal.