Margaery gently swatted Hannibal's chest. "Hush with that! Bad enough you made Rhys your wingman, or children do not need to know ways of lust just yet."
She smirked playfully to Hannibal all the same. "But perhaps, if you're curious, you might taste of my milk and see how it differs between each pregnancy."
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She smirked playfully to Hannibal all the same. "But perhaps, if you're curious, you might taste of my milk and see how it differs between each pregnancy."