Only in her early twenties and Margaery was already on her third husband having been twice widowed in her attempt to become Queen.

Yet her marriage to Tommen had proved fruitful so far, he was a kind and caring husband, if a little naive and green, not that he could help it, still barely a man.

She was nothing if not hardworking and dedicated in her pursuit of improving her social standing for her and her House and so it was no surprise when the Grand Maester announced that she was with child so soon after her marriage.

As the months passed, she grew and began to slow down, taking it easier now and allowing herself to rest and enjoy the rewards of her hard work.

As you walk into her chambers, you find her reclined on her seat, cushions supporting her back and legs as she idly munches on her sweet lemoncakes.

“I’ve truly blossomed haven’t I?”

She mused as she looked up at you, her usual charming smile painted across her features.