You waddle through the halls quietly, cradling your newborn baby girl in your arms. She is your third child but unlike the other two, with their Lannister gold locks like their father Tywin, this little girl has black hair. Your husband is rightfully suspicious.

Podrick walks down the hall with purpose, pausing as he sees his secret lover, you, Lady Lannister. He hasn’t seen you since you were on bed rest and has yet to meet the baby girl in your arms.

His baby girl.