"Come on, we need to talk." Margaery's voice cut through the rowdy patron's cheers and revels even as she spoke in a hushed voice with most of her face hidden behind a thin veil. She weaved through the crowd with you in tow towards the back exit, where Rays of light danced through the cracks in the age's old wooden door.

"What's happened?" You asked as she barged out into the alley. Vines adorned the brick wall and insects scuttled around your feet but apart from that there was no other life to be seen than yours and hers.

"I'm pregnant." You saw her chest pound as she awaited your response.

"Are you sure?" You asked, your stomach dropped as you ran through the hundreds of scenarios in your head. "Is there no chance it is Joffrey's?" Margaery shook her head softly and took your hand in hers.

"Of course, there is a chance but... You do not exactly look like a Lannister. Joffrey already has his suspecting ways and if the baby has anything but golden hair, he wouldn't hesitate to kill all of us." She pulled the veil from her face and tucked it away.

"How do you know you're pregnant?" She smiled softly and without noticing placed her hands on her stomach.

"Women simply have a feel for these sorts of things. I've been talking to Olenna as well, that woman is wise beyond even her age." She tucked her head down as an already intoxicated group made their way through the door.

"We've got no choice then. We need to leave, find somewhere far past Joffrey's reach."

"I can't expect you to give up your life here. The child might not even be yours. You have a job, friends there's no way you can uproot that." You pulled her into you and felt her heart beating tremendously fast.

"Even if the child is not mine by blood, it would be cruel to let that life be managed by a monster like Joffrey. We have the means to escape and now we have the perfect reason, of course the choice is yours to make but I promise I will love that baby as I do you, regardless of its blood."

"I need to speak to Olenna before I choose anything, but be ready to leave, it wouldn't take long to make the arrangements. I'm sorry to have dragged you into this.

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Written by Aaron.