Margaery has news

The next few days were relatively quiet at Highgarden and Jon mostly went about his days with little regard or care, riding out and seeing the land, meeting with what Reach lords he could to further the ties between the crown and the region. It was peaceful for the most part. But throughout all of that Jon could not help but shake an sense of unease when it came to Margaery. He had spoken to his betrothed briefly after their night of intimacy together, but he could never get her alone, and indeed there was a strange kind of distance from the young woman, despite the looks of adoration she would give him when he broke his fast with her and her family each morning.

It was on the third day after their night together that Margaery finally came to him, just as the evening had fallen and everyone was hurrying to prepare themselves for the feast that the Tyrells seemed to love throwing. Jon was in the middle of doing up his tunic when the lady entered, eyes large as she drank in the sight of him.

"My lady," Jon shifted uncomfortably, taken off guard by the sudden intrusion. "My apologies if I'm late to the feast, I-"

"It's not that," Margaery cut him off, rushing to him and throwing her arms around him, "it's just that...by the gods, I have missed the feel of your skin..." she looked up and kissed him, softly at first but then with a greater urgency before he gently peeled her away. She was breathing heavily as she looked up to him, "I have something amazing to tell you...I am with child."

Jon blinked in surprise, and then felt a horrible warmth up the back of his neck as worry set in. Him having gotten a child on Margaery this early was exactly the sort of thing the Tyrells needed to speed up their marriage, and once they had their Tyrell-blooded Targaryen heir it would only be a matter of time before they moved to get Aegon out of the way so that their bloodline would inherit the Iron Throne. Never had Jon felt like such a fool.

Margaery shifted uneasily as she watched his expression cloud over. "There is...something else," she bit her bottom lip as pure anxiety began to leak into her being. "I don't know how to explain it...but I've been having changes....more and more each day. I can't stop thinking of you, of being with you..." without thinking her hands went south, dove their way into her skirts, "and there's no relief to be had, either from myself or my ladies in waiting...by every god I feel like I'm going mad."

"My Lady..."

She held up a hand to silence him. "If it was just...just the thoughts I've been having...perhaps I could have controlled myself, but my body," she took a breath, removed her hand from within her skirts and gently took Jon's and brought it over to her stomach, "my body has been changing too..."

Jon felt the air leave his lungs. Beneath his hand Jon felt Margaery's stomach, only unlike the flat toned stomach he had felt not three nights ago, now there was a very noticeable bump. It was as if three months had gone by in just three days.

"By the Gods," he breathed, "how did this..."

Margaery lifted his hand to her mouth and pressed a gentle kiss to it. "I know not, but it's a sign surely...we are meant to be together," there was a kind of feverishness in her eyes as she gazed up at him, "I am yours and you are mine. We must wed, and then you can spend the rest of our lives filling me with little princes and princesses..."

All at once it hit Jon. The vial, the strange substance that he had poured into Margaery's drink. He had assumed that it was a simple love tonic, something that would have stirred feelings within the woman, but such a change...Jon felt utterly lost with how to react. He looked at the woman, still nuzzling his hand, thought of the child growing inside her. His child. If his prediction about the rate of her pregnancy was correct, then they would have very little time to act before questions were asked. This madness would destroy them, but in a moment of inspiration, a **** thought came to him.

"How would you like to see Summerhall?"