Margaery lightly pats and rubs the front of your diaper, then she sticks her finger up one of the legholes of the padding. Eventually, she declares "It seems he has relieved himself."
You wonder if there is any end to your embarrassment. First, you found yourself nearly naked in front of the queen and her handmaids. Then, you discovered you were naked except for a cloth diaper. Then, two highborn ladies entered the pavilion, increasing the number of women to five. Then, you heard about how the five of them had been looking after you for the last five days. Now... it was not enough for you to be in a nappy in front of them. It turns out you are in a wet one, too!
Yet in spite of the increasing level of embarrassment you feel, none of the five ladies seem the least bit bothered. If anything, their behavior suggests that what they are doing and how they are treating you is totally natural.
Brienne, Catelyn, Mira, and Sera snicker a little when Margaery announces the condition of your padding. However, these chuckles do not sound derogatory. Still, they deliver another blow to your self-esteem.
"Must you laugh at my expense?" you mumble quietly.
"We are not laughing at you, Brynden," Margaery tells you gently, placing a soft hand on your arm. The other women stop snickering right away. "We are just laughing at your embarrassment. There is no need for it."
"Indeed," Brienne agrees, "We are not seeking to humiliate you, milord. Your feelings are very important to us."
Catelyn nods and remarks "After everything you have been through, you deserve to be loved and cared for."
You reflect on that, and then you say "In that case... thank you all. I am grateful for everything you've done for me. However... I would like to get out of this wet nappy, if you do not mind."
"Of course," Margaery assures you. She then looks around at the other women and states "Now, Lady Catelyn fed Brynden this morning, and Mira and Sera were the last to clean him. That leaves the task of changing him to either you or me, Lady Brienne."
"So it does," the tall blond female knight said in agreement, "Which of us should do it?"
Margaery simply shrugs, and she turns to you and asks "Who would you like to change you?"
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