No Time Like The Present

As you get comfortable on the bed with the queen and her handmaidens, you remark "Your Grace, are you not concerned?"

"Concerned about what?" she asks in interest, looking you in the eye.

You do not answer straightaway. At first, you gaze off to the side in quiet contemplation, and then you turn back to her and say "Well, I finished... inside you."

"Yes, you did," Margaery stated, smiling widely, "It was a most pleasurable experience, I might add."

"Thank you for saying so," you tell her appreciatively, "However... are you not concerned of the consequences of this? Mainly, that you may fall with child?"

Margaery just smirks and gives you a firm kiss on the lips. She says "Of course I've thought on that. If I was unprepared for that, I would have had you pull out. But I am prepared in the event of pregnancy."

"Prepared how?" you inquire.

"I could have the maesters prepare moon tea," the queen explains, "That, or... I could carry the child to terms. After all, you look enough like Renly that a child sired by you could pass as my husband's."

You are intrigued by those words. All this time, you've been babied by the queen and her friends. But now she had all but implied that she would be willing to give birth to a babe of your seed.

Margaery sees the skepticism in your eyes, and to console you, she reaches down and pats your padded crotch affectionately. "It's alright, Brynden. Everything will work out for the best."

The queen's words are soothing, as are her caresses. Still, you cannot help feeling somewhat tentative. Do you voice your concerns, or keep them to yourself for now?