"I am afraid we might still only be in the investigative stage," answer Gwyneira a bit hesitantly. "If we might speak with absolute privacy there is a rather delicate matter I think we must consult you on."
The herbalist waits for anyone else in attendance to leave, or for Meirion to take them somewhere more isolated from the bustle of the great hall, then looks to broach the subject at hand...
"My Lord..." she begins, "In the woods we encountered a spirit we believe to have been Angharad. We had been told that years ago, after coming with child, the fair Angharad had ended her own life. And the spirit did in fact lead us to a frozen pond where we recovered some sparse mortal remains."
"The thing is, whatever this curse is that afflicts your lands, we believe it might in some way be connected to her. And as such, well, and I do not mean to cast judgment here, but we must know whether you were the father of her unborn child."
Unsure of what sort of reaction this news will provoke the diminutive woman takes an unconscious, but small, step backward.