"I'll make one," he says, "like Aegon himself."

His hand idly runs up her side, trying to find her chest again. "You'll have rooms at Dragonstone as well, of course, but it's easier to go from one to the other by dragon, and..."

He knows how she feels about riding dragonback, and will indulge her up until it becomes dangerous or unwieldy. But he doesn't think a babe could survive the travel, and- his hand slides lower, to her belly. "How goes your private work? I've heard women can know very early."