"I wouldn't mind a daughter," he murmurs. A daughter, you can indulge. They seem easier to love. Viserys was in many ways wrong in his treatment of his; another way Daemon wishes to surpass his brother. "Though I'd like at least two sons as well. I don't expect those to come from nowhere. Your nights will be mine for some time."

Is this reassurance, or bragging? A bit of both. He holds her in his arms a moment, two, before deciding to indulge her. She'd wanted to learn from him, hadn't she? He had been lax in that, amongst all the preparation. So he rolls them both over, until she is atop him.

"Within a week. Corlys and his wife are our allies in this. At least one of our get should marry theirs."

He runs his fingers down her spine. "So we should hurry with the getting of them."