There was talk in her family of darker magics that Hightowers had access to. Necromancy and alchemy, the magic that had once visited Oldtown and some knowledge left in return. Who could say what they Maesters held in the Citadel, but whatever was there, it was open to Hightowers. Perhaps she should investigate, find something to enhance her fertility, something to guarantee that she gave many, many children to Daemon. Most of them sons.

In this moment, astride him with her hand on his throat, she felt as if she could manage and manipulate such abilities. Perhaps he might even like that as well? A wife closer to Tyanna of the Tower rather than Ceryse Hightower.

"Would one of you men be willing to steal something from House Hightower?" She asked, that dark look returning to her eyes. She rocked against him, dragging her free hand down his chest. "I take it the Queen that Never Was wanted her daughter to marry Viserys?" Of course. "Be in me and I'll conceive our son."