"We're not taking Mushroom to the Driftmark," Daemon says, flatly. "I like Shandy." His favorite fool, a beautiful woman if not for a face disfigured either by poor genetics or childhood injury-- no one knows, and she refuses to tell.

"I promised I'd find her a dragonseed husband. You can't throw a stone in the Narrow Sea without hitting at least twelve dragonseeds. It's," he yawns, "it's a safe thing to promise."

As a reward for loyalty, he means. He assumes Alicent can fill in the rest. Ronda's grandchildren need husbands and wives. Several of Daemon's favorites do as well. Daemon's own penchant for trusting and favoring blood above all else-- he doesn't think to question his logic.