Dany smiled as Ghost landed barely five minutes after she called for him. “Yes, I did, I want to speak to you,” she murmured, stepping closer and meeting his muzzle with her lower jaw. “I was thinking. Our sons are healthy, strong, growing. They’re in their teens now. And Rhaegal has been telling me with no attempt to disguise it that he thinks it’s a crime he has no sisters, and that of brothers he has only two.” She looked up at Ghost, grinning. “I think we should give him a sister, don’t you?” she inquired, eyes sparkling. “Drekistone can never get too large, after all. And I have lately been missing the presence of small pups running around our den.” She had never thought of herself as being a mother, but she loved it now. “Maybe this time, we can name some of them after your ancestors, since we named Viserion and Rhaegal after members of my family.”

“So light me up, light me up, light me up, go ahead light me up!”