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The Stark was excited to see his beloved, and eager to find what she had summoned him for. He wished to speak of his own wants when she was done, not knowing she had the same yearn for more children just yet. He nuzzled into her missing her scent of ash. “Yes, I did, I want to speak to you, 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. I think we should give him a sister, don’t you? Drekistone can never get too large, after all. And I have lately been missing the presence of small pups running around our den. Maybe this time, we can name some of them after your ancestors, since we named Viserion and Rhaegal after members of my family.”
His icy eyes intently rested on her, his jaws curling larger and larger as she spoke her reasonings. His tail wagged behind him as he nodded. "I think that is a fantastic idea, my love. I was actually thinking the same thing." He murmured happily. "Sansa would surely love nieces as well, she's always seemed to take after the lady-like hobbies of our bloodline." He spoke, nestling into her nape. "Let's head back to the den." He whispered in her ear softly in a light tease.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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the king in the north
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