The ebony ess grinned as she felt and heard Ghost’s words in her ear, excited at the thought of another pregnancy, more children. “You tempt me so,” she whispered playfully.
She led the way back to their den, wings tucked in and mismatched orbs looking to Ghost all the walk. “I think we’ll have a daughter or two,” she told him. “We had better, actually. Rhaegal will be out for blood if he doesn’t get a little sister, I fear; I never expected him to want a sister so much.” Dany’s steps were light and quick. “What names have there been in your family history? We could name at least one of them for a Stark.” She was hopeful that they would end up naming children for the other side of their lineage, not just Dany’s family.

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