"I had two queens to convince." But only one that he could trust to rescue him when everything became dire. "It wasn't the best conditions, but there was a sort of freedom there that doesn't exist anywhere else." But no, he really didn't miss it all that much. The cold, the rancid food, the scrambling for his life. A part of him preferred this quiet existence, even with its troubles.

He had expected pain that mirrored the loss of Viserion in her eyes, but there was only a sad acceptance. He could remember how she had warned him that she was unable to have children at his bedside, in what seemed to be an attempt to offer him an out. It hadn't been enough to shake his faith in her or his desire to be with her.

He tried to picture her pregnant and on horseback, but the only image he could conjure was of her in Winterfell, wrapped in furs and carrying his child. "While on horseback?" He teased her, squeezing her hand.