Sansa is indeed here with him, and she's had a hard time leaving his side. It helps that he's as handsome as his father, though his hair was dark where most Targaryen's were silver-haired. She hoped their children inherited the Targaryen Silver.
They would be beautiful children, there was no doubt of that.
But, that was some time off. Granted, Sansa had only been here a few days but she already was making plans for their own nuptials here. If they were to get married soon at home, then they could get married soon here. Perhaps not according to Westerosi customs, but they could make do- there were beautiful trees here, they could easily get wed before those.
"You have to sing Florian and Jonquil next!" She tells him, her fingers laced with his. Her arms are bare, as scar-less as his were. She was more open now, easily giggling and leaning into Aemon with an ease no one here would have seen. That was to say: she was thirsty.
not themselves
They would be beautiful children, there was no doubt of that.
But, that was some time off. Granted, Sansa had only been here a few days but she already was making plans for their own nuptials here. If they were to get married soon at home, then they could get married soon here. Perhaps not according to Westerosi customs, but they could make do- there were beautiful trees here, they could easily get wed before those.
"You have to sing Florian and Jonquil next!" She tells him, her fingers laced with his. Her arms are bare, as scar-less as his were. She was more open now, easily giggling and leaning into Aemon with an ease no one here would have seen. That was to say: she was thirsty.