"Then we won't have one," she tells him, leaning closer to him. They would be a good King and Queen, everyone had agreed already. Aemon was smart and noble, a true knight. Sansa was beautiful and kind. She knew from watching her parents that when love was able to be fostered between a married couple it seemed to make them more effective rulers.

She was glad she had Aemon to love.

She grins, and closes the distance between them, pressing her nose against his in a brief show of affection, before she begins to sing.