"Do you know what my Hand told me of this day?"
"I believe I do."
"How long have you known?"
"I have suspected for a fortnight, but I would say Marya was confirming my suspicions as you were being informed by Davos."
"He did not say as much, but I could see he is very worried."
"As she told me, many women have several children after they reach the age of six and thirty."
"Davos will blame himself if something happens to her."
"He would be wrong to do so. Davos certainly is not a husband who forces himself upon his wife. And, she could have taken steps to prevent it if she wished. She has talked most readily about wanting another child. We dream of her having another son who will be close in age to a daughter of ours so that our houses may be joined one day. Although I have been told that the older you are, the less likely you are to have a . . . "
"Are you with child?"
"Not yet, at least not that I am aware. We could have just made that happen. I am not and will not do anything to prevent it."
"I remember the look of pain on your face."
"I do not."
"If we do have a daughter, I would like to see her have your hair."
"Not the same color! That would cause quite a scandal given the fuss made over the color of Joffrey's, Tommen's, and Myrcella's hair."
"It undoubtedly would, but I would not care. I would know who she belonged to."
"I should hope so. There can be no question in anyone's mind about Steffon. He is your very likeness."
"With the exception of the blue of his eyes. They are Tully blue. I had wished he would have more of your features or possibly favor Renly."
"Why would you possibly want that?"
"Renly was considered more handsome than Robert or I."
"Steffon will be considered quite handsome, as you are . . . or would be if you smiled more. The scowl does detract from that fact."
"You would have me being a smiling idiot like Massey?"
"No. I would have you be none other than you are. Good night, My Love."
"Sleep well, Sansa."