"Well, since you were so inconvient in siring only boys, I had thought of one of the Baratheons' little does. Or Aenyris if he wished to be traditional. I might have suggested the Vianna Arryn but the Arryns seem to make unhappy queens." Aeria brushed a stray leaf from the sleeve of her gown and watched it float away on the breeze. A storm was brewing somewhere near, the presence of it was in the very air. She looked at Selester with a half-smile. Kaelyn Stark had certainly been a disaster. "You haven't by chance hidden a daughter away in the Reach somewhere? I'd wager she'd be beautiful enough to tempt the king away from his course."