I wanted a man who looked at and talked about me the way big, rugged Tormund talked about the Lady Brienne of Tarth:
I knew he was a fictional character ( and by far, one of the gods-be-damned best!) but I loved how unashamedly he adored her and wanted to make giant babies with her!
Where, for the love of the Lord of Light, was my Wildling, desperate to father you?
You might think this was a weird thing to want, but men blurting out a line like this at the women in our family has worked before.
In fact, your Grandpa said it to your Nan in the 1980s:
Your father was out there, Kids… your impatient Mother of Dragons just had to keep the faith and wait for him.