She had indeed considered that fact. She nuzzled against him and kept cuddled up close. Daenerys was a Targaryen, there was a stigma more so with her than any other that came with giving birth to a bastard. "A bastard, yes...but it is within the power of the Crown to grant legitimacy to a bastard child, is it not?" Could she not technically grant legitimacy to her own child, conceived out of wedlock? Her stubborn mind thought it so.