Daenerys was dressed in her finest regalia later that afternoon, crown and jewels and a fine red gown. As Cersei Lannister was led out into the open there was clearly no fight nor deceit in her eyes. The lioness was gone, it was a shell of a woman who looked back at Daenerys. When her head was struck from her body Daenerys couldn't help but smirk triumphantly. It was easy to ignore the dull ache in her belly when one of her natural predators had just been eliminated.

She walked back to her chambers slowly, with all the regality of a queen with Jorah beside her. Though once she reached her chambers she felt lightheaded and needed to sit down. She sat down in a fine chair and caught her breath a moment.

"Let us hope you're right, for surely there are still those who stood to gain from a lion's rule than a dragon's," she winced a little as her hand rubbed over the swell of her belly once again.

No, something wasn't right.