Daenerys watched silently until not a single scrap of flesh was left in the arena and the dragons lit to perch beside her again. She glanced up to Jorah and longed to clutch his hand if only for a moment. "Our son is avenged, my love," she whispered.

They could try again. Daenerys wanted to be a mother of a human child; particularly Jorah's child. But then again, she had a kingdom to rule and bring under control. A child would complicate matters. Especially a bastard child.

No, the next child she conceived would be legitimate. A proper heir to the throne.