Daenerys smiled as she slipped into her tent. Her eyes lingered on him even as he left, the feeling of his kiss still upon her cheek and hand. Then the flaps were drawn on the tent so that the queen could be dressed.

The gown was made of the softest silk and the most gossamer lace. The sleeves came down just past her wrists to lightly brush over her knuckles. The train was long but Missandei could manage carrying it alone. Daenerys' hair was pinned back partially and secured with a special pin in the shape of a dragon with a large ruby clutched in its claws. A fine, thin veil was put over her face and Daenerys was led out to the center of the camp. She nearly burst into tears, seeing Jorah so handsome in his new armor. But Daenerys kept strong and did not cry, but she couldn't smile any bigger if she tried.