Daenerys couldn't take her eyes off of Jorah even as the ceremony progressed. It felt too good and comforting to be wrapped in the cloak that bore the sigil of his house. When he raised her veil Daenerys nearly burst into tears of joy.

She stood with him before the tree and recited her vows to him, then leaned up and returned his kiss. This was it. She could hardly believe it. They were married, husband and wife. They could do as they pleased now in public without fear of rumors. Eagerly she took his hand and followed down the aisle. She settled into her lavish seat and waited for Jorah to take his seat beside her. But she was not yet willing to relinquish her hold on his hand.