Daenerys was not opposed to the bedding ceremony. It was important to her to keep such traditions alive. Besides, with the Unsullied she was handled properly, with the respect a queen deserved. They carried her to the wedding tent and gently ushered her in, completely bare with Jorah. She grinned to him as she glanced up to take in his form in the candlelight. His words filled her with hope and arousal.

She would carry a child again. Bring the baby to turn and have the heir the throne demanded and the child for which they so longed.

"Yes, my love," she smiled as she leaned up to return the kiss. Daenerys moved back easily and dropped back to the bed once she felt it behind her. She slid back to allow him room and beckoned him forward with a playful curl of her finger. "Come to me."