Jorah saw that inner strength of hers rekindled when her eyes found him. He kept his gaze on her and continued to encourage her as she continued her work. When the baby was finally born, he saw her relax against the bed. He kissed her temple once again. "Well done my Queen." He said softly in her ear.

At the cry, Jorah's head snapped up and a smile crossed his face. He felt Daenerys sit up and he helped to steady her as the linens were changed a final time and pillows were brought in to prop her up.

Jorah laid down next to her and put an arm over her shoulders as their son was placed in her arms. He smiled as he saw the young boys face and the tuft of silver hair on his head. Jorah kissed her temple again as he looked at their son...the prince. "Yes we do." He said before seeing Maester approach slowly. "The Maester needs his name to put on the birth record."