Jorys wriggled a bit in the blankets and gave a sharp little cry. Daenerys smiled down at the boy and brought him up, preparing to nurse him as she had been instructed by the midwife. "There will be no doubt that he is Targaryen by blood - if he keeps his hair color as it is now." The silver-blonde Targaryen locks, she was rather happy to see that he had gotten this trait from her.

Daenerys pulled her dress aside and brought Jorys up to her breast. Jorys opened his mouth and latched onto her nipple to feed. Daenerys was overwhelmed with happiness and a maternal warmth that filled her up.

"He's so beautiful, so small," she whispered.