Daenerys smiled at the scene, the vision of her husband holding their son. It was a sight she had seen before, with Drogo and Rhaego, but that had been an illusion. This was real.

She listened even as she rested against the pillows, exhausted and weary. Though when Jorah mentioned young boys competing for the opportunity to be her child's guard, Daenerys frowned. "Is that wise, love?" She asked, sternly. "Should we not choose for ourselves who shall serve so close to our son? Or rather, should he not adopt the Dothraki way and choose his own Bloodriders?"

Daenerys didn't like the idea of chance and fate deciding the safety of her son. She wanted more control, she wanted to be sure that her child was safe.