Daenerys had enjoyed the rest of the evening. She had been able to ignore her brother's grouchy attitude and just enjoy being involved with the festivities. When Jorah led her back to her chambers Daenerys felt her heart beat faster in her chest. She glanced up for him and smiled to him.

"Yes, I've been told, I am most anxious for it. Well, perhaps not anxious for the cold, but still..." Daenerys bit her lip as she looked up at Jorah. "I confess...it would be my first kiss. I just hope I do not do it incorrectly."

The kiss, or the bedding ceremony, which her brother declared mandatory. Gods, if only Rhaegar hadn't died in the war, then he might have given her away.