Viserys had not been thrilled when the negotiations had been set for the bedding ceremony. He wanted things done his way, or no way at all. But in the spirit of the happy occasion, he had agreed to let those who escorted them to the bedding ceremony remain outside the room.

Daenerys was happy that Jorah's promise that only his trusted men would drag her off to their bed chamber would carry her off and touch her came to pass. Her gown and jewels were stripped from her form until they made it to the bedchamber and she was pushed inside along with Jorah. Odd, how she had been curious and anxious for this part, but indeed Daenerys was a true maid and knew not the touch of a man, nor how to really please a man no matter how she'd heard her brother talk about the matter. She found herself looking upon Jorah with wide, curious eyes, her cheeks bright red as she settled back against the bed, pulling up some of hte furs to cover herself.