Daenerys still wept even as he held her so close and looked into her eyes to assure her. It hurt so much...and the blood wasn't stopping. He was right, she knew it - they were alive, they could conceive again, hopefully. But she was so very sad; she would have liked to announce a new heir when she herself would be coronated.

As she thought of her brother, she looked over to the charred remains of his dragon and his body. She frowned before turning and burying her face again into Jorah's neck.

"Then it's done?" Could they finally march on the Red Keep in peace? This loss of her child...suddenly Daenerys didn't want to fight anymore.