The fire burned for the remainder of the evening and all throughout the night. When the sun rose in the morning, there were chatterings and whispers among the Dothraki - at first. Those whispers turned to cries of surprise and screams of fear.

Daenerys sat up from the ashes, naked - save for the three dragon babies that cooed and growled as they rested on her shoulders.

She was alive. She couldn't believe it. Daenerys looked up to Jorah with wide violet eyes - unsure what to do, unsure if she could truly move.