Daenerys lay against him and breathed heavily as they recovered from their multiple orgasms. She cuddled in close to him and was soon sleeping, sated and warm, safe in his arms.

****

After many months of work and manipulation, Daenerys had her army. She had led them to the city of Mereen, marking the roads with crucified masters as she went.

But the scent of their rotted flesh had made her dreadfully ill. Of course, everyone knew why. Daenerys' belly was full and round with child. It was difficult for her to move and progress with the soldiers.

Instead of riding on a horse, Daenerys was carried in a small tented caravan. She ran her hands over her belly as they moved into the city, shielded from the sun by the curtains.