A/N: Sorry it's been so long. College stuff has had be run ragged these few days. Okay, this is another one-shot. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! ON WITH THE ONE-SHOT!
He watches her. The scent of incense perfumes the air with cloying sweetness. The heat of the fires blazes, causing sweat to bead upon his skin. The chanting of the crones rolls through his ears. His people watch with rapt attention as she swallows another mouthful of heart. She closes her eyes, and he watches her throat convulse. He leans forward, elbows on his knees. Her eyes find his. He watches her gather what strength she has and tears into the heart again.
He watches as she pushes the last chunk of meat into her mouth. He watches her hands clench into fists, watches her throat convulse as she swallows. The drums pick up an insane tempo, matching the beat of his heart. He resists the urge to rise as she slumps forward, gagging and coughing. The crones stop their chanting, watching her with their all-too-knowing eyes. Slowly, he watches as she pushes herself back into a kneeling position. She stares into his eyes as she swallows the last bit of meat.
He keeps her gaze as she rises to her feet. Blood stains her mouth and hands like obscene war paint. Her eyes burn with an inner fire that sets his loins to stirring. She turns from him for a brief moment, announcing to his people the name of their child, Rhaego. His people pick up the chant, shouting the name into the sky. He rises and walks to his Khaleesi, scooping her into his arms. She smiles down at him, and not even the mighty Khal can deny the love and pride he sees there.
His little moon, the moon of his life, has beomce a Khaleesi.