Qotho's body lay lifeless in the dirt, Ser Jorah Mormont sheathed his sword and rushed over to Daenerys, who had fallen after the hit from Qotho. He knelt beside her and she grabbed his arm, holding her pregnant belly with her other hand.

"Stop her, Jorah." She didn't have to tell him who, that much was obvious. Jorah was reluctant to leave her side but he did. He rushed into the tent, ignoring the howling that came from within. Mirri Maz Duur was chanting over Khal Drogo's body. She looked at Jorah and screamed, "Get out, the dead with destroy you!"

"Let them try." He said, striding through the tent. He stepped over the Khal's dead horse and grabbed Mirri by the arm. "The Khaleesi says stop."

He pulled her by her arm toward the opening of the tent. "No, I can't stop. He'll die."

"He'll die if you continue, witch." He spat. He shoved her through the flap and she fell into the dirt. Daenerys looked at her then to Rakharo, to him, she said, "Seize her."

Jorah left Mirri's side as Dany screamed out in pain. "What is it, my queen?"

"The baby. He's coming." She said quietly, clutching at his arm.

He shouted, "Get the midwives!"

Jorah gathered Daenerys up into his arms and carried her to her tent. He set her down on the bed and she cried out in pain. "Can I get you anything, Khaleesi?"

She shook her head, eyes shut out of agony. "No, Ser. I need nothing, just for the pain to stop."

"I will check where the midwives are." He began to rise but her hand grasped his arm.

"Don't leave. Please." She didn't have to ask twice. He sat down to her and she grasped his hand tightly in hers.

"Never, Khaleesi."

When she woke, she slowly opened her eyes. The tent was filled with early morning light and she found Ser Jorah sleeping softly against the center post of the tent. In his arms, cradled tightly against his chest, was a newborn. The fair hair thick and prominent on the head of the boy. A smile stretched across Daenerys' face and she slowly pulled herself out of bed. She still ached all over but she pushed the pain out of her mind as she looked upon her son's face. She ran her thumb over his plump cheek and his eyes flashed open, Targaryen violet. His skin was copper, like Drogo's, but that was all his father had given to him. The two sets of violet eyes didn't leave the other's, not until a voice said, "Khaleesi?"

She raised her eyes from her son's to her advisor's. "Jorah."

"The Stallion Who Mounts the World looks an awful lot like a Targaryen to me." He was smiling, looking down at the infant.

"He does." She smiled but it saddened her too. She had wished he would look like Drogo so she could have something left of him. "Any news of Drogo?"

Jorah didn't want to look at her but he did. "He will die this morning. He is fading from this world, my princess."

"Take me to him."

"As you wish." He rose from the seat as steadily as he could, he had never held a baby that he had immediately cared for and he didn't want to hurt the baby in any way by jostling him.

Dany smiled at him and held out her arms for Rhaego. Jorah almost seemed relieved as he handed over the baby. Rhaego was smiling at her as she followed Jorah out of the tent.

"The khalasar is gone." Dany said, frowning as she stepped out into the sunlight.

"A Khal who cannot ride is no Khal. The Dothraki follow only the strong. I'm sorry, my princess." He said solemnly.

She nodded but didn't comment. She was disappointed to have been abandoned by the khalasar but some still remained behind. She saw Rakharo in the distance, at least he was loyal. They entered the Khal's tent and he lay on a mat on the floor. His chest was raising slowly and he was muttering quietly.

Daenerys knelt down next to him and said, "Shekh Ma Shieraki Anni, the Stallion Who Mounts the World lives. Your son, Rhaego."

There was no response from Drogo and Dany tried to stay strong but she found tears creeping into her eyes. Jorah was by her side when her shoulders started shaking. "Khaleesi?"

She didn't answer him, she just closed her eyes and clutched her son to her chest. The tears came openly and she felt Jorah's hand close around her arm. "You were his Jalan Atthirari Anni. He loved you, Khaleesi. He was going to cross the Narrow Sea for you, something a Dothraki has never done." He took a pause and she opened her eyes, meeting his pale blue with her violet. "He was most proud of you when you ate that whole horse's heart in Vaes Dothrak. You could tell from the look on his face as he watched you. You, with the blood pouring from your mouth as you bit into the heart, to ensure that your son was born strong. And here he is, the Stallion Who Mounts the World. He will unite all of the khalasars and be the most powerful Khal to ever rule. He will conquer the world and make his father proud in the Night Lands."

She knew that he wasn't just talking about Khal Drogo's love, but she let him keep going. It seemed to be for his benefit as well as her own. It was cheering her up as much as it could. "Thank you for your kind words, Ser Jorah."

"I mean them, Khaleesi." He said sincerely.

"I know." She placed her hand on top of his and smiled at him.

He returned the smile but it faltered when the Khal began to gasp for breath. He said, "Let me take Rhaego. You and Drogo should be alone."

She just nodded and handed over her son. Jorah took Rhaego and fled the tent, leaving Daenerys with her husband for his final moments. Dany ran her hand through Drogo's hair. "Don't leave me, Shekh Ma Shieraki Anni." She was still crying, more openly now that Ser Jorah's words had ceased. "Your son needs you, as do I. " Drogo was fighting for breath and Dany grasped his hand tightly in hers, his remained limp. "Shekh Ma Shieraki Anni, I will love you until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east."

When Drogo's breaths ceased, Dany sank against his chest and sobbed.

"Khaleesi?" Jorah had returned. It had been at least an hour since Drogo's death and Daenerys was still draped over his body.

"He's dead, Jorah." She mumbled against Drogo's chest.

"Yes, Khaleesi." He said. "I have arranged for the funeral pyre to be laid. It will be lit tonight."

"Thank you, Jorah." She looked up at him and noticed his empty arms. "Where's Rhaego?"

"With the midwives. He's feeding."

"I should be doing that." She said, sadly, sinking back against her dead husband's chest.

Jorah shook his head. "No. He's in good hands." He walked toward her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Khaleesi, there's nothing you can do for him. He's exited this world and will enter the Night Lands tonight upon the pyre."

Dany didn't leave Drogo easily, Jorah waited until she started to drift off before scooping her up into his arms and carrying her back to her tent. He laid her on her bed and she fell asleep quickly.

Jorah woke her as the sun set. Rhaego was cradled in his arm as he gently shook her shoulder and said, "Khaleesi, it's time."

She opened her eyes. They were red from crying and she was overcome with grief but when she looked upon Rhaego's face, she felt a sliver of happiness creep in. She pushed herself out of bed and grabbed a dress from a trunk. She didn't even care that Jorah was in the room. She undressed and put the new one on in front of him. When she turned back to him, she found his head turned to give her privacy. She took Rhaego from him and walked out of the tent without a word.

Daenerys found what remained of her khalasar around the funeral pyre. Rakharo, Aggo, and Kovarro stood nearest to the pyre, putting the last pieces around it. She approached and knew what she had to do. She turned to Jorah and handed Rhaego to him without a word. He was concerned and stopped walking but she kept going and stood next to the three Dothraki as they finished with the pyre.

Dany stood before the funeral pyre, staring at Drogo's body in the center, and watched as Rakharo picked up the three dragon eggs. He placed them around the deceased Khal's body as Jorah walked to her, Rhaego in his arms. He said, "Drogo will have no use for dragon eggs in the Night Lands. Sell them. You and Rhaego can return to the free cities and live wealthy for all of your days."

"They were not given to me to sell." She said quietly.

"Khaleesi, my queen, I vowed to serve you, obey you, to die for you if need be, but let him go, Khaleesi. I know what you intend. Do not."

"I must." She said simply. "You don't understand."

"Don't ask me to stand aside as you climb on that pyre. I won't watch you burn."

"Is that what you fear?" She asked, looking into his eyes. She leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek, her lips grazing the corner of his.

She turned from Jorah and Rhaego and spoke to her new khalasar.

"You will be my khalasar. I see the faces of slaves; I free you. Take off your collars, go if you wish, no one will stop you. But, if you stay, it will be as brothers and sisters, as husbands and wives." She watched as some left. Her eyes settled on Mirri Maz Duur. "Ser Jorah, bind this woman to the pyre." He gave her a look. "You swore to obey me."

He nodded and handed Rhaego to Rakharo before he grabbed Mirri and pushed her toward the pyre. Dany looked back to her new khalasar. "I am Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria, I am the Dragon's daughter, and I swear to you that those who would harm you will die screaming."

Mirri Maz Duur called from the pyre as Jorah tied her to it, "You will not hear me scream."

Daenerys snapped, "I will. It is not your screams I want, only your life."

Jorah handed Dany a torch as he passed her, their hands touching and their eyes meeting. His were pleading once more and looked on the verge of tears. Hers were trying to tell him not to worry, she had seen the outcome of this in a vision.

He walked back to Rakharo and claimed the future khal of khals. Rhaego curled into his chest as the fire of the pyre ignited. Dany dropped the torch to the ground and gave Jorah and her son one final look before she walked into the pyre to a chorus of Mirri Maz Duur's screams.

All through the night, Jorah sat up with Rhaego in his arms, standing guard over the pyre as the khalasar slept and it continued to burn. It wasn't until morning that it finally extinguished. He walked toward the center of the pyre, where Khal Drogo's body had been cremated, with the sleeping infant in his arms. Next to the bones of her husband sat Daenerys Targaryen, naked but alive. Three scaly dragons climbed over her shoulders as she looked at him, a small smile playing on her lips.

He sank to one knee as best as he could with a child in his arms. He whispered, "Blood of my blood."

Behind him, Rakharo dropped to his knees and the rest of the khalasar slowly did the same.

"I told you not to worry." Dany said quietly to Jorah.

Dothraki Translations:

Shekh Ma Shieraki Anni = My sun and stars. Daenerys called Khal Drogo this.

Jalan Atthirari Anni = Moon of my life. Khal Drogo called Daenerys this.