Daenerys was unable to do anything but cry as the newborn was placed in her arms. For years she had been under the impression that she could not have children; and yet, against all odds, this proved to be untrue. The proof was here, small and pink and with wisps of white gold hair. It was the most beautiful thing Daenerys had ever seen.
"It is a girl my queen," the nurse said with a small bow.
"A girl," Daenerys repeated as she rocked the swaddled infant in her arms. The world placed an emphasis on men (the Dothraki certainly had), but she would not allow such a notion in the Seven Kingdoms. Women were just as powerful; sometimes even more. Daenerys was proof of that, and she knew this child would be too.
There was a knock on the door, then a soft word spoken on the other side: "Khaleesi?"
Daenerys knew who it was immediately. "Come in," she said, her voice still choked with tears. Jorah Mormont entered the room, a foreign look of unease on his face.
"Jorah," Daenerys turned towards her love, "Here is our daughter,"
In four quick strides the knight was at her side and dropped to his knees. Tears streaming down his face, he reached out to touch the infant's cheek.
"Would you like to hold her?" Daenerys didn't want to let the child go, but she knew this moment was just as much Jorah's as it was hers. Speaking suddenly seemed like an impossible task for the knight, but he nodded his head firmly.
It was strange, Daenerys thought, to see her husband hold such a tiny human. Jorah had safeguarded and advised her many times over the years, but it was peculiar to see his protective figure now encompassing a newborn. Yet at the same time it felt exactly right.
"She's perfect," Jorah said, his face shining with tears. He put one arm protectively around Daenerys as the two parents held onto their daughter, the new union of the houses of bear and dragon.