"But, Khaleesi, it is known. You must do this to ensure a safe pregnancy."
"Irri, I highly doubt this is necessary." Daenerys sighed. "I will not wear that."
"Won't the Khal be disappointed?"
"I doubt he really cares."
"Don't say that, I'm sure he would notice!" Irri enthused, walking around her Khaleesi to start attaching the charm.
"I am not going to wear a belt made of raw horseflesh rubbed with tangerine juice!"
"It grants the spirit of a wild stallion to the child, my Khaleesi," interjected Doreah as she entered the tent with some water, followed by Sir Jorah, who stood beside the door, obviously suppressing a smile of amusement.
"It smells," pouted the young queen, for once looking her age.
"Just wear it." With this empathic statement, the handmaiden finished stretching the belt around Dany's now-considerable girth and snapped it tight. "Good," she stated, then walked out, presumably to get some other chore done.
"It does not look that bad, Khaleesi," offered Jorah.
"What good does this actually do?" Daenerys demanded, exasperated.
The knight smiled just a little bit, obviously trying to keep a grin from overtaking his face. "Well, Khaleesi, of course it helps," he began. "It is known."