Doreah burst into the tent followed by two of the midwives. Suddenly the room felt too crowded to Dany and the air felt thicker as breathing became harder. She was starting to feel dizzy and the yelling turned into a humming in her ears. Drogo clenched her hand and pulled Dany back from the comforting pull of unconsciousness.

"Get her out of there and onto the bed!" one of the midwives shouted, seeming all too calm for this situation, Drogo noticed. Irri and Doreah tried to lift the Khaleesi up from underneath her shoulders. "Let go." the Khal commanded and deftly lifted his queen into his arms. He tried to ignore the warm feeling of blood running down his forearm as he gently placed her on the bed. Another scream ripped through Dany, but he noticed she seemed to be growing weaker. One midwife examined Dany while the other pushed him aside. "You need to go, Khal, you shouldn't be here." How was he supposed to leave the moon of his life? The brightest thing he has ever seen? She was carrying the Stallion Who Mounts The World, his son. The Khal refused to leave her side. Screw tradition, he thought, screw what the khalasaar will think. When he didn't budge, the midwife let him be.

Blood was soaking the sheets and cushions. "It's time!" a midwife shouted, "He's coming now!" Daenerys' cries grew desperate refusing to allow her son to leave her. She knew it was unsafe for him, she knew he wouldn't make it. Rhaego wasn't ready for the world. Dany began to curse herself for cursing the precious boy inside of her. She attempted to argue with the midwife. "Your body can't hold him any longer, blood of my blood. You must do this for the both of you." she said calmly as she stroked the Khaleesi's hair. Dany weakly nodded as the tears now came from closed eyes. Her hand searched the bed and grabbed at the air. The Khal took her hand knowing it was exactly what she was looking for.

The midwife had Daenerys begin to push and Doreah laid a wet cloth across her Khaleesi's forehead. Khal Drogo had never been so afraid in his life, never even from the blade of an arakh in a fight. The idea of losing both Daenerys and Rhaego was unbearable. His eyes never left her face. He heard the shouting of the women and felt the crush from Dany's hand, but nothing broke his gaze on her face. If anything happened to her, he needed to remember every inch of it.

Dany screamed as she pushed and the more she pushed, the more blood she lost. How had her delicate body ever even made it this far? The Khal knew she was a fighter. She will do this. Daenerys was terrified. The pain was blinding and she knew something more was wrong. She needed to get this child out of her. She had already realized that she may die, but she wasn't about to take her son with her. With every ounce of strength she still held onto, she pushed.

What finally pulled Khal Drogo away from his wife was the weak cry of his son. Rhaego is here, he sighed with relief. The fear was over. Wasn't it? "Daenerys, he's here. Moon of my life!" Drogo turned to look at his Khaleesi, "Help her!" he repeatedly shouted at the midwives. Irri held onto his alarming small son as he held his unconscious wife is his arms.