He even sounded like her sun and stars. Pulling in a deep breath, then slowly letting it go, Daenerys Stormborn saw the child of hope birth and in that same instant died. Blinking in rapid succession she was able to fight the moisture threatening to leak.
As she listened to him, she walked toward him stopping an arm's length away. Extending her hand so her fingers separated showing four fingers and a thumb, she touched his muscular arm.
As soon as she felt his skin, she drew her hand back as if it his arm was on fire.
The look of apology was the only one he would get. You must be ... oh I know, face twins. You are my husband's twin. I could not conceive what she was talking about. She couldn't wait to tell Dany, she really understood.
Her heart beating quickly slowed as if even it was disappointed.
"I am Danerys of House Targaryen. It is my honor to meet you."