"Drogo was strong, he led the Dothraki horde. He never lost in battle, so his hair was never cut. Blood magic killed him. It was horrible to see him as a shell of a man at the end. I would not wish that sorrow of watching someone you love die in your arms on anyone. Silently, your soul cries out in agony."
The wind took her hair to play with, much like a cat slaps at a toy. Crossing her arms over her chest, she listened to William, nodding in agreement.
His love for his Edie was evident in every thing about him. His eyes twinkled as he spoke of her, his voice softened as he said her name. This made Daenerys ache for her own love. It wasn't often that she felt jealousy, it was a new experience for the Queen. She did feel a twinge of jealously.
"You are both lucky," she said simply. "It is my opinion that you too would make an excellent parent. To love the woman who would bear your children tells a tale of how you would be with them. You are truly blessed, Lord William."