"Not for some time now," Daenerys replied honestly. The last she had dreamed she had been with Daario, she had been happy despite her impending marriage. She hadn't wanted to let go of that. She had the distinct feeling that that happiness couldn't last forever. It never did with her. She was born of fire and blood.
"The dreams caused my hair to turn white," she offered. "I have to dye it now elsewise I'd look very strange to you, I think."