"No, there wasn't anything else, not beyond the Wall." They might have vegetables at Castle Black, but life didn't grow once you passed into the wilds of the far north. That was the realm of the dead. "There wasn't wood to burn or anything else. We had to dig frozen shit out of the snow and use that for our fires."

He leaned closer to her, letting his voice drop into a murmur. The bartender noticed them, but was still in the middle of helping someone else. They had a few more minutes of privacy before someone would interrupt. His hand covered her, his thumb caressing her fingers, savoring the softness of her skin. It wasn't rough or harsh from cold climates, but speaking of warmth and comfort.

His smile spread, trying to imagine her devouring the heart as other women chanted around her. There was always a power and strength that exuded from Daenerys, but the image seemed like fire made flesh. No other queen would be willing to go that far, accepting her people's ways and embracing their beliefs. It's what made her far better than Cersei or any other ruler he had seen.

"What did the omens say about your child?" It's asked hesitantly, uncertain whether the memory would be painful for her or not. "Is that when you won their respect?"