Here's a small unedited excerpt of what to look forward to:
I sat up quickly the moment I woke. Tears were going down my cheeks as I thought back to the dream. The dream was so wonderful that I never wanted it to end. In that dream I had never smothered Drogo since the mistake that paralyzed him never happened. In that dream Jorah hadn't been cursed with greyscale because I had never exiled him.
My arms wrapped around myself in the morning light. It was a vain attempt to make myself happy as Drogo would be dead no matter what I did. I had thought that he was nothing more than a pleasant memory but...but the wound of his loss ran deep. Much deeper than I had thought possible. How many things had I done out of pain without realizing it?
While we had eventually grown a deep love for each other, our meeting hadn't been romantic. Viserys had sold me off as a bride to Khal Drogo in an attempt to get funding for an army to retake the Iron Throne. At first I had been nothing but an animal for the needs of men.
But after...after something changed. I was no longer just a vessel for Drogo to enact his desires, I had become his equal. If it were in his power, he would give me the world. He had shown me the strength I had deep inside of me. He had also killed my brother and I was glad for the loss. No longer would that monster hunt me. His name would soon vanish from history.
"Drogo." I whispered.
What would he think of his khaleesi? Had I made him proud? He hadn't been able to give me the world and so I had taken charge of my fate instead. My child that I was closest to was named after the first man I had ever truly loved. Drogon was a constant reminder of my first husband's strength and love.
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