Dany stood in the circle of Dothraki bloodriders, all eyes on her. One hand rested naturally on the slight swell of her two month pregnant belly. As per Dothraki tradition, she would eat a horse's heart to gain strength for the babe. If she didn't finish, or threw up, it would be considered a failure. An omen.

You watched your exotic wife as she took the heart, giving her an encouraging nod. She ate with some difficulty, blood smeared across her chin. Honestly, you didn't care if she couldn't complete the ritual. As long as she was safe and your babe was safe, you were satisfied.

Dany's throat convulsed and her stomach heaved, but she forced herself to finish.