"You cannot see her yet," I heard Maester Pycelle tell my husband. "She is very weak… she has lost much blood… too much."
"And who proposes to stop me?" Rhaegar demanded, fire and blood in his voice.
The door was slammed open with so much force that the noise resounded about the room. I shifted to get a better view of him. His face was red and he must have seen how pale I was because concern changed him completely, he knelt beside my bed and took my hand in both of his.
"My son," he whispered.
I gazed down at the little thing in my arms. Wrapped up in a bundle of blankets she looked even smaller. How could this tiny creature, this little one tear me apart? The bed was soaked with my blood and I felt no strength in my limbs. But as I gazed down at her, her dark eyes gazed back at me, and in that moment, I knew I would have her tear me apart a thousand times to hold her in my arms.
I glanced at Rhaegar and tears came to my eyes as I squeezed his hand weakly. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry. It’s our daughter. She’s a girl.”
Rhaegar turned to me then, his eyes fierce. He took my face in both of his hands and kissed me softly but firmly on the mouth.
"Don’t apologise for her," he told me. "Don’t apologise for our daughter. She will be as fierce as Rhaenys and as clever as Visenya. She will be a Princess of the Seven Kingdoms."
"Rhaenys," I whispered, a smile coming to my lips. "Our Rhaenys."
"Rhaenys," Rhaegar agreed.”
“Hear me, Daenerys Targaryen. The glass candles are burning. Soon comes the pale mare, and after her the others. Kraken and dark flame, lion and griffin, the sun’s son and the mummer’s dragon. Trust none of them. Remember the Undying. Beware the perfumed seneschal.”
“Reznak? Why should I fear him?” Dany rose from the pool. Water trickled down her legs, and gooseflesh covered her arms in the cool night air. “If you have some warning for me, speak plainly. What do you want of me, Quaithe?”
Moonlight shown in the woman’s eyes. “To show you the way.”
“I remember the way. I go north to go south, east to go west, back to go forward. And to touch the light I have to pass beneath the shadow.” She squeezed the water from her silvery hair. “I am half-sick of riddling. In Qarth I was a beggar, but here I am a queen. I command you-“
“Daenerys. Remember the Undying. Remember who you are.”
“The blood of the dragon.” But my dragons are roaring in the darkness. “I remember the Undying. Child of three, they called me. Three mounts they promised me, three fires, and three treasons. One for blood and one for gold and one for …”
“Your Grace?” Missandei stood in the door of the queen’s bedchamber, a lantern in her hand. “Who are you talking to?”
Dany glanced back toward the persimmon tree. There was no woman there. No hooded robe, no lacquer mask, no Quaithe.
A shadow. A Memory. No one.”