Drogo watched over his omega as the women readied him to devour the heart of the finest steed. Jon was trying not to feel sick, his belly was still flat. He was dressed in fine clothing, more feminine but he knew it to be tradition. Their queen was to wear fine beautiful clothing, his hair was slightly braided back. Jon was jittery, he knew the whole khalasar would be watching him go through this trial. If he did not consume the heart their child would not be seen as the heir.

The others were beginning to grow rowdy as he stood before them.

Drogo smiled, something he was not often seen doing in public.

Jon looked to him for strength, Jora stood close to Drogo nodding to the omega to show his support. Daenerys watched with a raised white brow with interest waiting to see this tradition unfold. "When am I going to get my damn army?" Viserys seethed lowly.

Jora shot him a look, this was no time to question the Khal.

Daenerys rolled her eyes, her brother made her crazy sometimes. She truly didn't understand the reasoning behind his anger.

Jon was handed the heart of a stallion, he knew it was time to prove his strength. This was no time to grow disgusted, he only wished he could morph into a wolf to devour the horrible heart. Women sang and chanted while he began, he seemed to almost ryth as he consumed it. Blood caked his face, dripping over his white garment. Drogo was pleased by the efforts Jon was putting into consuming it. He didn't take breaks like many queens had done before. He was tearing and shredding at it in desperate haste.

The wolf within him seemed to be taking hold as he tore at the muscle, blood caked his hands as he continued to tear.

Viserys was disgusted, he saw Jon as his future omega and watching him eat the heart as if it were a decadent cake made his stomach turn. He could feel bile building at the back of his throat. Daenerys narrowed his eyes as she watched her nephew consume the heart. She could have sworn as she caught his eye it was not human, but rather draconic. Slitted for a millisecond, she turned to Jora who placed his hand on her shoulder. "He is doing well." He whispered. "He will prove a great mother."

Drogo smiled as Jon locked eyes with him, he was proud of his mate. Proud of him for continuing with such a task without a second thought. The torches flickered around Jon casting shadows as he continued. He could feel himself wanting to throw up but he knew he had to be strong. He took a breath waiting for only a moment to push down any disgust, he had to remember he was not just an omega, but a queen. He was the bloodline of two great houses, and even with the arrangement of this marriage to Drogo he had been mated by one of the greatest Khal's the Dothraki had ever seen.

Jon consumed the final piece of the heart and stood, blood soaked, before the now cheering dothraki. The cheers were deafening, Jon heaved as he placed his bloodied hands over his belly leaving prints upon the fabric and his exposed skin. Drogo stood and wrapped his arms around Jon lifting him up for the people to see better. "Tih khaleesi is haj, anna will raise the future khal ki the khalasar ma ei ki the lekh dothraki erin! To tih khaleesi anha pledge a azho, tih oakah, tih athfiezar, tih atthirar." (My queen is strong, she will raise the future king of the khalasar and all of the Dothraki kind! To my queen I pledge a gift, my soul, my love, my life.)

Jon blushed catching a few of the things that Drogo claimed. The dothraki cheered for Jon and Drogo, the tent full of life.

Drogo placed his hand upon Jon's belly, Jon did not freeze nor tense at his touch, Jora bit his lip noticing how calm they had grown together. "Ma rizhaan anni, vezh fin asaja rhaesheseres, maan anha valloshak azh akka. Anha will give mae the shiqethi ador mae mai's ancestors sat she. Anha vazhak maan Rhaeshis Andahli. Anha, zhey Drogo, atak jin.Anha vidrik khalasares anni jim, finaan nakhoe rhaesheser, majin adothrak hrazef ido yomme Havazzhifi Kazga ven et vo khal avvos. Anha vaddrivak mahrazhis fini ondee khogar shiqethi ma vohharak okrenegwin mori. Anha aqorisok chiories mori, vazzafrok yal mori, ma afichak vojjor samva Vaesaan Dothrak. Ki jini anha astak asqoy, anha, Drogo ki Bharbosi. Ki jini anha astak asqoy hatif Maisi Krazaaji kash shieraki vitihiri asavvasoon. Asavvasoon! Asavvasoon!"

(And to my son, the stallion who will mount the world, I will also pledge a gift. I will give him the iron chair that his mother's ancestors sat upon. I will give him the land of the Andels. I, Drogo, will do this. I will take my Khalasar west to where the world ends and ride wooden horses across the black salt water as no Khal has done before! I will kill the men in iron suits and tear down their stone houses! I will rape their women, take their children as slaves and bring their broken gods back to Vaes Dothrak! This, I vow, I, Drogo, son of Bharbo. I swear before the Mother of Mountains as the stars look down in witness! As the stars look down in witness!)

The whole of the Khalasar erupted, dancing began, Daenerys looked to Jora for answers. Jora bit his lip. "He is saying he will ride to The Seven Kingdoms, kill the people, and bring their son to sit upon the iron throne." Jora whispered.

Danny looked to her brother who was not listening. "We cannot tell him the truth," she whispered, "he will kill Drogo or the child."

Jora nodded. "I will watch over Jon more carefully, keep him from harm."

"Please do." She whispered. "I know my brother. The throne is his rise to power and he will not allow anyone to get in the way. Even if it is in fact Jon's own child."

Jon let out a surprised yelp as Drogo brought him in for a deep kiss. The Dothraki continued to cheer. Continuing to whoop, the dothraki took their cheers to the streets. Viserys wanted answers for their excitement.

"What is going on?"

"They're cheering for the future of Jon and Drogo, they believe he will be having a son."

"A boy?"

"It is so," Jora retorted, "Jon consumed the whole heart. He did not fall, nor give up. A son grows within Jon's womb."

"Could it be a daughter?"

"Unlikely," Jora responded, "but possible. It is hardly ever wrong."

Viserys was determined to have what he wanted, and he knew there were only a few ways to do that. He would allow them to celebrate today, but he would come to Jon in the morning demanding his army.