Daenerys smiled happily and tucked in against his side as close as her belly would allow, pillowed her head on his chest.

"If my lord husband wishes my hair to fall all the way down to my backside, then so it shall," she teased, snuggling in and kissing his chest. Really, she just liked referring to him as her husband. "As a khaleesi, to cut my hair would symbolize a defeat. So, I will simply never allow myself to be defeated."