The sight of all that grass stretching before her had taken her breath away. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and I was full of hope. Ser Jorah had been with her then, her great bear. She’d had Irri and Jhiqui and Doreah to care for her, her sun-and-stars to hold her in the night, his child growing inside her. Not since those half-remembered days in Braavos when she had lived in the house with the red door had she been as happy.
— Daenerys, A Dance With Dragons