Before Daenerys could fight the hands restraining her, she felt a hard blow to the head and fell into darkness. Tokko carried her from the tent to a waiting pyre out of sight of camp. Many others waited there, throwing wood and cloth around the bottom of the pyre. Some even followed from the tent with Daenerys' belongings, including her gowns, books, and dragon eggs.

When she awoke, Daenerys felt something rough and painful around her core and arms. A rope, they've tied me here to die. She tried to cry out but knew the sounds from the camp would drown out her screams. Drogo, where are you? My son… I cannot leave him motherless. It was then she remembered his absence from her bed. Where could he be? She had been fearing for her son's life since the day he was born. She should have known something would happen when Drogo left.

Daenerys struggled against the ropes but was unable to free herself. There were at least one hundred men surrounding the pyre. How could her khal not have known about a dissension so large? Her throat grew hoarse from her shrieks. This was not how it was meant to be. She prayed to all the Gods possible that Drogo would return any minute. Not a moment later, Tokko walked toward her holding her child.

"No, Tokko, please, no." She cried to him. He could not hurt her son. "Kill me but leave my son alone." With a heinous grin, Tokko placed the child on the platform of the pyre. "Goodnight Khaleesi," he told her once again. Before she knew it, the wood beneath her feet when up in sparks. Her son wailed at her burning feet.