Baby Girl? Me and my khas have been riding all night. I thought I was immune to saddle sores, but I can barely sit again. "Khaleesi, there is something in the sand." Missandei points ahead of us. We're walking hand in hand, I'm leading my silver along. "Irri, Jhiqui, go and see what it is." My two handmaidens go ahead of us. Missandei clutches my hand tightly. "What if it is a snake, Khaleesi?" "Don't worry." I reassure her. "If it is a snake, they won't bring it over here." Irri and Jhiqui come back, Jhiqui holding something white in her arms. Missandei says "It looks like a baby!" Irri and Jhiqui reach us. "It was her. Someone left her there." Irri says. "Well, we can't leave her here." I decide. "Missandei, look after her." Jhiqui passes the girl to Missandei, who looks at her. "Black hair, blue eyes." She comments. "This one is Dothraki, but her eyes are strange. Blue, not brown." "She should be named." Irri says. "What about Love?" Jhiqui suggests. "Or Alba" I say, surprising myself. "It means first light in the morning." Missandei says, and looks up at the sky where the sun is rising. "And it looks like morning to me." "Alba Love" Irri tries it out and smiles. "I like it." I drop Missandei's hand. "We'll keep her till she's five. No longer. Then we'll find a Dothraki family to take her. A khaleesi's khas is no place for a little girl." I turn and walk away to join Aggo, Jhogo and Rakharo at the front of my army.