[The feed switches on, Daenerys' mask covering her face.] I was wanting to speak with the young lady from Westeros. I-- [she begins but Drogon gets all up in her business and hisses gently at the dragon on her mask. She pushes at him gently.] It is not real, Drogon. Settle.

[She focuses back on the PORTAL.] Forgive me. The young lady from Winterfell ( Read more... )

[The PORTAL switches on abruptly, and a flash of green streaks past. The view is at an angle, fallen over and tilted against something. Within the shot is a young woman. Short, with white-blonde hair and wearing the skin of a hrakkar, a white lion of the Dothraki sea, about her shoulders, that hangs down her back. A streak of black goes past the ( Read more... )