( She sat by the window in the warm air, relishing the shade. )

It was more than reasonable to say that Dany was not used to the cold. But rather than complain about it -- because she could, being not only too young to have seen one, but a near-tropical girl most of her life -- she treated it as a novelty. A brisk, sometimes unpleasant novelty, but one all the same ( Read more... )

Dany had been concerned when she hadn't heard from Ser Jorah in nearly a month. Letters were slower than this 'telephone' thing she was still trying to understand, certainly, but not usually this slow. When a raven finally tapped at her window Saturday evening, she eagerly took the tiny scroll from it, settling down with Drogon in her lap to read ( Read more... )

Dany had absolutely no idea how to dress for a Homecoming, except that it was formal -- and she, decidedly, had nothing to wear. She'd burned her wedding gown, of course, so that was out (and she wouldn't, anyway) and Dothraki garments and even her loose gowns from the Free Cities wouldn't do ( Read more... )