Across the still blue water came the slow steady beat of drums and the soft swish of oars
from the galleys. The great cog groaned in their wake, the heavy lines stretched taut
between. Balerion’s sails hung limp, drooping forlorn from the masts. Yet even so, as she
stood upon the forecastle watching her dragons chase each other across a cloudless blue
sky, Daenerys Targaryen was as happy as she could ever remember being