Daenerys walked quietly alongside the river, watching snow fall, wrapping her arms around herself. Snow fell in her platinum hair. The thundering march of horse hooves shook the ground beneath her. Turning, she was barely able to process what she saw before something wrapped around her throat, forcing her to her knees. She coughed as spots appeared in her vision. "Let this be a warning to you, jalan atthirari anni," whispered Drogo, tilting her chin up tenderly. Daenerys clawed at the twine wrapped tightly around her throat. Drogo continued, venom lacing his voice as Rhaego squirmed in his arms. "We will kill you slowly, as you have killed us." Viserys, Doreah and Xano walked out from behind Drogo, their eyes full of hate. Viserys kneeled before her and kissed her forehead as a flash of silver and an explosion of pain became all she could acknowledge. A river of crimson stained the snow and surrounded her as she fell back, the edges of her vision going dark. With a dark chuckle, the figures surrounding her vanished as she saw a pair of pale hands lift her before darkness took over.