"It's always summer under the sea," McGucket sang. "I know, I know, oh, oh, oh."

Tyrion's patience was wearing thin. "Don't you know any other songs?"

Suddenly, McGucket changed his tune. "Hands of gold are always cold, but a woman's hands are warm…"

"Never mind," Tyrion said quickly. "Go back to the first song."

Then Stewie came rolling into the library. Tyrion's face lit up with pleasure. "Why, if it isn't Stewie the Broken!"

"Why, if it isn't Tyrion the Imp!" Stewie responded. "The one half-decent member of the Lannister clan."

"Did you come here with Brian?" Tyrion asked.

"Yeah, he's talking to Daenerys right now."

"I imagine quite a lot has happened to you since we last met," said Tyrion.

"It has," agreed Stewie, "but we can discuss my adventures later. I came to Dragonstone so I could speak with a man called Fiddleford McGucket. Is this him?"

"Yes," said Tyrion, "but good luck getting any sense out of him. All he does is sing those nonsensical songs."

Stewie wheeled over to McGucket and looked into his face. "Hello. I'm Stewie Griffin. Your friend Ford Pines sent me here. Remember him?"

"The triangle comes to dance," the old man intoned. "The triangle comes to play."

"Yeah, that's what I'm trying to prevent. Ford said you knew how to stop Bill. What do I need to do?"

McGucket didn't seem to comprehend Stewie's words. He just went on singing. "Under the sea, the dragons have three heads. I know, I know, oh, oh, oh."

"What are you talking about?" said Stewie. "The dragons have three heads? I haven't seen any three headed dragons, just three dragons with one head apiece!"

"Like I said, you'll never get any sense out of him," said Tyrion. "His head is full of black dust. He may have some valuable knowledge, but it's buried deep inside him."

Stewie stared sadly at McGucket. Just like Hodor, the old man had been robbed of all his wits. Stewie wondered if there was any way to help him recover his sanity.

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Dany and Brian were up on the castle ramparts, watching the dragons fly in the sky.

"Those are some fine-lookin' dragons," Brian said, trying to make conversation. "What are their names?"

Dany said, "I named the black one Drogon after my dead husband, Khal Drogo, the green one Rhaegal after my brother Rhaegar, and the white one Viserion after my brother Viserys."

"You seem to be very proud of them," said Brian.

"They're the only children I will ever have," said Dany.

All of a sudden, Rhaegal turned his head sharply. He was looking across the bay at the mainland of Westeros. Something on the shore had caught his eye. He started flapping over the water.

"Huh," said Brian. "Wonder what got his attention."

"I don't know, but we'll find out," said Dany. She called Drogon over. Drogon flew over to the ramparts, and Dany climbed over the wall and onto his back. She held out a hand to Brian. "Ever ridden a dragon, Brian Griffin?"

Brian was a little nervous. "I-I don't know about this. Are you sure it's safe?"

"It's perfectly safe as long as you're with me," said Dany.

Warily, Brian climbed on behind her, and they took off, following Rhaegal.

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Meg stood on the shoreline, staring intently at the castle on the island ahead of her. So, this was Dragonstone. If Chibb had spoken truly, her aunt Daenerys Targaryen was there, the aunt she'd never met. But how to get across? She didn't have a boat. Meg sighed. So close, and yet so far.

Suddenly, she saw something big and green approaching from the air. As the flying figure got closer, Meg saw that it was Rhaegal, flying over the sea towards her. For the first time in her life, she was beholding a real life dragon! She knew she ought to be scared…

Yet somehow, she wasn't.

Rhaegal landed on the beach, right next to Meg. He regarded her with his huge eyes, not moving a muscle.

Slowly, Meg reached out her hand and touched the dragon's snout. His skin was smooth and leathery; it felt pleasant to touch. Meg ran her hand up and down, stroking the dragon as though he had been only a large dog.

Then Drogon came flying into view, with Dany on his back. Dany brought Drogon in for a landing next to Rhaegal and slid down to the ground. Meg turned her attention away from Rhaegal to look at her.

"I am Daenerys Targaryen, queen of Westeros," said Dany. "Who are you?"

Meg curtseyed. "I'm Meg Griffin, daughter of Lord Peter Griffin. I've come to join forces with you. Joffrey killed my father, and I want to avenge him. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to put you on the Iron Throne, and all I ask in return is to hear the death rattle in Joffrey's throat!"

Brian climbed down from Drogon and ran to Meg. "Meg! You're alive!"

Meg and Brian hugged. "What are you doing here, Brian?" Meg asked.

"It's a long story," said Brian. "But I'm the new king in the north. Stewie is here too."

Daenerys was amused. "I have to say, I've never seen one of my dragons act so friendly to someone other than me."

Well, Meg knew the reason for that. It must be because she had Targaryen blood. If she'd had any doubts that Lois's story was true, they were gone now. But Meg remembered Lois's words of caution, and she kept silent.

Rhaegal pressed his snout forward and nuzzled against Meg's side playfully. His warm breath tickled Meg, and a giggle escaped her before she could suppress it.

"Wow, Rhaegal really likes you," said Dany. "He might even let you ride him!"

So, the green dragon was named Rhaegal. It wasn't lost on Meg that his name was one letter away from Rhaegar, the name of her biological father. No wonder he had taken such a shine to her. Perhaps the reincarnated spirit of Rhaegar Targaryen was living inside this dragon somehow.

"I don't know how to ride a dragon," Meg said.

"Nobody does, until they ride a dragon," Dany chuckled.

"What if he doesn't want me to?" Meg asked.

"Then it was nice knowing you."

"You don't have to ride the dragon, Meg," Brian said quickly.

Meg's eyes were shining. "No, I want to give it a try!"

"Okay… if you're sure," said Brian.

Meg climbed on Rhaegal's back, and Rhaegal took off into the air. At first, Meg had trouble hanging on, and nearly fell a few times. But then she realized she could grip the dragon's sides with her knees, and after that it was easy.

Brian was impressed. "Wow, Meg!" he called to her. "When you lived at Winterfell you could barely stay on a horse, and now look at you!"

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Euron stood before the Iron Throne, with his captive, Yara, bound and lying at his feet.

"I've brought you a gift," he said to Joffrey. "I captured my niece Asha as she was sailing through the Narrow Sea."

On the floor, Yara glared. "I'm Yara! Asha's the other one! Why can't anyone tell us apart?"

"Your head will make a lovely addition to my castle wall," said Joffrey. "Maybe I'll serve it to your sister when we capture her! Bring in Ilyn Payne!"

Bertram murmured, "Wait, your grace. Perhaps we should keep her alive for the time being. She'd make a valuable hostage. Remember, you killed Peter Griffin right away and look how that turned out."

Joffrey considered this. "Maybe you're right. Okay, we won't kill her yet. We'll keep her in the dungeons for now."