VARYS and QUYBURN sit in the SMALL COUNCIL CHAMBER. It is nightime and the SMALL COUNCIL is lit by candles.

QUYBURN: What if they don't return, Queen Daenerys and her dragons?

VARYS: What about his royal King Snow? No, wait. King Tagaryen. They are related.

QUYBURN: We've grown accustomed to incest because of the Lannisters. It doesn't shock me anymore.

VARYS: It still shocks me.

Silence, when the audience hears wings flapping, gigantic, dragon-like wings flapping:

VARYS: Did you hear that?

QUYBURN: Oh, I'm partially deaf. You have to speak into my good ear.

THE SMALL COUNCIL shakes. The audience hears the sounds of dragon claws grasping at the walls of the Red Keep, then DAENERYS yelling from a distance:

DAENERYS: I don't know where Tyrion is. But we promised each other we'd meet at the Vale.

JON: I didn't know that's not how you like to be ridden. Rhaegal let me ride him however I chose.

The doors to THE SMALL COUNCIL burst open.

DAENERYS: Viserion is moody today.

QUYBURN and VARYS glaze upon each other, faces shocked.

QUYBURN and VARYS: Your grace!

DAENERYS: The Night King was the greater foe. We barely escaped with our lives. In the Great Battle of the Living against the Dead, the Dead won. Only us remain.

JON: The only army that remains is the Unsullied. Her royal army numbers 8 000, and the Night King's Army numbers more than 200 000. Numbers mean something.

DAENERYS: Where is Missandei?

VARYS: In her chambers with Greyworm. They're in love. Quyburn and I have been maintaining the Queen's peace while Missandei and Greyworm have lived carefree in Dragons' Landing.

QUYBURN: Even I remember what young love was once like, and if they can spend another hour –

VARYS: Another minute.

QUYBURN: Another second.

VARYS and QUYBURN: It's a wonderful thing.

DAENERYS: Love is a wonderful thing.

CUTTO: MISSANDEI and GREYWORM in bedroom chambers She looks out to the full moon.

MISSANDEI: It's been two months since...

GREYWORM: Since Daenerys and her dragons left?

MISSANDEI: And my last menses. I'm pregnant.

GREYWORM hugs MISSANDEI.

GREYWORM: We will have child. If boy, he grow up strong and agile. He be great warrior of the New Unsullied. If girl, she grow up smart and work as translator.

MISSANDEI: What if she's both?

GREYWORM: I would love her. She be who she want to be.

MISSANDEI: I love you.

They kiss, then there's a knock on the door.

MISSANDEI, annoyed: Does it really have to be now? Is it so urgent that it can't wait until tomorrow morning?

DAENERYS: Hey. It's me. I'm back and we really need to talk.

MISSANDEI rushes to dress, then rushes the door. GREYWORM rushes to dress.

MISSANDEI: My queen, please come in.

DAENERYS, in tears: We lost.

MISSANDEI hugs DAENERYS.

MISSANDEI: Do you want to talk about it?

DAENERYS nods. Together, they head to the bathroom.

JON, sitting beside GREYWORM: Bathroom time is sacred time. That's what I know from living with Dani.

GREYWORM: My king.

JON: We lost.

GREYWORM: Missandei is pregnant.

JON: Congratulations.

GREYWORM: It was my greatest fear.

JON: Getting Missandei pregnant or us losing the war?

GREYWORM, pausing.

JON: You took too long to think about that.

GREYWORM: Don't tell Missandei. And you?

JON: Not for a lack of trying. Wait, I thought the Unsullied couldn't.

GREYWORM: The worm is shorter than the snake, but the worm still spits. But I mean losing. Do you want to talk about it?

JON, pausing.

GREYWORM: You took too long to think.

JON: We were outnumbered, and his army never tired. We fought, and fought, but the Night King's army never relented. Soldier after soldier, brother after brother, sister after brother – I don't know if it was the hopelessness or the sheer exhaustion when they finally gave their lives to the undead. If Daenerys hadn't rescued me with Drogon, exhaustion would have made me another victim. Death by exhaustion is cruel.

GREYWORM: Where was Viserion? Rhaegal?

JON: Rhaegal sacrified his life to save his brother and mother. May he rest in peace. As for Viserion, I don't know, but I heard dragon fire in the distance. The battle was full of chaos, things happening all at once.

GREYWORM: Where is Tyrion?

JON: I don't know.

CUTTO: MISSANDEI and DAENERYS in a marble bathroom like in a Roman bath.

DAENERYS: We Night King enchanted a storm of magical hail that tore the flesh off my Dothraki, the loyal ones anyway. The Night King is powerful. Not only can he launch a spear made of ice that kills a dragon, it destroys the main wall of castle Winterfell. He also can escape Drogon's dragon fire by tansforming into snow.

MISSANDEI: The Night King's magic is powerful.

DAENERYS: Tyrion said the Vale was the safest place in Westeros, and if we garrison there, maybe we can come up with another plan. Or at least be safe. Missandei, I saw death. He felt inevitable.

MISSANDEI, embracing DAENERYS: Death. My queen, how awful.

DAENERYS: But if we retreat to the Vale, we leave Dragons' Landing to the fate of the Night King, winter's fate. I had premonitions of this. Way back when, when I was in the Tower of the Undying, I succumbed to illusions, but maybe they weren't all illusions. Maybe one was a premonition. I walked underneath the hall of the iron throne, roof exposed underneath a gentle snowfall. It felt eerie, and at first I thought I had caused this, but now, I wonder, is this the fate of the iron throne with the Night King? Does this sound crazy?

MISSANDEI: Your life has been extra-ordinary. Whatever you tell as real, I know is true, but what you're saying is to retreat to the Vale and allow the Night King to take control of Dragons' Landing.

DAENERYS: If we stay in Dragons' Landing, every day the Night King marches south, his army grows. One future is certain: if we remain, we perish under the Night King's inevitable march. If nothing else is certain, his inevitable march is. I don't want you to die, Missandei. I want you to live a long and happy life.

MISSANDEI, tears in her eyes: Mother of dragons, I don't want you to die either.

DAENERYS: I can't save the people of Dragons' Landing. I tried. If I could do this all over again, I wouldn't do anything differently. I'd still march north to attack the Night King at his weakest, but his weakest was mightier than we were. I tried, and I can retreat to the Vale with my concious clean. I tried. Missandei, I tried.

MISSANDEI: You tried. We will find safety at the Vale.

MISSANDEI, switches to Valerian: My queen, your plan seems like the best option, but may I be the opposition?

DAENERYS: Speak freely.

MISSANDEI: We are foreigners in Westeros. You may have a Targaryen last name, but you know more of Essos than Westeros. Your skin is touched by the Essos' sun, as has mine. When we arrive at the Vale –

DAENERYS: Land, you and I will fly upon Drogon.

MISSANDEI: I thought only Targaryens could ride a dragon.

DAENERYS: If that were really true, dragons are racist assholes. But they're not.

MISSANDEI: When we land at the Vale, we'll be foreign.

DAENERYS: You mean immigrants?

MISSANDEI: We'd be immigrants to the Vale.

DAENERYS: They bent the knee to my rule. They professed love to the mother of dragons. Normally the daughter runs back to her mother, but in this case, the mother retreats to her daughter's safety until we can devise Plan C.

MISSANDEI: Scenario planning, in the jargon.

DAENERYS: Scenario planning, as royal immigrants to the Vale.

MISSANDEI: What of the people of Dragons' Landing?

DAENERYS: As queen, I must make tough choices, and the choice we have is to remain in Dragons' Landing and perish with the citizens of the city, or we retreat to the Vale where we can survive and plan our eventual victory. Missandei, I love you. You are family. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I don't love the citizens of this capital. But I love you. I love you and you love Greyworm, and all I want now is to protect you. You are family, and I want to protect my family.

MISSANDEI: Family. I'm with child, so the family is expanding.

DAENERYS: I'm so happy! Love is possible, and it means that even during war, moments of happiness can be found.

CUTTO: JON and GREYWORM.

JON: Dani can't get pregnant.

GREYWORM: As Unsullied, neither could I, I once thought.

JON: We've been trying, believe you me, but no. As the bastard son of Neddard Stark, I didn't think I would ever want to have children. But as the son of Rhaegon Targaryen, lawful king of Westeros, I want to have a child with my Dani. Or a few, once the war is over.

GREYWORM: How is Vale our safest option?

JON: The Night King's Army is fiercer than when I saw them at Hardhome. The Night King has magical powers I never thought were possible. The only place we stand a chance is in the mountains where the greatest army is funnelled to a narrow phalanx. Then, an army of 8000 can defeat an army of 200 000.

GREYWORM's eyes grow wide after realizing the staggering difference between 8000 and 200000.

GREYWORM: How do we get there?

JON: You Unsullied cannot ride horseback?

GREYWORM shakes his head.

JON: Then you'd have to march. It'll take a month to march to the Vale. It takes a month to march from Winterfell to Riverrun. Hopefully you with the Unsullied can march east of the King's Road before the Night King's Army advances that far south.

GREYWORM: I march with the Unsullied. I don't ride dragonback with you.

JON: Daenerys trusts you. We need you to ensure loyalty among the Unsullied. We lost a few Dothraki on our march north to Winterfell. We cannot lose any man as we garrison in the Vale. Every man matters in the great battle to come.

GREYWORM: In the great battle to come, do we win?

JON, holding back tears: I could tell you the truth or I can tell you a beautiful lie.

GREYWORM: The truth.

JON: I don't know.

DAENERYS and MISSANDEI return.

DAENERYS: We must leave, otherwise the castle will be too suspicious of why the Unsullied are leaving Dragons' Landing.

GREYWORM: We are needed in warfront.

JON: Winterfell has withstood but casualties are severe. Unsullied are commanded to march north to aid in the war.

DAENERYS: Bring also all of Dragons'Landing treasure. We will need treasure to survive.

GREYWORM nods.

DAENERYS begins to leave with MISSANDEI, and JON follows but:

DAENERYS: You're coming? I thought you'd escort Greyworm and the Unsullied.

JON: I thought I was going to the Vale with you.

DAENERYS: Greyworm and the Unsullied are faithful but they don't know Westeros. They will need an escort on their journey to the Vale. You are the only one I trust to escort them.

JON: It'll take a month to march north. They'll need to lodge and buy food along the way. They need their king to escort them north. I understand that, but along the way, we may have eager young men who want to join the fight.

DAENERYS: Only those you really trust or those with great fighting potential, allow them to join. Otherwise tell them their efforts are better served ensuring the harvest. The winter will be long, and the Crown needs as much grain and food as possible.

JON: Aye, the Crown does.

DAENERYS: I love you, Jon.

JON: I love you. If Tyrion arrives with Ghost to the Vale before I do, tell Tyrion he better have a good Plan B, and tell Ghost I miss him.

JON hands DAENERYS his gloves.

JON: So that Ghost can smell me in them.

DAENERYS: We lost the battle but we haven't lost the war.

JON: In the end, we will prevail. The living shall prevail against the dead.

JON and DAENERYS kiss.

MISSANDEI to GREYWORM: If it's a boy, what name do you want?

GREYWORM: Yaouleni.

MISSANDEI: Yaouleni has all the vowels of the alphabet. It means rainbow or spectrum in my mother language.

GREYWORM: For man named Greyworm who grey up poor, Yaouleni will grow up with all colourful opportunities. If baby is daughter?

MISSANDEI: Cobress, for the most magnificent worm is a serpent, and the most magnificent serpent is the cobra.

GREYWORM: I love you.

MISSANDEI: I love you too.

CUTTO: JON, GREYWORM, VARYS, and QUYBURN watch as DAENERYS and MISSANDEI ride DROGON and VISERION as the sun rises.

QUYBURN: They're beautiful, aren't they?

VARYS: The ladies or the dragons?

QUYBURN: Both.

VARYS: Aesthetically, a woman riding atop is a beautiful sight indeed.

QUYBURN: No, I mean sexy.

VARYS: Darling, you're barking up the wrong tree.

CUTTO: Forest, and a clearing in the FOREST.

MISSANDEI: I never thought dragons grew thirsty and need water.

DAENERYS: All life needs water, from the baby growing inside you to the tallest tree to even dragons.

MISSANDEI: I've been learning Draconic with Viserion.

DAENERYS: You've already begun to communicate with my daughter?

MISSANDEI: I can't pronounce their words, but I'm able to understand. Some of them at least. Viserion is definitely more chatty than Drogon.

DAENERYS: Because Viserion is a woman?

MISSANDEI: I wouldn't attribute it to only that.

DROGON and VISERION jump into the air.

MISSANDEI: What's happening?

DAENERYS: They're going hunting.

MISSANDEI: And they'll leave us alone here?

DAENERYS: It won't be long.

MISSANDEI: I've never been alone in the forest. Did you hear that?

MISSANDEI and DAENERYS stare into a commotion in the distance.

DAENERYS: It smells like the bodies of hundreds of unwashed men.

DRUMS beat.

MISSANDEI: Bandits?

DAENERYS: Two women would be playthings to a gang of bandits. Drogon! Viserion!

A few tense moments as the drumming grows louder. VISERION lands at a clearing.

DAENERYS: Let's go.

DAENERYS and MISSANDEI run to the clearing. MISSANDEI climbs atop, and DAENERYS is about to mount. DRUMS beat louder, and the first men with battle axes appear in the forest. DROGON then lands. He sneers at the men, and with a puff, fire engulfs the first men, then the dozens others, and then the entire forest is ablaze. DAENERYS mounts DROGON, and they take flight.

CUTTO: DROGON and VISERION landing in the EYRIE but on the other side of the mountains where defences are weak. A sentry of guards with spears pointed towards them.

DAENERYS: Is this how you greet your Queen, with spears pointed at her and her royal escort?

GUARDS remain silent.

DAENERYS: I could roast you to a crisp if I wanted to. Only one word.

LORD ROYCE and LADY WAYNWOOD hurriedly enter.

LORD ROYCE: Your grace. Such an unexpected visit. It's customary to send birds to announce a royal visit.

LADY WAYNWOOD smiles and bows, but it seems forced.

LADY WAYNWOOD: With proper notice we would have welcomed you with all due customs and pageantry, your grace. Where is the King?

DAENERYS: On royal business. It is only us, and speed was paramount. Dragons are faster than birds.

MISSANDEI: Where is Lord Arryn?

LORD ROYCE, eyes narrowing: Who are you?

MISSANDEI: Missandei of Naath, and her royal translator.

LORD ROYCE: Where is Naath?

MISSANDEI: In Essos.

LADY WAYNWOOD: In Essos indeed. They are certainly different, coming from Essos.

DAENERYS: Lord Arryn?

LORD ROYCE and LADY WAYNWOOD look at each other.

LORD ROYCE, hesistently: Robin is in his chambers, your grace.

DAENERYS: In his chambers? Robin must be sixteen by now. I've never met Robin but I remember what I was like at sixteen. Hormones waxing and waning like the moon. How long has he been in his chambers?

LORD ROYCE: Two days, your grace.

DAENERYS: He's in his room because he's releasing some of those hormones. I don't know what else would keep a sixteen year old boy confined to his room for two days.

LADY WAYNWOOD: Studying, Yes, of course your grace. He's studying. He musn't be disturbed.

DAENERYS: Studying?

LORD ROYCE: Lords must pass exams like everyone else.

LADY WAYNWOOD: We prize education at the Vale.

DAENERYS, in Valerian: Did you hear that Missandei? They prize education here.

MISSANDEI, inValerian: My queen, I sense something is awry.

DAENERYS, in Valerian: I feel it as well, but the cause eludes me.

MISSANDEI, in Valerian: There is much in what they omit.

LORD ROYCE, shocked and taking offence: Excuse me, Queen Daenerys. In my home we speak Westerosi.

LADY WAYNWOOD: What were you discussing that was so important to switch to, what language was that?

DAENERYS: Valerian, Lady Waywood. I am your queen.

LADY WAYNWOOD: But this is still my home.

Silence.

DAENERYS: Your home. We will speak Westerosi.

LADY WAYNWOOD: May I enquire what is the nature of this unexpected visit?

DAENERYS: I rule the Seven Kingdoms. It is my perogative to visit each of these even.

LADY WAYNWOOD: But there is protocol. Birds, emissaries, the drafting of an agenda for a royal visit, meal planning, etc. The last royal visit took six months to plan.

LORD ROYCE: And what of the battle of Winterfell?

MISSANDEI, in Valerian: I don't think they want us her.

LORD ROYCE: Westerosi.

DAENERYS: What have you heard of the battle at Winterfell?

LORD ROYCE: Only from your last bird, sent two months ago. Her royal army was marching north to face an enemy from the north. What has happened?

LADY WAYNWOOD: Has there been a setback?

DAENERYS: I convene a meeting with all of the Vale's lords and ladies tomorrow, but not in the Eyrie. Outdoors. Do you have an amphitheatre?

LORD ROYCE: We have.

DAENERYS: All the lords and ladies of the Vale, be there at noon. Are these my chambers?

LORD ROYCE: Yes, your grace.

LADY WAYNWOOD: We travel as long as convenient, I suppose.

DAENERYS: Please bring food for me, and at dusk tonight, I need two butchered animals to be fed to my dragons. Understood?

LORD ROYCE: Of course, my queen.

Doors close.

LADY WAYNWOOD, whispering: Did they suspect anything?

LORD ROYCE: Of course not. They're women.

CUTTO: JON SNOW, GREYWORM, and UNSULLIED marching through field.

GREYWORM: We march.

JON: We march.

GREYWORM: How many days of marching?

JON: Thirty four, if we make good time.

GREYWORM: But you're on a horse.

JON: Because I know how to ride horses. If we were on horseback, we'd make the Vale in a week.

GREYWORM: Do we visit towns along the way?

JON: We do. We need supplies.

GREYWORM: Are there women along the way?

JON: Women, aye, and some exceptional women in their way.

GREYWORM: We have exceptional women in the Vale.

JON: We do. I'm in love with mine.

GREYWORM: I love Missandei. I would do anything for her. I would sacrifice my life to protect her.

GREYWORM, pausing.

JON: Yeah, totally for me too.

CUTTO: BEDROOM at the EYRIE.

MISSANDEI, in Valerian: We are not safe, my queen.

DAENERYS: You haven't seen his army. The Night King's army. But you haven't seen his army. How could you know what it's like? Naarth is by the ocean. Have there ever been waves so large you feared succumbing to the abyss?

MISSANDEI: At night, sometimes.

DAENERYS: His army is an inevitable are not safe here, but we are safer here than anywhere else in Westeros. If you had been in Winterfell, I don't know what would have happened to you.

DAENERYS cries.

MISSANDEI: My queen.

DAENERYS: I have known you since Astapor. We are family. I would do everything to protect my family.

MISSANDEI: You are my sister. I was always background to your glory, but that never bothered me.

DAENERYS: You once counselled me in Mereen. You said I could see options that not everyone can see. If you were me, what options would you see?

MISSANDEI: Charm your way into court. Charm but assert your dominance. Don't ask me how, but you would need to assert dominance. I've seen it in Astapor, in Runkai, in Mereen. You asserted dominance over these territories, and through dominance, you were worshipped. The masses worship you because you have power, real power.

DAENERYS: With my dragons, I always knew I posessed power. My power took time to mature, but I knew I weilded might within Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal. With dragons, I knew my reign over Westeros would be inevitable. And now, I'm not so sure. The Night King is more powerful. I'm scared Missandei. If I fight against the Night King again, I may lose.

MISSANDEI: The Night King is a powerful enemy.

UNKNOWN VOICE: It's Dusk, my queen. The animals have been butchered. We also have dinner with a bottle of wine..

DAENERYS opens the door and SERVANTS wheel a trolley of food with a bottle of red wine opened.

DAENERYS: You may be excused. Thank you.

SERVANTS leave.

DAENERYS: We may not wholeheartedly be welcomed, but we have room service. What do we have?

MISSANDEI: Bread, pickles, and a roasted chicken. The chicken looks so succulent.

DAENERYS: Enjoy it. I'll be back after feeding Drogon and Viserion.

MISSANDEI: Wait.

DAENERYS: What is it?

MISSANDEI: Nevermind. You have bigger problems.

DAENERYS: Are you sure?

MISSANDEI: I'm sure. My queen, drakaris.

DAENERYS: Drakaris.

CUTTO: DAENERYS in a field. SERVANTS push a cart with two butchered lambs.

DAENERYS: Lambs are small. Next time, I need to be more specific.

DAENERYS approaches DROGON and VISERION.

DROGON, in draconic: Our mother does not speak to us.

VISERION: Our mother treats us like children.

DROGON: We are not children. We are dragons fully fledged.

VISERION: Do you cast magic?

DROGON: No.

VISERION: I do.

VISERION opens his mouth to breath fire, but instead, butterflies.

DROGON: Butterflies are weak compared to fire.

DAENERYS: Children, mother's here.

DROGON: She will not understand.

VISERION: Tyrion began to understand. Daenerys will.

DAENERYS: I heard my name.

VISERION: Daenerys.

VISERION then points to herself: Viserion. She points to DROGON.

DROGON: Drogon.

VISERION: Ack vo DRO.

VISERION flaps her wings and points to herself.

DAENERYS: Dragon?

VISERION nods.

DROGON breathes fire and points to his breath: Ack VO.

DAENERYS: Dragon fire.

DROGON shakes his head.

DAENERYS: Fire.

DROGON nods.

VISERION then points to DAENERYS: Pssssss.

DAENERYS: Compared to 'ack VO', 'psssss' sounds rather dainty.

VISERION: Because you humans are dainty to us.

DAENERYS: I can't understand. Tyrion will be here soon. He can speak to you, right?

VISERION nods.

DAENERYS: With Tyrion, we'll figure out a Plan B, OK?

VISERION nods.

DAENERYS: I would do everything to protect you.

DROGON: I would do everything to protect you.

VISERION: As do I, mother.

DAENERYS walks to EYRIE when she notices a bat.

DAENERYS is puzzled.

DAENERYS: What kind of flying creature is that?

DAENERYS follows the BAT through CUTSCENES until BAT enters a cave in the mountains.

DAENERYS: Something's pungent in here.

UNKNOWN VOICE, echoing: My queen. I serve you, my queen. I've been waiting for you.

DAENERYS: Who are you? Why can I only hear you? Why don't you appear in front as flesh and blood?

UNKNOWN VOICE: My sister visited you in Mereen.

DAENERYS: You serve the Lord of Light.

UNKNOWN VOICE: Once, my queen. The Lord of Light and I departed on different paths.

DAENERYS: I've never met you, but if you're anything like your sister, something about you isn't quite right. You're confident bordering on egotistical, but I'm not sure whether to distrust you because you're a lying bitch, or fuck you because redheads are hot.

UNKNOWN VOICE: I did not anticipate that for an answer.

DAENERYS: I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. I may have lost a battle, but I have not lost the war.

MELISSANDRE's voice: My queen, you haven't. You will ultimately prevail, and my magic is at hand to aid you, should you chose.

DAENERYS: I have my own magic. What magic do you possess that I do not?

MELISSANDRE: Blood magic. I bestowed invulnerability to your king when he needed protection at her most graceful. I bear his child.

DAENERYS: Why do I only hear your voice, yet you haven't appeared?

MELISSANDRE: Gestation of a child is laborious, gestation of a dragon and wolf within my womb has consumed my entire being. My being is in this cave but in the shadows. Shadows are better than my real form.

DAENERYS: That bat...

MELISSANDRE: He has been sustaining me through the years. My queen, I am here to serve. I have not been forthcoming in the past, but from this day forth, I renounce the Lord of Light and give birth to my new allegiance. Blood magic is not the magic of the Lord of Light. Blood magic is the magic of life itself.

DAENERYS hears a heartbeat. It throbs, as if afraid.

MELISSANDRE: This is your heartbeat, my queen.

DAENERYS: I sound frightened.

MELISSANDRE: You fear your enemy. Your enemy is unknown, and the unknown is what kills us.

DAENERYS: My enemy is the Night King. What do you know about him?

MELISSANDRE: I know he plans to enchant the longest winter the world will ever know. His magic is powerful, but like winter, his cold reign will end with blood.

DAENERYS: Blood? How does blood end winter?

MELISSANDRE: Blood is the essence of life, and life is the essence of spring. The Night King will perish with the birth of spring.

Suddenly, DAENERYS hears another throbbing heartbeat. Faster.

MELISSANDRE: This is your friend's heartbeat. She's frightened.

DAENERYS: Missandei's scared?

MELISSANDRE: Find her, my queen. Missandei is in grave peril.

DAENERYS runs out of the cave.

CUTTO: Bedroom door.

UNKNOWN VOICE: Missandei, the queen needs you.

MISSANDEI: What? Why?

UNKNOWN VOICE: Drogon was unsatisfied with today's meal. He grew angry, and, and, he grew angry at the queen.

MISSANDEI: No. My queen.

MISSANDEI opens door to see SERVANT crouched and in robes.

SERVANT: Royal translator, please follow me to our queen.

MISSANDEI: Yes. Our queen.

SERVANT leads MISSANDEI through hallways upon hallways.

SERVANT: She's there, down this hall. She pleaded for you there.

MISSANDEI walks down a dark hallway when she sudden falls and screams.

MISSANDEI: My anke, it's broken.

SERVANT, taking off his robes to reveal it's ROBIN ARRYN.

ROBIN: It's time to have fun.

CUTTO: DAENERYS, rushing to the bedroom.

DAENERYS: Missandei, Missandei...

DAENERYS unlocks the door with tremulous hands, and when she finally unlocks to push the wooden portal open – she sees nothing. Nothing is amiss in the bedroom.

DAENERYS: Where are you?

BAT flutters past.

DAENERYS follows and CUTSCENES until we reach the ERYE CHAMBER with moon door. A body lays mutilated in the centre. DAENERYS rushes to the body. With trembling hands, she reaches towards the body – feminine, dark skinned, hair curly like water bubbling through a rocky stream, and it's her – MISSANDEI, murdered and mutilated.

DAENERYS cries as camera pans out from the darkness of the moon door to daylight at the roman AMPITHEATRE. A mound covered in white cloth lays in the centre. LORDS and LADIES of the VALE assemble among the rows. In the distance, DROGON and VISERION fly. When all are assembled, DROGON and VISERION land.

DAENERYS: Ladies and Lords of the Vale, I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. I am your queen, and I have been guest to your home for only a night, yet I have already experienced the full graciousness of your hospitality. I had originally called this meeting to update you on the affairs at Winterfell, but something else has come to my attention. But firstly, the children?

Three hands rise. One girl is six, the other eleven, and one fifteen. All are female, from a girl to a young woman.

DAENERYS: Your queen wants to meet you.

The three children walk down the stairs of the AMPITHEATRE to DAENERYS.

DAENERYS: My sweet innocent children. Your queen loves you. I thought there would be more children at the Vale.

SIX YEAR OLD: We used to be more.

FIFTEEN YEAR OLD: Shhhh.

ELEVEN YEAR OLD: We used to be happy here.

DAENERYS hugs the ELEVEN YEAR OLD.

DAENERYS: What's your name?

ERICA: Erica, your grace.

DAENERYS, whispering: You used to be happy? You can tell me the truth.

FIFTEEN YEAR OLD: Shhhh.

ERICA: We used to be happy. There used to be more of us.

SIX YEAR OLD nods.

LORD ROYCE: What the point of this meeting? You said it would be an update, not a children's play.

DAENERYS: Viserion will take you on a trip.

FIFTEEN YEAR OLD: No, I choose to stay here.

DAENERYS walks to the centre mound. She scans the crowd, looking at each Lord and Lady directly in the eye.

DAENERYS unveils the white cloth. MISSANDEI's mutilated body glistens in the daytime sun. Yet no one is shocked.

DAENERYS: You are not shocked. This has happened before. Murder at the Eyrie has happened before.

DAENERYS: Lord Royce, what say you?

LORD ROYCE: I have nothing to say to a foreign woman.

DAENERYS: Lady Waynwood?

LADY WAYNWOOD: Foreign bitch. I detest you.

DAENERYS: Lord Robin Arryn, you're here and not studying. What say –

ROBIN begins to cackle.

ROBIN: So fun! It's more fun than the moon door!

ROBIN smiles like an idiot then claps like he's witnessing a show. ROBIN laughs more.

DAENERYS: How many has he murdered?

SILENCE.

DAENERYS: How many?!

LORD ROYCE: Thirteen.

DAENERYS: You let your imbecile lord murder with impunity and my Missandei was victim thirteen. Your silence has been complacent in her death, and I sentence you to the Queen's justice.

DROGON flaps his wings.

DAENEYRS: Drakaris!

DROGON breathes fire in the AMPITHEATRE and the dozens lords and ladies of the VALE burn into charred bodies.

DAENERYS lays beside MISSANDEI and shields her body from the flames.

DAENERYS: The world shall know my vegeance.