The TARDIS shook violently. Inside, the Professor was at the console, flicking switches like mad. He was trying to find an old family friend and his mentor, Rumplestiltskin. He had recently gone missing after he sacrificed himself to stop his evil father, Peter Pan, from destroying the town of Storybrooke. But something was odd about it. He didn't exactly know what, but the Professor knew something was strange.

In an attempt to stabilise the TARDIS, he pressed the blue stabilisers. But when he did, a loud, shrieking noise came across the speakers in the room. Two more shrieks followed suit. Like some kind of message. Or worse: A warning.

Going over to the monitor, he flicked a couple of switches, hoping the TARDIS could translate it for him – which it barely did. But it did manage to find three similar words. Winter is Coming.

The TARDIS came to a large thud, and everything went black.

Meanwhile, in a far-off land, in a city called Pentos, a young, platinum-blonde woman stood on a balcony facing the sea. She was nervous, and looking out towards the sea had always calmed her. But not today. For today she was to meet her future husband.

She was focusing on the horizon – wishing to be someone else – when a man called out to her. "Daenerys!"

She turned around slowly, not wanting to see her brother – for he was the one who was marrying her off to some horse lord she never wanted to marry.

"Daenerys," her brother said again, walking into the large, stone room. In his arms, he had a piece of soft, white fabric. He saw her on the balcony and started to go over to her. "There's our bride-to-be." Daenerys turned and strolled around the hot tub to meet him halfway. "Look. A gift from Illyrio." He held it out to her, "Touch it. Go on, feel the fabric." Daenerys gingerly felt the fabric. "Mmmm … Isn't he a gracious host?"

"We've been his guests for over a year, and he's never asked us for anything," Daenerys said.

"Illyrio's no fool. He knows I won't forget my friends when I come into my throne," Viserys said, putting the fabric aside. He frowned as he focused on Daenerys. "You still slouch." He leaned closer to her sister and put his hands on her dress. "Let them see," he said, unfastening her dress and pushing it down her body, revealing her naked body. "You have a woman's body now." He ran his right hand down her body, caressing her left nipple and breast.

"I need you to be perfect today," Viserys continued. "Can you do that for me?" Daenerys stared up at her, not sure of what to say. Viserys, however, didn't like her silence. He thought it was rude of her. He leaned closer to her. "You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?"

Daenerys softly shook her head. "No," she said quietly.

Content with her answer, Viserys smiled and turned away before walking out of the room. "When they write the history of my reign, sweet sister, they will say it began today."

Daenerys turned to the hot tub slowly till she faced it. Standing at the base, she stared out the balcony. She continued to stare out at it when a brown blur flew past. Daenerys was confused. She had never seen anything like it before. As she continued to think of what it could be, she slowly descended into the hot water of the tub.

After her refreshing bath, Daenerys met her brother and host at the front door. The three were waiting for the Horse Lord to show. "Where is he?" Viserys asked the brown, bushy-bearded man known as Illyrio.

"The Dothraki are not known for their punctuality," Illyrio said.

Hearing faint galloping, the three descended the path.

"Athchomar chomakaan, Khal vezhven," Illyrio said in Dothraki. "May I present my honoured guests? Viserys of House Targaryen, the third of his name, the rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, and his sister, Daenerys of House Targaryen."

Viserys leaned into his sister, while Illyrio continued speaking in Dothraki. "Do you see how long his hair is?" he asked of the leader. "When Dothraki are defeated in combat, they cut off their braid so the whole world can see their shame. Khal Drogo has never been defeated. He's a savage, of course, but he's one of the finest killers alive. And you will be his Queen."

Illyrio turned around. "Come forward, my dear."

Daenerys began to walk up to the Dothraki leader, the silk dress she was wearing waving in the slight breeze and exposing her womanly features. Stopping near enough at Khal Drogo's horse, Daenerys' gaze never left his as she tried to calm her nerves. After a few minutes of continuous looking, Khal Drogo and his bloodriders rode off again.

Viserys ran up to them. "Where's he going?"

"The ceremony is over," Illyrio said.

"But he … But he didn't say anything. Did he like her?"

"Trust me, your Grace, if he didn't like her, we'd know."

After his crash landing, the Professor woke up groggily. Getting up slowly, he exited his ship and into the city that awaited him. Looking around at the terracotta rooves and brick buildings, he thought he was in Ancient Greece. Or Ancient Rome.

He walked through the paved streets til he heard a rumbling noise like thunder. He turned around and saw a few savages on horseback. The raids begin... he thought.

Deciding to follow them, he hid behind a tree. Peeking out, he saw three people – two blondes and a brown-headed man – greet the savages. No … Not raids. An arranged marriage...

Watching the scene unfold, he hid behind the tree again once the savages took off again, and the blonde and brown-haired males went into the building again – leaving the blonde female just standing there. God, she's beautiful… Once he thought the coast was clear, he walked up to her. "Hello..." he began.

Daenerys stared at him. She wasn't used to having this much attention. In fact, she didn't want to have any attention at all. She hoped this was all a dream. She closed her eyes and counted to ten. Opening them, she found he was still there.

"Are you all right?" the Professor began, reaching his right hand to her left arm.

Daenerys backed away slightly, shaking her head slightly. "No ..." she said slightly. "My brother...If he finds out ..."

The Professor furrowed his brows. "Is your brother abusive?" he asked. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm known as the Professor. I'm here to help."

"Help?" she asked. "You don't even know what the problem is."

"So there is a problem?"

Daenerys was going to say something, but her brother called out. "Daenerys!"

"I have to go," Daenerys said, starting to turn.

"Wait..." the Professor began, walking up to her. He reached into his coat pocket, taking out a silver Yale key – one of the spare keys to his ship. He took Daenerys' hand and put the key in hers. "Have this. Hold the key near if you change your mind and want to talk to someone. I'll come to you."

Daenerys nodded slowly and turned around, heading back to the building of Illyrio. Yes, this was an unusual day indeed.