"I still don't see why I can't go with you," Meg said to Dany that night. They were sitting in Dany's room. "I'm supposed to be the commander of your Queensguard, right? Shouldn't I be going wherever you go?"

Dany took Meg's hand. "Meg…" she said. "Brian and I have no idea what we're heading into. We might not come back alive."

"All the more reason why I should come along to protect you!" Meg insisted.

"I need you to stay behind in King's Landing."

"But why?" Meg wanted to know.

Dany looked Meg right in the eyes. "Because if I die on this quest, someone must take up the rule of Westeros in my place."

"Oh." Meg fell silent, remembering what she had learned at the end of last year. She had spent all her life thinking her parents were Lord Peter Griffin and Lady Lois Griffin. But finally, Lois had revealed the truth. In actuality, Meg's mother had been Peter's sister, Lyanna Griffin, and her father had been Dany's older brother, Rhaegar Targaryen. This meant that Dany was actually Meg's aunt. Peter and Lois had pretended Meg was their daughter for years, because there were people who would have wanted to kill Meg if they knew of her true parentage.

"You know I can't have children, Meg," Dany said. "Miri Maz Duur said so. You're the only heir I've got."

"I can't be a queen, Dany!" Meg protested. Although Daenerys didn't like other people calling her "Dany," she was okay with Meg saying it for some reason. "I don't have what it takes."

Dany gave Meg's hand an extra squeeze. "Sure you do, Meg. I know you. You're smart. You're brave. You've got a fighting spirit, and you've got the Targaryen blood. I couldn't possibly ask for a better successor."

"Well… okay… if you say so." Meg still sounded doubtful.

"Besides, somebody's got to keep an eye on Rhaegal and Viserion. You and Stewie are the only ones here who can control them, besides me."

Meg raised her eyebrows. "Wait, you're leaving them behind too? I thought you'd wanna take all three of your dragons."

Dany said, "No, it will be just me, Brian, and Drogon on the journey. That way, if we meet with tragedy, there will still be two dragons left in Westeros."

"All right," said Meg. "I hope you know what you're doing."

I hope so too, Dany thought.

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Stewie rolled through his bedroom door in his wheelchair, a tray of food on his lap. The room was empty, except for one person sitting in an armchair in the corner. His half-brother, Bertram.

Bertram had assisted Bill Cipher in his takeover of Westeros, one of many people that Bill had won over with false promises. But at the last moment, Bertram had a change of heart, and he had teamed up with Stewie to take Bill down. Bertram had tricked Bill into going inside his brain, and Stewie had zapped Bertram with a memory-erasing gun, destroying Bill but wiping Bertram's memory in the process.

Now Bertram lived with Stewie in his quarters. Stewie took care of his brother as best he could, but ever since he'd been shot with the memory gun, Bertram hadn't uttered a single word.

"I brought you some dinner," Stewie said in his gentlest voice. Bertram didn't react. He just regarded Stewie with his customary blank stare.

Stewie wheeled himself over to where Bertram sat and began the process of feeding him, as Bertram couldn't eat on his own anymore. He scooped a spoonful of corn from the tray and lifted it up to Bertram's mouth. Bertram began to chew, but one or two kernels dribbled out of his mouth and fell to the floor.

Stewie regarded him sadly. He wondered if Bertram would ever regain his wits. Then again, did he really want him to, after everything Bertram had done?