[The shot opens on the interior of a black castle, where it is raining heavily outside. There is thunder and lightning, illuminating Viserys who sits at a raised seat looking over a painted table. Illyrio comes to his side.]

ILLYRIO: Your Grace.

[Viserys smiles genuinely, then his features become manic and gleeful.]

VISERYS: There is still all of the Seven Kingdoms to conquer, as my ancestor Aegon did.

[There is a roar from outside, and the shadow of flapping wings. The shot cuts to Balerion, circling Dragonstone, then cuts back to Viserys and Illyrio.]

ILLYRIO: It is almost impossible to think, Your Grace.

[Viserys stares gleefully up at Illyrio]

VISERYS: Even the red god is on my side. And she will be rewarded. Whatever her heart desires!

ILLYRIO: I'm not sure she has a heart, Your Grace.

[Viserys makes a dismissive gesture, then glances up at a noise. Daenerys enters, wearing a gold and white gown. Viserys frowns.]

VISERYS: Who gave you that?

[Daenerys looks down at the gown, then glances up]

DAENERYS: She did.

[Viserys settles into a studied melancholy. He jabs at the painted table.]

VISERYS: I will look like a fool if I arrive without an army.

ILLYRIO: But Your Grace, Balerion alone…

[Viserys snaps at Illyrio]

VISERYS: I want an army! A king has an army!

[Illyrio nods, and Viserys subsides]

VISERYS: I do not trust the garrison.

ILLYRIO: They are all afraid of her.

[Viserys glares]

VISERYS: They should be afraid of me!

ILLYRIO: They are, Your Grace. They threw down their weapons and surrendered the castle to you.

[Viserys nods contemplatively. Daenerys shares a glance with Illyrio.]

ILLYRIO: Princess, you must rest. We fly on the morrow.

DAENERYS: I cannot sleep.

[Illyrio nods]

ILLYRIO: Ah, I forget. This was where you were born, Princess.

[Daenerys and Illyrio glance around. Viserys, moodily, glances up]

VISERYS: And killed our mother.

[Daenerys drops her eyes and fidgets. Illyrio rests his eyes on Viserys. Viserys jolts at a noise, and the door at the other end opens by itself.]

VISERYS: My lady!

[Jean walks across the room. She is expressionless and turns to Daenerys.]

JEAN: You too, want something?

[Daenerys gulps and nods, standing strong.]

DAENERYS: I am home, but - you see, this is where I was born. My brother says - I killed my mother coming out of her.

[Daenerys glances to Viserys, then quails. His glance is severe.]

VISERYS: She did. And we had to sell our mother's crown.

[Jean pauses. She lifts her hand to Daenerys' cheek, then raises it to her forehead and draws a thin line. Gold curls out of Daenerys' hair, hardens and takes shape.]

VISERYS: Mother's crown!

[Daenerys takes it off and holds it with shaking hands.]

DAENERYS: Thank you.

[Viserys gets up with a cry, jabbing his finger at Daenerys]

VISERYS: Her crown is not enough! You killed her, Dany!

[Viserys strides over and slaps Daenerys. The crown falls out of her hands, and Daenerys clutches her cheek, quivering. Illyrio glances at Jean who extends her palm.]

[The air parts and a woman with silver-gold hair materialises, shrieking and catching herself, glancing around, and catching sight of Viserys and Daenerys. Her relief is palpable, Viserys clutches his chest and cries, Daenerys runs into her arms.]

VISERYS: Mother!

[The three embrace profoundly. At length, the woman glances to Illyrio, then to Jean, and stares]

RHAELLA: A red priest?

[Viserys shakes his head and beams, wiping his tears. His voice is croaky.]

VISERYS: No, Mother. She is a goddess.

[The roar of Balerion makes Rhaella clutch herself. She turns with wide eyes to Viserys, as a shadow of flapping wings extinguishes the candles]