The ship lurched across plain waters as Dany stared out at her first glance at Westeros. It had been a long time since she had landed face first into the Dothraki campfire and survived unscathed, but she had finally arrived.

All in all, the journey had been a pleasant one. Jorah had agreed to come along with her as an escort as long as he could remain out of sight: apparently his face was well known in Westeros, meaning he could stay right where Dany could keep an eye on him. Viserys had packed a heavy supply of Dothraki hair dye, which actually looked better on her than her natural silver, and she'd convinced him into staying behind until she sent for him on condition that she kept away from any bonfires, which she agreed... for now. And she had three boyfriends, which Viserys wasn't going to know about.

Now her boyfriends were surrounding her as she stared out onto the lands of the north, where she would meet a friend of Jorah's who would buy Viserys's dragon eggs, hopefully at a high price.

"The Wall, is it?" she said dubiously, glancing at a map as Dorean pointed out the keep of the Night's Watch. "And what's this friend called?"

"Lord Commander Mormont of the Night's Watch," replied Irrin.

"Mormont? As in—"

"Jorah, yes," answered Jhiquan.

"Huh," she mused.

"It might be dangerous for you to go there, my lady," Irrin warned. "The Night's Watch, well, they're..."

"What?"

"They're made up of all the criminals and bastards of Westeros," Jhiquan explained. "They all take a vow to join the Night's Watch, cut themselves off from their families and never lay with a woman..."

"Oh."

"They might have trouble holding back."

"I can look after myself," she reassured them. "I have three egg-shaped rocks to throw at them if they try. Plus I can set the whole building on fire and survive."

"Do you want us to follow you nevertheless?" Dorean asked.

Dany thought about it. "I am very fond of you all, I confess. But I don't want you being tempted into joining the Watch if you do."

"Oh, no, no, no, no," they said emphatically, shaking their heads.

She smiled as the ship travelled through the Bay of Seals towards Eastwatch-by-the-Sea.

On the Wall, Jon Snow stood outside the entrance, squinting pensively into the afternoon mist. A woman was coming. This did not bode well.

How could it bode well? It was the Night's Watch, for trees' sake. A society built from the dangerous and destitute of Westeros, a society featuring thieves, murderers, rapists and bastards of the unpleasant persuasion as well as illegitimate. This daughter of Jorah Mormont would be leaving minus a virginity, if she was lucky.

An echo in the ice under his feet informed Jon of Sam's arrival as the eldest and widest of the Tarly children waddled towards him. "Any sign of her yet?"

"Nope," he replied tiredly. "No sign of Jorah Mormont, either."

"Oh, don't be like that," Sam said brightly. "It's a woman! We'll finally be able to look at a woman again! I wonder if they'll put her in the room next to mine. Because there's this hole in the wall in the corner where I can just about see—"

"Stop right there," Jon said painfully.

The wind whistled through Jon's ears as Sam said, "So what d'you reckon the Bear wants with those dragon eggs anyway? Wouldn't be very easy maintaining the Wall if you have a fire breathing dragon flying around the place."

"They won't be able to hatch them, they're fossilised," Jon informed him. "You read books, surely you know that?"

"Yes, but haven't you heard? They belonged to a Targaryen. They could have made them fertile to sell to the Lord Commander as a defense weapon."

"I don't think so, like you said, it would melt the Wall," Jon pointed out. "I think he just wants to sell them. Fossilised dragon eggs are worth a lot of money. You could buy a whole army with just one of them."

"I know, and there are three," Sam said excitedly. "I wonder if I could get the Lord Commander to lend me one. I could experiment with it to see if I can hatch it for real. I bet someone has written how to do it."

"If someone had written how to do it, don't you think there would be dragons around the place?" he asked testily.

"What if they had written how to do it, but were too scared to go ahead with the experiment?" Sam asked just as testily.

"And you're brave enough to do what they chickened out of, are you?"

His face fell. "No, I suppose not. But I could at least see—"

"Look sharp," Jon said suddenly, pointing ahead. "They've arrived."

Sure enough, a small party of people were approaching from the distance on horseback. Sam waddled away to alert the Commander as Jon stared out at their approaching visitors with unease. Despite his fears, he wondered idly what the woman looked like.

A couple of hours later, supper was being served in the great hall of the keep in honour of the Watch's new visitors: Jorah Mormont, his three squires, Dorean, Irrin and Jhiquan, and his bastard daughter, Dalie – ie, Dany. She sat on Jorah's right as he conversed with the Lord Commander and ate ravenously as the Watch roared around her.

"How many eggs have you brought me, then?" Lord Commander Mormont asked curiously, eyeing the bag set on the table in front of them.

"Three," Jorah replied. "Should be enough to get you more volunteers for your... problem."

"Aye, it will have to be what with the Baratheon boy slaughtering every suitable candidate in the Seven Kingdoms," he sighed, opening the bag. "They will be a perfect gift to the little king in exchange for some men. Provided they haven't been killed yet, that is." He peered into the bag and frowned. "Three, is it?" he asked dubiously. "I see your counting has improved along with your reading."

Dany eyed the eggs sulkily – her eggs, technically, even if it had been Viserys who had married in the end instead of her. "J—Father," she corrected, "I am tired from our journey. May I be excused for some rest?"

"Of course, daughter," Jorah said kindly.

"Allow one of my men to show you to your quarters," said the Lord Commander. "Snow! Show Dalie to her quarters. That's the room next to Tarly's."

"Yes!" hissed Sam, pulling his fist down in triumph.

A black haired youth rose from his seat to accompany Daenerys as she followed him to her new rooms. He was very sullen-looking, she noticed. Must be taking this celibacy notion badly, she mused.

He led her to a tower outside the keep and Dany feebly attempted conversation as the trudged upstairs.

"What's it like, being in the Night's Watch? Do you sleep in furs, or what?"

He said nothing.

Dany sighed. "You're not very talkative, are you?"

"I apologize, princess," he snapped. "I just don't feel like conversation these days what with having to parade a woman around the place when there's whitewalkers about."

Dany froze. "Princess?"

Jon turned to her irritably. "What?"

"Why did you just call me princess?"

He shrugged. "That's what you carry yourself like. A princess."

She still didn't relax as he opened the door to her room for her. She wasn't sure if he was simply mocking her or eluding to something.

"Make yourself comfortable," Jon said coldly. "Sam will be up to check you're comfortable, I expect." He left sullenly.

Dany watched him leave before examining her room carefully. It was cosy, with a soft bed in the middle and a lit fireplace to one side, giving off a warm glow. As she expected, she found a hole in the wall in one corner and quickly stuffed it with an old sock as a knock came to the door.

"Miss?" the voice of who was supposedly Sam asked timidly. "Just checking you're comfortable."

"I am, yes, thank you," she said brightly, scrambling out of the corner.

Sam looked uncertain as he glanced half-heartedly at the corner. "Well, just wanted to let you know that I'm right next door if you need anything, extra blankets, food—"

"Yes, you're very kind, thank you," she said warmly.

Sam nodded with a nervous smile and finally left. "If you need anything—"

"I won't!" she said cheerfully as she shut the door behind him and turned away with a grimace. Right next door, you say? I bet you are.

She brought her rucksack to her bed and opened it to reveal one of the dragon eggs – the black one. She glanced behind her for fear of Jorah catching her and, carefully, she set the egg into the fireplace.

Jorah was planning to have her killed. On this she was certain. Viserys had no idea about any of this – his worries about his own predicament were evidently more important than a threat to their lives. Dany had his plans worked out – he was trading the eggs to the Bear to barter passage to King's Landing and take her to this Varys. That was unfortunate... for Jorah.

Now he would have to pay.

She watched the egg cook patiently as dusk fell outside the window. Then she got impatient and started yelling at it.

"Hurry up and cook! I want my dragon now! I am of dragons' blood, I want my—"

"Daenerys?"

Dany bolted upright.

"What's going on?" Jorah asked from outside. "Who are you yelling at?"

"Nobody!" Dany snatched the egg from the fireplace and threw it under the bed hastily as Jorah entered, holding the bag with the remaining two eggs. "Everything alright?" she asked sweetly with a smile.

Jorah looked at her dubiously. "There's an egg missing," he commented casually, looking around. "Have you seen it anywhere?"

"No I haven't, why would I have, I have seen no eggs anywhere, go away and look for them!" she yelled suddenly.

"Yes, alright, no need to yell at me," Jorah said in an injured voice as Dany's boyfriends gathered inside the door to see what the commotion was about. "I just wondered if you'd seen... is that smoke?"

Dany turned around.

A flame curled around the bed covers and a cloud of smoke blew in Dany's face.

"Fire!" exclaimed the boyfriends.

Jon Snow rushed in with a bucket of water and tried to put it out, but the fire was billowing up the wall beside the bed. The boyfriends rushed to move Dany out of the way as the flames reached Dany's rucksack.

"Oh no, my wine!" she cried.

Meanwhile, Sam crouched in the corner of his room next door and peered into the hole, which was now emitting a steady stream of smoke. Talk about hot, there's literally smoke coming from her room! Sam thought excitedly before singeing his eyebrows with a shriek.

The rucksack exploded.

Dany and her boyfriends were thrown to the opposite wall, and Jon rushed over with the bucket of water. The three men writhed on the floor as Jorah dropped the bag of eggs to run to their aid, and the eggs rolled into the flames as Dany patted herself down hurriedly.

"You're not burning," Jon said in astonishment as she rose to her feet.

"They are!" she snapped. "Put them out!"

It was too late.

Jorah smothered the flames around the three with a blanket and stood back mournfully as Dany stood over their ruined corpses. "They're not breathing," she said quickly. "We need to get them out—"

Jon grabbed her and Jorah by one arm each and pulled them out of the room as the fire exploded again. Sam arrived to help and they were bemused to find him with his eyebrows on fire.

"How—?" Jon began to ask.

"Not now," Dany said suddenly, pointing in the door. "We have to save them."

"But princess," Jorah began.

She ran inside.

"Princess!" Jorah yelled, cowering away from the flames.

Watchmen began to fill the hall steadily as the fire raged in Dany's room. There was no sign of her. The watchmen held Jorah back until the fire subsided enough for them to peer inside.

Dany was standing in the middle of the room, wrapped in the remains of the sooty blanket. Her hair was ablaze, but intact. Two small creatures were sitting on her shoulders and another on top of her head.

Dany turned her gaze from face to face, her face impassive. "They're dead," she said simply. "Their demise is the biggest hurt I have ever felt." Just then she grinned from ear to ear. "On the other hand, I got dragons. So not too shabby, eh?"

Jon gazed at her in shock. "You hatched the dragon eggs," he said in horror. "They're worthless now!"

"Not so," Jorah said slowly. "They're the most valuable things in the world."

The three baby dragons, one black, one green and one cream, shrieked in unison, digging their claws into Dany's shoulders. She seemed not to notice.

"Can I have one?" Sam asked opportunistically.