Daenerys had been saddened and enraged when the messenger came back beheaded. This would not go unheeded. She would have her vengeance for the man.

As Jorah flew on Viserion's back up into the sky with her, Daenerys flew higher on Drogon. Viserys sat upon his dragon, much smaller than her two, clad in red armor with his eyes narrowed as he looked to his sister.

"You dare send a messenger to threaten me? You dare stand against me?" Viserys roared. "I AM KING!"

"Our father was king. You bullied him from the throne and drove our people into bondage," Daenerys snapped. "I will not stand by any longer and watch you do this!"

"There will be no mercy," Viserys glared at Jorah now. "You will all burn."