Daenerys had settled into their tent when they arrived in Qarth. One of the merchants of the city had offered to let her stay in his home, but she wasn't certain if he could be trusted. She was still juggling his offer when Jorah arrived with sweet wine. She smiled and turned to him when he entered.

When he gave her news of the Usurper Baratheon, Daenerys' violet eyes went wide and she looked up to him. "By a boar? Gods..." she brought a hand to her mouth and shook her head. "Well...serves him right, I only wish that I could have brought him down myself." But he was right. Perhaps her enemies would kill each other long before she returned to Westeros.

"Then the people will have need of a monarch to look to," Daenerys surmised.