Daenerys looked to Jorah, mortified that someone else had found a way to hatch dragons. For all the trouble she'd had with hers, hatching and training them, even her control of Drogon was debatable. She looked to Varys with anger in those violet eyes.

"His bride. Margaery Tyrell, is it?" she hissed. "...how did she get a dragon?"

"The Tyrells have an immense sum of money at their disposal. Enough to rival even the Lannisters," Tyrion admitted sheepishly. "She likely bought it."

It was not unheard of. Daenerys' dragons had been purchased, after all. Daenerys was upset, but she kept her face calm, and only fell silent. She had such trouble with her dragons, and Hannibal Bolton had controlled his with ease...what was wrong with her?