Daenerys dropped back when Hannibal whistled. She gave her own whistle to her dragons when his moved. The trio swooped down, but the noise made them cry out in pain. Drogon, in his stubbornness, tried to get closer, but ultimately had to relent and flew farther away with his brothers. Daenerys glared and stood taller.

"I knew it. I knew you had some manner of treachery planned!" Daenerys snapped.

For all her defiance, what could she do? She was weaponless and without her dragons she could do nothing. "You have some nerve. So what do you plan to do? Kill me? Claim the throne for yourself and extinguish any true Targaryen claim?"