Daenerys looked to Jorah, uneasy. Why would she want to break bread with him when he had just spent this whole introduction insulting her and declaring himself the better ruler? She didn't know how to proceed. She was so used to just pushing her opponents beneath the weight of her dragons.

Had she met her match?

"How am I to trust that you aren't trying to poison me?" She asked.

When he took Margaery's arm, Daenerys noticed something beneath the other woman's clothes. It was subtle, but any woman who had been pregnant would have been able to spot it, the slightest swell of her belly beneath the billowing fabric. She said nothing, and directed her gaze to Hannibal, not letting on that she'd noticed Margaery's pregnancy.