Daenerys bristled, and tried not to let the fear show in her eyes. But in her mind she imagined what would happen if she crossed Hannibal. She imagined Daella, her beautiful daughter, trapped in the Red Keep and tormented until she drove herself mad. As mad as her grandfather before her. She saw Hannibal gutting Jorah, spilling his innards upon the ground and feeding it to his dragons. She imagined Drogon, Viserion and Rhagal turning against her, and tearing her limb from limb.

She did not want to see this come to fruition. Nor did she want to relinquish her rule of the Seven Kingdoms.

"...It was a threat. This isn't over," she snapped before turning, helping Jorah and moving away from them, heading towards their own chambers. Jorah needed to be held and healed.