Scene changes to the Winterfell crypt, at Lyanna’s tomb. [Robert places a feather in the hand of her statue.]
ROBERT: Did you have to bury her in a place like this? She should be on a hill somewhere with the sun and the clouds above her.
NED: She was my sister. This is where she belongs.
ROBERT: She belonged with me.
[He touches Lyanna’s face.]
ROBERT: In my dreams, I kill him every night.
NED: It’s done, Your Grace. The Targaryens are gone.
ROBERT: Not all of them.
[Scene shifts to Daenerys on a balcony in Pentos, across the Narrow Sea.]
VISERYS: Daenerys! There’s our bride to be! Look – a gift from Illyrio. Touch it. Come on. Feel the fabric. Mmmm. Isn’t he a gracious host?
DAENERYS: We’ve been his guests for over a year and he’s never asked us for anything.
VISERYS: Illyrio is no fool. He knows I won’t forget my friends when I come into my throne. You still slouch. Let me see. (He pulls off her gown.) You have a woman’s body now. (She endures it as he strokes her breast.) I need you to be perfect today. Can you do that for me? You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?
DAENERYS: No.
[VISERYS nods and starts to leave the chamber. He turns.]
VISERYS: When they write the history of my reign, sweet sister, they will say it began today.
[Daenerys turns and steps into a steaming hot bath with a despairing look on her face.]
MAID: It’s too hot, my lady.
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