The woman heard the words of the man who had suddenly appeared. She turned to see him with a buck. A smile tugged at Dany’s mouth. “How kind of you. Yes, I am hungry; it’s considerate of you to even think about sharing.” She studied him. “Pleased to meet you.” Truth be told, the name-House Stark-tugged at her memory. She felt as if she had known it before, heard it; she racked her brain.
The ess of wings and darkness eyed Ghost. “The name sounds familiar, House Stark. Did you at all know of House Lannister or Targaryen?” she queried. “I must admit, my curiosity is awakened.” She was famished, but did not dip into the buck. Not just yet; she had some answers to pull. Daenerys knew of blood and death. She had fought herself. And yet she never had heard of a Ghost of House Stark. Dany felt her fire growing in her throat, for no reason at all. She tamped it back.

“Fire cannot kill a dragon.”