Dany listened to Ghost tell of his family’s destruction. Rage burned in her heart: these goddamn Lannisters had ruined everything. Not just for her, but for Ghost too. “My family is in shreds. How did you know of these houses? Who are you?”
Dany threw her wings wide; her eyes sparked with anger. “Contrary to what most believe, House Targaryen was not wiped out. I am Daenerys Targaryen. I am the Dragon Queen. And, I hope Cersei Lannister rots in hell,” she spat. “I was plunged here immaturely, as I wish to avenge my father, my brothers. You are of House Stark, then?” She could scarcely believe it; what had the world come to? The Lannisters were the scourge of earth. She had lived to destroy them, and now, here was a man of House Stark.
She studied him. Ghost was a striking man. His eyes were a nice contrast to her red and black. He looked like a normal wolf, but she was sure he hid some other supreme ability.

“Fire cannot kill a dragon.”