His confusion and anger as to who this woman was, and how she knew of his house. “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, I was plunged here immaturely, as I wish to avenge my father, my brothers. You are of House Stark, then?” His icy eyes widened at her words, the dark woman with wings opened wide. Her eyes began studying him. It all made sense, that's how it all clicked. She was the last of her bloodline, a Targaryen.
He tried to compose himself, his fur still bristled as he was angered at the mention of the Lannisters. "Jaime Lannister, the one who killed your father, I've had his scent since I arrived here." He spoke, his eyes drifted to the carcass between them. "The others . . . I heard Joffrey call for an audience, he's taking up a throne at another pack. Cersei's boy." He muttered. "If you're as angered as I am by this, perhaps we can do something about it. But we'll need to find soldiers."
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"my watch has ended."
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