Daenerys Targaryen

Snow was falling as the march goes on. Daenerys was tired from the long trip from King's Landing after that somewhat successful meeting with Cersei Lannister. With the cold coming in it was taking longer than expected to reach the North, a few weeks at best. Daenerys couldn't believe she was really doing this. She knows The North doesn't like her, no matter what Jon Snow says. She shouldn't even be here especially after her son Viserion was killed and is now a pawn for the Night King. Her heart aches, the dragons are her children, the only children she'll ever have, and she already lost one because of The North and Jon. Why should she risk her remaining sons?

She knows why, Tyrion. Her Hand has always been loyal to a point for her yet when they arrived in Westeros that's when she saw change in him. He would always advert the attention away from his family and focus their attention somewhere else. She respects the man to a degree; he loves his family, and Daenerys can't help but feel sad for how this is playing out. Tyrion had told her why he even came to her services, and she was saddening with the outcome. Tyrion is a smart man that does really hope for the best in her wishes and dreams. But right now, she could care less, she should have listened to Lady Olenna. She's a dragon that should take what she wants with Fire and Blood.

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As the wind picked up and the snow fell, Daenerys and her army of Dothraki and The Unsullied arrived at Winterfell. The steady march she has heard the entire trip of the Unsullied made an impact on the people of Winterfell.

"I tried to warn you, Northerners don't like outsiders"

Daenerys ignored the words of Jon Snow. Outsider, that's all she was to these people that she respected. She had heard of what they had to endure and she respected that. But enough about that. She does not trust Jon Snow any longer after Viserion died. She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the roar of Drogon and the happy little chirps/roars of Rhaegal. She smiled proudly and held her head up high as the people looked on in fright and awe of her children. She's the Mother of Dragons, she will bring The North to her cause.

She was led to a clearing in the middle of Winterfell. As she dismounted off her horse, Jon Snow left her side. She held back a scoff. he was showing his true side right there. She brushed the snow from her fur coat and took and look at who the people Jon Snow went too. His family most likely. As her gaze went over Sansa, the woman she would assume was Jon's sister, her gaze landed on you.*