[ You know my name. So news of her has crossed the Narrow Sea. But what tales do they tell of her, she wonders? ]

You did not give offense.

[ And though she is weary, though she is wary (too much time spent among slavers and a suspicious court), she manages a smile for Alayne. She wears a uniform of her own, but her features are unmistakable: hair like spun silver, eyes like amethysts. No man can contest her blood. ]

Westerosi ships have no cause to drop anchor in Slaver's Bay, but I have learned that much. [ The smile fades. This girl is guarded, and frightened, perhaps. Or she is wise. ] Has the Eyrie joined its swords to a claimant?

[ The war of traitors and usurpers, laying waste to her country. The earth may be well-soaked with blood when she makes landfall. ]