Viserys tugged Dany along the dark road. The eleven year old girl stumbled alongside her teenage brother, both matted and dirty. She was scarfing down a chunk of stale bread Viserys had given her, despite the rumbling of his own belly.

They had been staying with a minor war general who promised to get them home. But the man had grown bored of caring for two children within a month. And so, they were homeless again.

Dany had big fat tears in her eyes as she ate the bread. "I'm tired, brother."

Viserys sighed, tugging her closer. His voice was gentle, albeit frustrated, "I know, Dany. But we have to keep walking."

Just then, a light spilled out over the cobblestone. Someone had opened their door after spotting them on the road.