Maelora dreams of a battlefield where snow falls like ash and dragons are crucified. She sees a sword plunged into a heart of fire—and hears her own voice crying out in betrayal.
Daenerys wakes her, shaken. "Tell me," she demands.
Maelora whispers: "He burns too bright. And bright things… must die."
Daenerys looks to the east, where Andrew sleeps alone in the ruins.
And wonders if she must choose between love—and saving the world.