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The air had changed. It wasn't just the cold, though the frost bit deeper along the Wall and crept further south than any living man could remember. It was the silence after the screams. The previous season had ended with beheadings, betrayals, and the desperate flight of a broken queen. But in the darkness, seeds were stirring. The dead had won a battle, but the living were about to remember who they were. Part I: The Resurrection of Memory Across the Narrow Sea, Daenerys Targaryen stood amidst the charred ruins of Daznak’s Pit, a ring of Dothraki horsemen tightening around her. Her dragon, Drogon, had fled, wounded and terrified. She was alone. For the first time in years, the Breaker of Chains was a slave. The Dothraki took her to Vaes Dothrak, the city of the crones, where the widows of fallen Khals moldered in a dusty temple. But Daenerys was no widow. She was a dragon.

In the Temple of the Dosh Khaleen, surrounded by the mightiest Khals of every tribe, she overturned the braziers. Fire erupted. The Khals screamed, their painted vests catching flame like dry parchment. Daenerys walked through the inferno, naked and unburnt, her silver hair untouched. When the doors opened, the Dothraki fell to their knees. A hundred thousand screamers had found their new queen. "All riders must join the khalasar or die," she declared. She now commanded the largest horde the world had ever seen. Juego de Tronos - Temporada 6

He gave his black cloak back to the Watch. "My watch has ended," he said. His watch had ended in death. Now, he was free. The air had changed