As she was walking towards the command tent, she felt a wetness on top of her forehead. She raised her head only to see snow beginning to dance in the wind. Daenerys had been used to the warm weather in Essos. There hadn't been anything like snow there. She disliked the cold, and more importantly, she had come to despise snow. It reminded her of her visit to Winterfell, where she had to deal with the rude bastard. The northerner king would get his due soon. Daenerys pulled up her hood and continued onwards, followed by Red Flea and Dogkiller. Those were two of the most inconspicuous unsullied, and Grey Worm had insisted on accompanying her everywhere for her safety. Not that any harm would come to her while with the army. She was their queen, after all.