The war was going so insufferably slow that she could barely stand it anymore. The army had more than thirty thousand men and was slowly crawling less than a dozen miles per day on the muddy roads. She had been used to travelling for moons on horseback when she was with her first husband, but this time it felt tiring. The cold winds, rain, and now even snow made her remember her time in Essos fondly. Sleeping on a hard quilt in a hastily erected tent with the army every night had slowly soured her mood even further. Daenerys almost regretted not staying in Riverrun. But no, she would see the end of House Lannister with her own eyes, and had to ensure that her forces and interests were being represented.