The realisation that she was high above the ground, riding a dragon finally set in. Shireen was equally excited and terrified, as the cold wind blew in her face. Thankfully, the dragon beneath her was radiating warmth. The scales underneath her felt slippery and she clung with all her strength to the neck with both her arms and legs. She twisted her head to look behind her, where Winterfell's walls were quickly getting smaller in the distance. Soon they were flying above a wide expanse of forest that could only be the wolfswood and Shireen panicked.