She wanted to tell herself that those were simply dreams, but Shireen knew that they were not a product of her imagination, especially since Ghost could sense whatever that monstrosity was too. She had no idea how the direwolf had entered her room as both the door and the shutter were closed but was very thankful for his presence. According to the maesters, direwolves were simple beasts, with nothing special other than their size. But Shireen knew it to be false. She silently bowed to Ghost. Shireen really wanted to pet him, and maybe play with him, but still felt hesitant because it was the King's direwolf. It was only proper to ask for permission first. Banishing the scary thoughts, she called a servant to draw her a bath.