He shook his head and looked forward. The dark-blue dragon was devouring the corpse of Aegon's drake hungrily while the armour-clad Northerner, his kinslaying brother, and a lady dressed in her maiden-day suit, were waiting for him amidst a field of ash and smoke. The man had his helmet strapped to the belt, and his black armour was covered with dark dried-up bloodstains. The woman was standing behind Stark, on his left, like a servant and had a ripe and sensual body comparable to his sister from a few years ago, but with hair and eyes crimson red instead of gold and green. And his brother, his pitiful, traitorous brother, was defiantly looking at him while also trying to look as inconspicuous as possible at the same time. They would have made for a comical sight if not for the ash-covered field of death around them.