Daenerys left the tent and walked around aimlessly, followed faithfully by Dogkiller and Red Flea. Why did the Lannisters have to resist so stubbornly?! This was the first time the dragons had proven to be truly vulnerable on the battlefield, and the thought made a cold chill crawl through her spine. When Drogon was younger, he had gotten wounded by arrows and spears, but even then, they had barely pierced his scales. Would her eldest child manage to survive if hit by a scorpion bolt? Daenerys shuddered at the notion and vowed to herself that she would not put that to the test if she could help it. To her displeasure, that probably meant that that arrogant bastard in Winterfell would continue sitting haughtily in his frozen keep.