In the city of Meereen, Daenerys received word: Nocthoris was approaching. Her people warned her of his ruthlessness. Tyrion advised caution. Grey Worm readied the Unsullied.
But when Andrew landed Vharaxes on the great pyramid, there was no battle. Just a meeting.
Two dragonlords. Two storms made flesh. Their dragons circled each other in the skies, growling but not striking. Below, their riders stared into one another's eyes.
"You are the Ash King," Daenerys said.
"And you are the Storm Queen," Andrew replied.
Fire recognized fire.