The three of them walked together through the dim corridor toward the banquet hall, the torches on the stone walls casting their wavering shadows.
The banquet hall doors stood open, warm light and the aroma of food drifting out along with the faint murmur of conversation.
Daenerys was already inside, as expected. She sat beside the head of the long table, her long silver hair loose and shimmering in the candlelight, covering her entire back.
She was engrossed in the meal before her, her slender, pale fingers holding silver cutlery, seemingly oblivious to the movement at the door.
She had not waited for Viserys and the others today, but had started eating on her own, her movements elegant yet endearingly carefree.
Viserys took the seat at the head of the table, while Rhaenys and Roslin sat on Daenerys's other side. A deep red cloth covered the long table, and the light from the silver candelabras illuminated each of their faces.
Before long, the Stark sisters, Sansa and Arya, arrived together, their footsteps light. Sansa even held up her skirts gracefully, while Arya was rather more casual. As they entered, their curious gazes swept over everyone in the hall.
The maids swiftly brought out the dishes prepared for them: roast leg of lamb, crisp on the outside and tender within, coated with herb sauce and giving off an enticing aroma, along with honey bread, honey-glazed roast chicken, vegetable soup, pies, and fresh fruit. Their goblets had already been filled with deep red wine.
Only then did Daenerys notice their arrival. She looked up at Viserys, a hint of mischief in her violet eyes.
Her voice was bright and playful as she said, "Brother, I saw something amusing today."
"What was it?" Viserys asked, cutting off a piece of lamb and putting