Someone sneaks into Daenerys tent

Daenerys woke with a start. A weight, not her own, pressed into her bed. She was not alone.

Still half asleep she told herself it was nothing but a dream, an impossibility. A dozen of the world's most well-trained guards stood between her and anyone who would do her harm.

Then she felt it, fingers, warm and rough against her bare thigh, then the palm of a hand tracing up the back of her leg to the bottom of her behind. She moved to scream, to alert her guards, but her yell was drowned in the palm of a calloused hand pressed hard against her lips.