Daenerys begins questioning you

Daenerys snapped her fingers.

"Bring him here," she commanded.

The two serving girls pinning you stood and dragged you, struggling, to lie at Daenerys' feet.

The Queen looked down at you, a slight smirk on her face.

"I have been told of a threat to me, and you fit the description," she said, her voice cold. "I need to ask you some questions. I hope you can answer me." She reached down and stroked your cheek. "I'd hate to kill someone so handsome."

You tried to break free, but the girls holding you had an iron grip. You refused to answer.

The Queen seemed unfazed.

"First question," she said. "Who are you, really? What is your real name?"