Arya Stark dropped soundlessly into the room. Her arms and legs ached from the three story climb, but the whore's rich perfume had guided her as surely as a map.
Even now, she could see the exotic woman tangled in the sheets with a giant of a woman.
Slowly, silently she pulled Needle from its place on her hip and advanced.
With a roar, a great winged lizard swooped into the room and sent a ball of fire at Arya Stark. Only her water-dancing allowed her to escape.
The dragon didn't make it out of the room, however, as Brienne of Tarth brought her great sword down on its neck and severed its head.
Viserion is dead. He was Viserion, House Targaryen Aligned Dragon.
"Now," Brienne grunted as she turned back to Shae, "Where were we?"