I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, and the Breaker of Chains.

[It has been some time since Daenerys has had to introduce herself to someone. Back then, she was little more than Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, wide-eyed and frightened of most things even if she knew better than to allow it to show. But she speaks her titles now with a firmness and confidence that had never been there in those days. Daenerys knows who she is without question and she knows she cannot allow her claims to ever be called into question.]

And you are?

[While she still suspects that he is also of noble birth, it is a bit curious that he makes mention of serving another. His manner of dress does not speak to knighthood, but perhaps his servitude is similar to that of the small council, and rather than being a man of battle, he is one of wit and schemes. And yet, there is still a conflict in the way he speaks so disparagingly of the one he serves. Daenerys can only reconcile it with the speculation that his king or queen has offered his services to another and he is displeased with the assignment.]