“Skip it,” Dany repeated.
Jorah Mormont, disgraced knight and reluctant tech-support for Exiled Royals, Inc., stared at the screen. The progress bar hadn’t moved in three hours. The file name glared at him like a curse: .
Jorah clicked Extract . A dialog box appeared: “Unexpected end of archive. CRC failed. Do you want to skip this file?”
“ERROR: Character_Arc.exe has stopped working. Sansa.dll not found. Replaced with ‘Suffering_Prop_v2.3.’ Continue?”
Tyrion finished his wine. “And that,” he said, “is why we read the books.”
Then:
“No,” Dany whispered, horrified. “What kind of story is this?”
“It’s the Dothraki Sea bandwidth,” Daenerys said, sweeping into the tent. She was wearing her usual “I birthed dragons” expression. “It’s terrible this time of year.”
Jorah slammed the laptop shut. “I’m going back to the fighting pits. At least the violence there makes sense.”
“The file is not corrupted. It is exactly as intended. You must watch every frame, even the ones that hurt. Especially the ones that hurt. That is the point.”