[ WP ] Fast foreword a couple hundred years past the events of Game of Thrones to a time where Westeros and Essos are at the same technological level as modern day civilization . What would today 's news bulletins look like ?

She blinked. The words on the page in front of her seemed to swim in and out of focus. It felt like she had been reading for *hours*. How was she supposed to write a paper on the War of the Five Kings if she could n't even keep them all straight? And who even *cared*? They had all died like five hundred years ago or whatever. 
 
 `` Dany, dinner!'' 
 
 She lept from her chair, grateful for the distraction. Downstairs, her mother was setting the table. Her father was already seated, his tablet in his hand. 
 
 `` Listen to this, honey,'' he was saying to her mother, `` it says here the Meereen peace talks are on hold. Again. Now, who could have predicted that!'' 
 
 Her mother sighed without looking up from her task. `` I ca n't say that I'm surprised. That place has been a sinkhole for half a millennium, now. Those poor people.'' 
 
 `` Do n't see why they would even stay there, given half a chance,'' her father grunted. 
 
 `` Well they probably do n't have much of a choice, hon. Now put that away, I do n't want you reading all through dinner.'' 
 
 *Meereen*. Was n't there a Daenerys in Meereen once? Dany frowned, trying to remember. History was *not* her best subject. That's right - Daenerys Targaryen, the Dragon Queen. Was she the one with the visions, too? Dany had been named for her - or them. Everyone had, it seemed, but she did n't really mind. She liked the name anyway. She was n't a Targaryen though, that would have been pretty cool - she was a Payne. Daenerys Payne. Paynes were as common as dirt, dad said. Some lucky Payne lad in the old days had had half a hundred children or something. Mom always laughed when he said that. 
 
 `` Dany! I swear to the Seven, you're a thousand leagues away right now. Pass the pease to your father.'' 
 
 `` Sorry mom.'' 
 
 `` How's that paper coming?'' 
 
 `` It's ok.'' 
 
 Her mother did n't look convinced, but let the matter drop. `` I got this recipe from Jeyne,'' she said. `` You all remember Jeyne, from the Sept. Anyway she says that this is supposed to be healthier than the regular honeyed chicken. Something like half the fat. They're saying on the news now that one-third of the people in Westeros are obese now!'' 
 
 Her father gasped in mock outrage. `` Are you calling me fat?'' 
 
 Her mother rolled her eyes. `` Of course not, love. You're a regular Sam the Slayer.'' Her father grimaced at that. `` Anyway, it ca n't hurt to eat a little healthier. I hear the Queen herself is going to make an announcement on the whole situation soon.'' 
 
 Her father snorted. `` What'whole situation'? Obesity? What, is she going to stand in front of the Red Keep and say,'' here he placed his hand over his heart in a dramatic gesture, ``'I, Sansa of House Baelish, Eighth of My Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, do say unto you, my loyal subjects: you're all a bunch of fatties and I'm sick of looking at you!''' 
 
 Dany giggled. Her father winked at her while her mother looked like she was trying to fight a smile. 
 
 `` Nothing like that, dear. I think she's got some healthy eating and exercise program to talk about, is all. Now, words are wind. Finish the chicken. I've made some low-sugar lemon cakes for afters.'' 
 
 Dany and her father groaned. 
 
 
 
 Edit: commas, my eternal foes.
