Watch the throne: the solidification of Queen D
In previous seasons, Daenerys alternated between being somewhat dull -- more of an idealistic political neophyte frustrated with bureaucracy who just happens to have dragons she may or may not be able to control -- and a badass, unburnable, white-haired dragon whisperer. But this season, she left no doubt where the balance tips, burning up all the Dothraki khals after shit-talking them, giving impassioned Braveheart speeches, riding her dragons wherever she damn well pleases, popping into problem situations just in time to solve them, and making friends with another lady badass who just happens to have a shit-ton of boats.
After all of the talk and speculation about when and if she'd finally cross the sea and take the throne, the boats are literally in the water, and she's rolling with a crew that'll eventually include the Tyrells, the Martells (er, Sand Snakes?), the Unsullied, the Dothraki, and the Greyjoy boat-builders who did a commendable job attaching dragons to the front of them. Now she just has to go and marry her nephew Jon or something and have tiny fireproof babies with dragon godparents.