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Daenerys

           Themedallionswerepuregold,massiveandornate,eachoneaslargeasaman’shand.Heshoutedacommand.Cookslavespulledaheavyironstewpotfromthefirepit,dumpedthestewontotheground,andreturnedthepottotheflames.Drogotossedinthebeltandwatchedwithoutexpressionasthemedallionsturnedredandbegantolosetheirshape.Shecouldseefiresdancingintheonyxofhiseyes.Aslavehandedhimapairofthickhorsehairmittens,andhepulledthemon,neversomuchaslookingattheman.

           Viserysbegantoscreamthehigh,wordlessscreamofthecowardfacingdeath.Hekickedandtwisted,whimperedlikeadogandweptlikeachild,buttheDothrakiheldhimtightbetweenthem.SerJorahhadmadehiswaytoDany’sside.Heputahandonhershoulder."Turnaway,myprincess,Ibegyou."

           "No."Shefoldedherarmsacrosstheswellofherbelly,protectively.

           Atthelast,Viseryslookedather."Sister,please...Dany,tellthem...makethem...sweetsister..."

           Whenthegoldwashalf-meltedandstartingtorun,Drogoreachedintotheflames,snatchedoutthepot."Crown!"heroared."Here.AcrownforCartKing!"Andupendedthepotovertheheadofthemanwhohadbeenherbrother.

           ThesoundViserysTargaryenmadewhenthathideousironhelmetcoveredhisfacewaslikenothinghuman.Hisfeethammeredafranticbeatagainstthedirtfloor,slowed,stopped.Thickglobsofmoltengolddrippeddownontohischest,settingthescarletsilktosmoldering...yetnodropofbloodwasspilled

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