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Daenerys

           KhalDrogowasaheadtallerthanthetallestmanintheroom,yetsomehowlightonhisfeet,asgracefulasthepantherinIllyrio’smenagerie. Hewasyoungerthanshe’dthought,nomorethanthirty. Hisskinwasthecolorofpolishedcopper,histhickmustachiosboundwithgoldandbronzerings. 

           "Imustgoandmakemysubmissions,"MagisterIllyriosaid. "Waithere.Ishallbringhimtoyou." 

           HerbrothertookherbythearmasIllyriowaddledovertothekhal,hisfingerssqueezingsohardthattheyhurt. "Doyouseehisbraid,sweetsister?" 

           Drogo’sbraidwasblackasmidnightandheavywithscentedoil,hungwithtinybellsthatrangsoftlyashemoved. Itswungwellpasthisbelt,belowevenhisbuttocks,theendofitbrushingagainstthebackofhisthighs. 

           "Youseehowlongitis? "Viseryssaid. "WhenDothrakiaredefeatedincombat,theycutofftheirbraidsindisgrace,sotheworldwillknowtheirshame. KhalDrogohasneverlostafight. HeisAegontheDragonlordcomeagain,andyouwillbehisqueen." 

           DanylookedatKhalDrogo. Hisfacewashardandcruel,hiseyesascoldanddarkasonyx. Herbrotherhurthersometimes,whenshewokethedragon,buthedidnotfrightenherthewaythismanfrightenedher. "Idon’twanttobehisqueen,"sheheardherselfsayinasmall,thinvoice. "Please,please,Viserys,Idon’twantto,Iwanttogohome." 

           "Home? "Hekepthisvoicelow,butshecouldhearthefuryinhistone. 

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