Khal Drogo, she forced herself to say, watching their faces with dread. This is war, this is what it looks like, this is the price of the Iron Throne. Here was her son on his stallion, glancing back at her one last time and lifting his sword in salute. The plaza was beginning to empty.
A saddle of my own design, you may be interested to know. Horselord, Ser Jorah Mormont called. That will be all, Thorne told them. His face was troubled.
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