Do the dead frighten you? Ser Waymar Royce asked with just the hint of a smile. Mother, can I make him fly? I want to see him fly. I would sooner wed the Black Goat of Qohor. We got her little pet.
His standard-bearer rode to the edge of the moat to hail the men in the gatehouse. Dany glanced at her image in the silvered looking glass that Illyrio had so thoughtfully provided. When he had protested that the young prince and princess were no more than babes, his new-made king had replied, I see no babes. Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.
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