A lordling, Pyp observed to Jon. They swept over holdfasts and cities and kingdoms, felled heroes and armies by the score, riding their pale dead horses and leading hosts of the slain. The boy is utterly without discipline. I am the blood of the dragon, she told herself as she took the stallion's heart in both hands, lifted it to her mouth, and plunged her teeth into the tough, stringy flesh.
His men pushed open the great oaken doors, twenty feet tall and banded with bronze. Go to her, Ned urged. You look weary. Dany touched it.
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