The khal's mouth twisted in a frown beneath the droop of his long mustachio. Maester Luwin nodded gravely. He can sell you to the Lannisters, throw you in a dungeon, or slit your throat, as he likes. Bronn danced farther to his left.
He wanted nothing so much as to go back the way he had come, to find his brothers. MARTINsepta had only told her it was not her place to question her lord father's decisions. Know me now, do you? There's a bright boy. As you say, Khaleesi.
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