The fat boy was dutiful and easily frightened, but he loved Jon like a brother. His skin cold and clammy, shivering in the darkness of his cell. It will only crack and bum, and it's so beautiful, Ser Jorah will call me a fool if I ruin it, and yet, and yet . The boy? What of him? She ducked her head as they passed under a low overhang of rock, and around a sharp turn.
The sounds of drums and horns swirled up into the night. At least Rhaegar Targaryen is still dead. He had chosen a hard life . Only shadows, Ser Jorah husked, but Dany could hear the doubt in his voice.
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