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Her
brother
smiled
.
"
Good
.
"
He
touched
her
hair
,
almost
with
affection
.
"
When
they
write
the
history
of
my
reign
,
sweet
sister
,
they
will
say
that
it
began
tonight
.
"
When
he
was
gone
,
Dany
went
to
her
window
and
looked
out
wistfully
on
the
waters
of
the
bay
.
The
square
brick
towers
of
Pentos
were
black
silhouettes
outlined
against
the
setting
sun
.
Dany
could
hear
the
singing
of
the
red
priests
as
they
lit
their
night
fires
and
the
shouts
of
ragged
children
playing
games
beyond
the
walls
of
the
estate
.
For
a
moment
she
wished
she
could
be
out
there
with
them
,
barefoot
and
breathless
and
dressed
in
tatters
,
with
no
past
and
no
future
and
no
feast
to
attend
at
Khal
Drogo
's
manse
.
Somewhere
beyond
the
sunset
,
across
the
narrow
sea
,
lay
a
land
of
green
hills
and
flowered
plains
and
great
rushing
rivers
,
where
towers
of
dark
stone
rose
amidst
magnificent
blue-grey
mountains
,
and
armored
knights
rode
to
battle
beneath
the
banners
of
their
lords
.
The
Dothraki
called
that
land
Rhaesh
Andahli
,
the
land
of
the
Andals
.
In
the
Free
Cities
,
they
talked
of
Westeros
and
the
SunsetKingdoms
.
Her
brother
had
a
simpler
name
.
"
Our
land
,
"
he
called
it
.
The
words
were
like
a
prayer
with
him
.
If
he
said
them
enough
,
the
gods
were
sure
to
hear
.
"
Ours
by
blood
right
,
taken
from
us
by
treachery
,
but
ours
still
,
ours
forever
.
You
do
not
steal
from
the
dragon
,
oh
,
no
.
The
dragon
remembers
.
"
And
perhaps
the
dragon
did
remember
,
but
Dany
could
not
.
She
had
never
seen
this
land
her
brother
said
was
theirs
,
this
realm
beyond
the
narrow
sea
.
These
places
he
talked
of
,
Casterly
Rock
and
the
Eyrie
,
Highgarden
and
the
Vale
of
Arryn
,
Dorne
and
the
Isle
of
Faces
,
they
were
just
words
to
her
.
Viserys
had
been
a
boy
of
eight
when
they
fled
King
's
Landing
to
escape
the
advancing
armies
of
the
Usurper
,
but
Daenerys
had
been
only
a
quickening
in
their
mother
's
womb
.
Yet
sometimes
Dany
would
picture
the
way
it
had
been
,
so
often
had
her
brother
told
her
the
stories
.
The
midnight
flight
to
Dragonstone
,
moonlight
shimmering
on
the
ship
's
black
sails
.
Her
brother
Rhaegar
battling
the
Usurper
in
the
bloody
waters
of
the
Trident
and
dying
for
the
woman
he
loved
.
The
sack
of
King
's
Landing
by
the
ones
Viserys
called
the
Usurper
's
dogs
,
the
lords
Lannister
and
Stark
.
Princess
Elia
of
Dorne
pleading
for
mercy
as
Rhaegar
's
heir
was
ripped
from
her
breast
and
murdered
before
her
eyes
.
The
polished
skulls
of
the
last
dragons
staring
down
sightlessly
from
the
walls
of
the
throne
room
while
the
Kingslayer
opened
Father
's
throat
with
a
golden
sword
.
She
had
been
born
on
Dragonstone
nine
moons
after
their
flight
,
while
a
raging
summer
storm
threatened
to
rip
the
island
fastness
apart
.
They
said
that
storm
was
terrible
.
The
Targaryen
fleet
was
smashed
while
it
lay
at
anchor
,
and
huge
stone
blocks
were
ripped
from
the
parapets
and
sent
hurtling
into
the
wild
waters
of
the
narrow
sea
.
Her
mother
had
died
birthing
her
,
and
for
that
her
brother
Viserys
had
never
forgiven
her
.
She
did
not
remember
Dragonstone
either
.
They
had
run
again
,
just
before
the
Usurper
's
brother
set
sail
with
his
new-built
fleet
.
By
then
only
Dragonstone
itself
,
the
ancient
seat
of
their
House
,
had
remained
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
that
had
once
been
theirs
.
It
would
not
remain
for
long
.
The
garrison
had
been
prepared
to
sell
them
to
the
Usurper
,
but
one
night
Ser
Willem
Darry
and
four
loyal
men
had
broken
into
the
nursery
and
stolen
them
both
,
along
with
her
wet
nurse
,
and
set
sail
under
cover
of
darkness
for
the
safety
of
the
Braavosian
coast
.
She
remembered
Ser
Willem
dimly
,
a
great
grey
bear
of
a
man
,
half-blind
,
roaring
and
bellowing
orders
from
his
sickbed
.
The
servants
had
lived
in
terror
of
him
,
but
he
had
always
been
kind
to
Dany
.
He
called
her
"
Little
Princess
"
and
sometimes
"
My
Lady
,
"
and
his
hands
were
soft
as
old
leather
.
He
never
left
his
bed
,
though
,
and
the
smell
of
sickness
clung
to
him
day
and
night
,
a
hot
,
moist
,
sickly
sweet
odor
.
That
was
when
they
lived
in
Braavos
,
in
the
big
house
with
the
red
door
.
Dany
had
her
own
room
there
,
with
a
lemon
tree
outside
her
window
.
After
Ser
Willem
had
died
,
the
servants
had
stolen
what
little
money
they
had
left
,
and
soon
after
they
had
been
put
out
of
the
big
house
.
Dany
had
cried
when
the
red
door
closed
behind
them
forever
.
