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She
was
still
looking
at
this
strange
man
from
the
homeland
she
had
never
known
when
Magister
Illyrio
placed
a
moist
hand
on
her
bare
shoulder
.
"
Over
there
,
sweet
princess
,
"
he
whispered
,
"
there
is
the
khal
himself
.
"
Dany
wanted
to
run
and
hide
,
but
her
brother
was
looking
at
her
,
and
if
she
displeased
him
she
knew
she
would
wake
the
dragon
.
Anxiously
,
she
turned
and
looked
at
the
man
Viserys
hoped
would
ask
to
wed
her
before
the
night
was
done
.
The
slave
girl
had
not
been
far
wrong
,
she
thought
.
Khal
Drogo
was
a
head
taller
than
the
tallest
man
in
the
room
,
yet
somehow
light
on
his
feet
,
as
graceful
as
the
panther
in
Illyrio
's
menagerie
.
He
was
younger
than
she
'd
thought
,
no
more
than
thirty
.
His
skin
was
the
color
of
polished
copper
,
his
thick
mustachios
bound
with
gold
and
bronze
rings
.
"
I
must
go
and
make
my
submissions
,
"
Magister
Illyrio
said
.
"
Wait
here
.
I
shall
bring
him
to
you
.
"
Her
brother
took
her
by
the
arm
as
Illyrio
waddled
over
to
the
khal
,
his
fingers
squeezing
so
hard
that
they
hurt
.
"
Do
you
see
his
braid
,
sweet
sister
?
"
Drogo
's
braid
was
black
as
midnight
and
heavy
with
scented
oil
,
hung
with
tiny
bells
that
rang
softly
as
he
moved
.
It
swung
well
past
his
belt
,
below
even
his
buttocks
,
the
end
of
it
brushing
against
the
back
of
his
thighs
.
"
You
see
how
long
it
is
?
"
Viserys
said
.
"
When
Dothraki
are
defeated
in
combat
,
they
cut
off
their
braids
in
disgrace
,
so
the
world
will
know
their
shame
.
Khal
Drogo
has
never
lost
a
fight
.
He
is
Aegon
the
Dragonlord
come
again
,
and
you
will
be
his
queen
.
"
Dany
looked
at
Khal
Drogo
.
His
face
was
hard
and
cruel
,
his
eyes
as
cold
and
dark
as
onyx
.
Her
brother
hurt
her
sometimes
,
when
she
woke
the
dragon
,
but
he
did
not
frighten
her
the
way
this
man
frightened
her
.
"
I
do
n't
want
to
be
his
queen
,
"
she
heard
herself
say
in
a
small
,
thin
voice
.
"
Please
,
please
,
Viserys
,
I
do
n't
want
to
,
I
want
to
go
home
.
"
"
Home
?
"
He
kept
his
voice
low
,
but
she
could
hear
the
fury
in
his
tone
.
