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"
No
one
commands
the
dragon
,
"
Viserys
snarled
.
"
I
am
your
king
!
I
should
have
sent
you
back
her
head
!
"
The
Lysene
girl
quailed
,
but
Dany
calmed
her
with
a
touch
.
"
Do
n't
be
afraid
,
he
wo
n't
hurt
you
.
Sweet
brother
,
please
,
forgive
her
,
the
girl
misspoke
herself
,
I
told
her
to
ask
you
to
sup
with
me
,
if
it
pleases
Your
Grace
.
"
She
took
him
by
the
hand
and
drew
him
across
the
room
.
"
Look
.
These
are
for
you
.
"
Viserys
frowned
suspiciously
.
"
What
is
all
this
?
"
"
New
raiment
.
I
had
it
made
for
you
.
"
Dany
smiled
shyly
.
He
looked
at
her
and
sneered
.
"
Dothraki
rags
.
Do
you
presume
to
dress
me
now
?
"
"
Please
...
you
'll
be
cooler
and
more
comfortable
,
and
I
thought
...
maybe
if
you
dressed
like
them
,
the
Dothraki
...
"
Dany
did
not
know
how
to
say
it
without
waking
his
dragon
.
"
Next
you
'll
want
to
braid
my
hair
.
"
"
I
'd
never
...
"
Why
was
he
always
so
cruel
?
She
had
only
wanted
to
help
.
"
You
have
no
right
to
a
braid
,
you
have
won
no
victories
yet
.
"
It
was
the
wrong
thing
to
say
.
Fury
shone
from
his
lilac
eyes
,
yet
he
dared
not
strike
her
,
not
with
her
handmaids
watching
and
the
warriors
of
her
khas
outside
.
Viserys
picked
up
the
cloak
and
sniffed
at
it
.
"
This
stinks
of
manure
.
Perhaps
I
shall
use
it
as
a
horse
blanket
.
"
