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"
I
had
Doreah
sew
it
specially
for
you
,
"
she
told
him
,
wounded
.
"
These
are
garments
fit
for
a
khal
.
"
"
I
am
the
Lord
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
,
not
some
grass-stained
savage
with
bells
in
his
hair
,
"
Viserys
spat
back
at
her
.
He
grabbed
her
arm
.
"
You
forget
yourself
,
slut
.
Do
you
think
that
big
belly
will
protect
you
if
you
wake
the
dragon
?
"
His
fingers
dug
into
her
arm
painfully
and
for
an
instant
Dany
felt
like
a
child
again
,
quailing
in
the
face
of
his
rage
.
She
reached
out
with
her
other
hand
and
grabbed
the
first
thing
she
touched
,
the
belt
she
'd
hoped
to
give
him
,
a
heavy
chain
of
ornate
bronze
medallions
.
She
swung
it
with
all
her
strength
.
It
caught
him
full
in
the
face
.
Viserys
let
go
of
her
.
Blood
ran
down
his
cheek
where
the
edge
of
one
of
the
medallions
had
sliced
it
open
.
"
You
are
the
one
who
forgets
himself
,
"
Dany
said
to
him
.
"
Did
n't
you
learn
anything
that
day
in
the
grass
?
Leave
me
now
,
before
I
summon
my
khas
to
drag
you
out
.
And
pray
that
Khal
Drogo
does
not
hear
of
this
,
or
he
will
cut
open
your
belly
and
feed
you
your
own
entrails
.
"
Viserys
scrambled
back
to
his
feet
.
"
When
I
come
into
my
kingdom
,
you
will
rue
this
day
,
slut
.
"
He
walked
off
,
holding
his
torn
face
,
leaving
her
gifts
behind
him
.
Drops
of
his
blood
had
spattered
the
beautiful
sandsilk
cloak
Dany
clutched
the
soft
cloth
to
her
cheek
and
sat
cross-legged
on
her
sleeping
mats
.
"
Your
supper
is
ready
,
Khaleesi
,
"
Jhiqui
announced
.
"
I
'm
not
hungry
,
"
Dany
said
sadly
.
She
was
suddenly
very
tired
.
"
Share
the
food
among
yourselves
,
and
send
some
to
Ser
Jorah
,
if
you
would
.
"
After
a
moment
she
added
,
"
Please
,
bring
me
one
of
the
dragon
's
eggs
.
"
Irri
fetched
the
egg
with
the
deep
green
shell
,
bronze
flecks
shining
amid
its
scales
as
she
turned
it
in
her
small
hands
.
Dany
curled
up
on
her
side
,
pulling
the
sandsilk
cloak
across
her
and
cradling
the
egg
in
the
hollow
between
her
swollen
belly
and
small
,
tender
breasts
.
She
liked
to
hold
them
.
They
were
so
beautiful
,
and
sometimes
just
being
close
to
them
made
her
feel
stronger
,
braver
,
as
if
somehow
she
were
drawing
strength
from
the
stone
dragons
locked
inside
.
