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When
the
sun
of
her
life
reached
her
,
Dany
slid
an
arm
around
his
waist
.
The
khal
said
a
word
,
and
his
bloodriders
leapt
forward
.
Qotho
seized
the
man
who
had
been
her
brother
by
the
arms
.
Haggo
shattered
his
wrist
with
a
single
,
sharp
twist
of
his
huge
hands
.
Cohollo
pulled
the
sword
from
his
limp
fingers
.
Even
now
Viserys
did
not
understand
.
"
No
,
"
he
shouted
,
"
you
can
not
touch
me
,
I
am
the
dragon
,
the
dragon
,
and
I
will
be
crowned
!
"
Khal
Drogo
unfastened
his
belt
.
The
medallions
were
pure
gold
,
massive
and
ornate
,
each
one
as
large
as
a
man
's
hand
.
He
shouted
a
command
.
Cook
slaves
pulled
a
heavy
iron
stew
pot
from
the
firepit
,
dumped
the
stew
onto
the
ground
,
and
returned
the
pot
to
the
flames
.
Drogo
tossed
in
the
belt
and
watched
without
expression
as
the
medallions
turned
red
and
began
to
lose
their
shape
.
She
could
see
fires
dancing
in
the
onyx
of
his
eyes
.
A
slave
handed
him
a
pair
of
thick
horsehair
mittens
,
and
he
pulled
them
on
,
never
so
much
as
looking
at
the
man
.
Viserys
began
to
scream
the
high
,
wordless
scream
of
the
coward
facing
death
.
He
kicked
and
twisted
,
whimpered
like
a
dog
and
wept
like
a
child
,
but
the
Dothraki
held
him
tight
between
them
.
Ser
Jorah
had
made
his
way
to
Dany
's
side
.
He
put
a
hand
on
her
shoulder
.
"
Turn
away
,
my
princess
,
I
beg
you
.
"
"
No
.
"
She
folded
her
arms
across
the
swell
of
her
belly
,
protectively
.
At
the
last
,
Viserys
looked
at
her
.
"
Sister
,
please
...
Dany
,
tell
them
...
make
them
...
sweet
sister
...
"
When
the
gold
was
half-melted
and
starting
to
run
,
Drogo
reached
into
the
flames
,
snatched
out
the
pot
.
"
Crown
!
"
he
roared
.
"
Here
.
A
crown
for
Cart
King
!
"
And
upended
the
pot
over
the
head
of
the
man
who
had
been
her
brother
.
The
sound
Viserys
Targaryen
made
when
that
hideous
iron
helmet
covered
his
face
was
like
nothing
human
.
His
feet
hammered
a
frantic
beat
against
the
dirt
floor
,
slowed
,
stopped
.
Thick
globs
of
molten
gold
dripped
down
onto
his
chest
,
setting
the
scarlet
silk
to
smoldering
...
yet
no
drop
of
blood
was
spilled
He
was
no
dragon
,
Dany
thought
,
curiously
calm
.
Fire
can
not
kill
a
dragon
.
He
was
walking
through
the
crypts
beneath
Winterfell
,
as
he
he
had
walked
a
thousand
times
before
.
The
Kings
of
Winter
watched
him
pass
with
eyes
of
ice
,
and
the
direwolves
at
their
feet
turned
their
great
stone
heads
and
snarled
.
Last
of
all
,
he
came
to
the
tomb
where
his
father
slept
,
with
Brandon
and
Lyanna
beside
him
.
"
Promise
me
,
Ned
,
"
Lyanna
's
statue
whispered
.
She
wore
a
garland
of
pale
blue
roses
,
and
her
eyes
wept
blood
.
