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"
...
do
n't
want
to
wake
the
dragon
,
do
you
?
"
Viserys
stood
before
her
,
screaming
.
"
The
dragon
does
not
beg
,
slut
.
You
do
not
command
the
dragon
.
I
am
the
dragon
,
and
I
will
be
crowned
.
"
The
molten
gold
trickled
down
his
face
like
wax
,
burning
deep
channels
in
his
flesh
.
"
I
am
the
dragon
and
I
will
be
crowned
!
"
he
shrieked
,
and
his
fingers
snapped
like
snakes
,
biting
at
her
nipples
,
pinching
,
twisting
,
even
as
his
eyes
burst
and
ran
like
jelly
down
seared
and
blackened
cheeks
.
"
...
do
n't
want
to
wake
the
dragon
...
"
The
red
door
was
so
far
ahead
of
her
,
and
she
could
feel
the
icy
breath
behind
,
sweeping
up
on
her
.
If
it
caught
her
she
would
die
a
death
that
was
more
than
death
,
howling
forever
alone
in
the
darkness
.
She
began
to
run
.
"
...
do
n't
want
to
wake
the
dragon
...
"
She
could
feel
the
heat
inside
her
,
a
terrible
burning
in
her
womb
.
Her
son
was
tall
and
proud
,
with
Drogo
's
copper
skin
and
her
own
silver-gold
hair
,
violet
eyes
shaped
like
almonds
.
And
he
smiled
for
her
and
began
to
lift
his
hand
toward
hers
,
but
when
he
opened
his
mouth
the
fire
poured
out
.
She
saw
his
heart
burning
through
his
chest
,
and
in
an
instant
he
was
gone
,
consumed
like
a
moth
by
a
candle
,
turned
to
ash
.
She
wept
for
her
child
,
the
promise
of
a
sweet
mouth
on
her
breast
,
but
her
tears
turned
to
steam
as
they
touched
her
skin
.
"
...
want
to
wake
the
dragon
...
"
Ghosts
lined
the
hallway
,
dressed
in
the
faded
raiment
of
kings
.
In
their
hands
were
swords
of
pale
fire
.
They
had
hair
of
silver
and
hair
of
gold
and
hair
of
platinum
white
,
and
their
eyes
were
opal
and
amethyst
,
tourmaline
and
jade
.
"
Faster
,
"
they
cried
,
"
faster
,
faster
.
"
She
raced
,
her
feet
melting
the
stone
wherever
they
touched
.
"
Faster
!
"
the
ghosts
cried
as
one
,
and
she
screamed
and
threw
herself
forward
.
A
great
knife
of
pain
ripped
down
her
back
,
and
she
felt
her
skin
tear
open
and
smelled
the
stench
of
burning
blood
and
saw
the
shadow
of
wings
.
And
Daenerys
Targaryen
flew
.
