Hould you like sāve your progress? YES CНECK OUT MЕМЕPIХCOМ MEMEPIXCOM GEORGE RR MARIIN She has had her blood She is old m khal Illyrio told him not for the fien her That silver-gold hair those purple e the blood of old Valyria no doubt no d highborn daughter of the old king sister cannot fail to entrance our Drogo When h hand Daenerys found herself trembline I suppose her brother said doubtiully have queer tastes Boys horses sheep Best not suggest this to Khal Drogo Anger flashed in her brother's lilac cyes me for a foola The magister bowed slightly I take y Kings lack the caution of common men My have given offense He turned away an hands for his becarers The streets of Pentos were pitch dark vi out in lllyrio's elaborately carved palanga vants went ahead to light their way carr lanterns with panes of pale blue glass w strong men hoisted the poles to their sboui warn and close inside behind the curtains smell the stench of Illyrio's pallid flesh throu perfumes Her brother sprawled out on his pill never noticed His mind was away across t We won't need his whole khalasar V fingers toyed with the hilt of his borrowed Dany knew he had never used a sword in a thousand that would be enough I could swe Kingdoms with ten thousand Dothraki se realm will rise for its rightful king Til Darry Greyjoy they have no more love r mt than 1 do The Dornishmen burn to aveng Viserys muttered as the palanquin lurched up towand the children And the smallfolk will be with us for their king He looked at Illyrio anzius SIN nowing what anyone row sea but she mis mistrusted everyıhng ing cagerly however he promised who had my brother Rhargar for what he did to my SE Magister llyrio said hile playing arund his t notice Nodding he off into the night and ttle of the Trident once al Drogo sat beside the walls overgrown with thal by the magisters of ree Cities wcte always is not that we fear these in with a smile The walls against a nillion miseyet why take desp os siu at the gate the curtains he house guards He had deyes of a Dothraki but the spiked beonze cap of over coldly Magister I- in the rough Dothraki pur aotoA ars aa u per's hand was clenched rowed sword He looked Felt Insolent cunuch Magister Illyrio's words were honey Many important men will he at the feast tonight Such men have enemies The khal must protect his guests yourself chicf among They are your people and they l them Your Grace No doube the Usurper would pay welf Magister llyrio said amiably In holdists don't they! for your head Oh yes Viscrys said darkly He has tried lyrio 1 promise you that His hired knives follow as everywhere realm men lift secret toasts to your healeh FF Bookmarkomg-humortumblrcom Meme

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