The world looked strange upside down. The king guffawed. Yes, you, no one's going to hurt you. The nine-towered manse of Khal Drogo sat beside the waters of the bay, its high brick walls overgrown with pale ivy.
Lord Hoster smiled. Some of her lord father's decisions could do with a bit of questioning. Ser Addam hesitated. He adjusted the drape of his long sable cloak.
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