Her sister broke the embrace. My mother died giving me birth, and my father and my brother Rhaegar even before that. The queen had done it; she was the one to hate, her and Arya. Likely as not, they were only smallfolk from Mole's Town, farmers on their way to their fields, although what they were doing out in the middle of the night .
The slaves erected Khal Drogo's tent beneath a jagged outcrop of black rock whose shadow gave some relief from the heat of the afternoon sun. Tyrion, my sweet brother, he said darkly, there are times when you give me cause to wonder whose side you are on. That run had been truly stupid, an invitation to a broken neck. He lifted his hand, the gesture pained and feeble.
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