MARTINKhal Drogo, above the seething sea of Dothraki. I dared not bring my bride home to Casterly Rock, so I set her up in a cottage of her own, and for a fortnight we played at being man and wife. The Usurper wanted his head, Illyrio told them. His last match of the day was against the younger Royce.
Prince Joffrey's mount was a blood bay courser, swift as the wind, and he rode it with reckless abandon, so fast that Sansa was hard-pressed to keep up on her mare. queen, Ser Jorah said, going to one knee. The knight came at once. Its voice was deep and sonorous, and the long slow clanging filled Sansa with a sense of dread.
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