He wet a cloth in the stream to clean the cut. The water was scalding hot, but Daenerys did not flinch or cry out. His Grace is most wroth with you. When the echo of his words had died away, the Knight of Flowers seemed perplexed.
Sam blinked at the sudden glare and looked around apprehensively. A cask, a cup, a swallow? One taste, and you will name your child after me. Her voice cut through the afternoon quiet of the tower room. Dany found herself moving faster than she had intended, yet somehow it was exciting rather than terrifying.
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