He drew a plaintive chord from the woodharp. Beyond the horse gate, plundered gods and stolen heroes loomed to either side of them. Jon smiled. Jofftey made a scared whimpery sound as he looked up at her.
Khal Drogo sat with his legs crossed, looking at her, drinking in her body with his eyes. The innkeep's body turned slowly on its rope whenever the night wind gusted. He felt as if he'd been punched. I am only a knight, and I have nothing to offer you but exile, but I beg you, hear me.
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