? he began, his throat clenched. Why should we flee? I am khaleesi. He would hold the fly inside his huge fist long enough to hear its frantic buzzing. Sit beside me.
As his horse fell, snorting blood and biting with his last red breath, the Mountain rose untouched, laying about him with his two-handed greatsword. I wonder if he'll care. Your mind is as deft as your blade, it would seem. She raced, her feet melting the stone wherever they touched.
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