He drew his sword and waved it in the air. After the deed was done, the slayer would be beside himself with grief. A line creased her brow. Perhaps his dead mare was the lucky one.
It was long past time. Please, gods, keep him safe, she prayed. It took a long time. Dany could not pretend to surprise at the disdain in his tone.
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