He stopped beside the largest of the three firepits, peering around at the faces of the Dothraki. You ought to see it when it blooms, all dark red flowers from horizon to horizon, like a sea of blood. I blame those jackanapes on the council-our friend Petyr, the venerable Grand Maester, and that cockless wonder Lord Varys. Of course I saw it, it's seven hundred feet high.
You leave him alone. My sleeping cell is in Hardin's Tower. I swear to you, I was never so alive as when I was winning this throne, or so dead as now that I've won it. Would that I knew how.
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