One-armed, face cut near in half, it seemed to feel nothing. Then she whirled and made her exit, running down the steps as fast as her feet would take her. There were deep red marks on her skin. Seven towers, Ned had told her, like white daggers thrust into the belly of the sky, so high you can stand on the parapets and look down on the clouds.
There were no buildings to be seen, no people, only the grass and the road, lined with ancient monuments from all the lands the Dothraki had sacked over the centuries. I am the blood of the dragon. The first star was a comet, burning red. I have found you more than a friend.
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