They were not given to me to sell, Dany told him. Joffrey scowled. Bran did not even mind-too badly-that she carried him in her arms and not on her back. How many guards does my father have? she asked him as they descended to her bedchamber.
The King in the North! And he knelt, and laid his sword at her son's feet. When the laughter finally died in her throat, they wrapped her in warm blankets and led her back to the Great Keep, to her own chambers. Ser Waymar Royce came next, his great black destrier snorting impatiently. Dany touched her brow.
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