I named her Barra, she said as the child nursed. Remember, we know where you sleep, Jon said softly. The boy was cursed and caned, slapped and starved. they might attack? Catelyn finished, hard.
Nothing mattered. The leaves were crusted with blood and pus, Drogo's breast black and glistening with corruption. Rhaego was restless in her belly, kicking like a stallion, yet even that did not stir Drogo's interest as it had. Finally his lord father gave a command, and two of his guardsmen dragged the ragged man to the ironwood stump in the center of the square.
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