All her life Viserys had told her she was a princess, but not until she rode her silver had Daenerys Targaryen ever felt like one. That did not sound right to Jon, yet he said nothing. Damn my father. His eyes were sunken deep into black pits; open, but they saw nothing.
What in the seven hells is it? Greyjoy was saying. They saw nothing? They gave you no warning? The bloodstained messenger shook his head. He remembered the day he had left Winterfell, all the bittersweet farewells; Bran lying broken, Robb with snow in his hair, Arya raining kisses on him after he'd given her Needle. Ned doubted that he had ever been innocent.
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