Another flurry of blows, and he fell back again. Before long he found himself talking of Winterfell. Careful, they're still sharp. She had loved the scent of winter roses.
Khaleesi, Jhiqui said, what is wrong? Are you sick? I was, she answered, standing over the dragon's eggs that Illyrio had given her when she wed. Tomorrow I will be old. When do you mean to return to Winterfell, my lord? As soon as I can. The matter seems simple enough to me.
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