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As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air.

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myladymother:

…not the boy she’d left at Winterfell with snow melting in his hair.

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where is my king? 

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Daenerys

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