It is not for Khal Drogo to wait, she proclaimed. A wide plain spread out beneath them, bare and brown, its flatness here and there relieved by long, low hummocks. Lord Tywin would surely have sent out riders when the word reached him. The king eats, Robert had said, and the Hand takes the shit.
A baker's helper stepped in front of her, holding a wooden tray. Don't move, my lady. The queen has a dozen knights and a hundred men-at-arms who will do whatever she commands . or so I will tell your mother.
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