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... ragged well into the night, wine flowing like the rivers of the Westerlands. I stayed away from much interaction, just watching the lords from my elevated position, noting every furtive glance, every whispered conversation. They reminded me of carrion birds circling a fresh kill, uncertain if the beast was truly dead.
Daenerys did my share of socialization along with her own. She moved through the crowd with otherworldly grace. Her horns caught the torchlight, casting strange shadows acr ...
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