When he did choose to make a ruling, though, not even his queen mother could sway him. You weren't s'posed to be here, he muttered sourly. The air was rich with the scents of earth and grass, mixed with the smell of horseflesh and Dany's sweat and the oil in her hair. Greyjoy laughed.
He sighed. Despite himself, he shivered. Ned left the man waiting without. He wrenched free of their grip and ran, half-blind, for the door.
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