Bring her to me, with her chest. She was Illyrio's favorite, a fair-haired, blue-eyed wench of sixteen who chattered constantly as she worked. She began to find pleasure even in her nights, and if she still cried out when Drogo took her, it was not always in pain. I've told the khal he ought to make for Meereen, Ser Jorah said.
The wolf pup padded closer and nuzzled at Jon's face, but he kept a wary eye on Tyrion Lannister, and when the dwarf reached out to pet him, he drew back and bared his fangs in a silent snarl. She stuffed them up her sleeves, and left by a back window. Hollow words, but they made him nod and smile. As she crossed in back of the wagon, a fallen chest caught her eye.
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