Jaime’s head jerked round at the sound of a distant roar, faint but ferocious. It echoed off the walls of Harrenhal, and the laughter swelled up like the sea. All of a sudden, he knew what was happening. Have we come too late? His stomach did a lurch, and he slammed his spurs into his horse, galloping across the outer ward, beneath an arched stone bridge, around the Wailing Tower, and through the Flowstone Yard.
”noble lord, you are in the presence of daenerys stormborn of house targaryen, queen of the andals and the first men, khaleesi of the great grass sea, breaker of chains and mother of dragons”
You will release every slave in Yunkai. Every man, woman, and child shall be given as much food, clothing, and property as they can carry as payment for their years of servitude. Reject this gift and…
they must have been great builders, to stack the stones so high.
“I am grateful, but…you were well away. Why come back?” A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before,but Jaime only shrugged. “I dreamed of you,” he said.
