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... t of jasmine and roasted meats, but to Daenerys Targaryen, it always smelled faintly of fear.
She sat on a pile of plush, embroidered cushions in the corner of the vast, marble-floored solar, keeping her hands neatly folded in her lap. She wore a gown of fine purple silk that Illyrio Mopatis had provided, though it felt less like a gift and more like the wrapping on a parcel.
Across the low cedar table, her brother Viserys was pacing. His silver-blonde hair was pulled back tightl ...
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