The night air was chilly on her bare skin. I was starting to think we would never reach Winterfell, Robert complained as they descended. Sansa knew all about the sorts of people Arya liked to talk to: squires and grooms and serving girls, old men and naked children, rough-spoken freeriders of uncertain birth. I used to start fires in the bowels of Casterly Rock and stare at the flames for hours, pretending they were dragonfire.
That seemed a poor way to repay him for his trust, but it couldn't be helped. Eddard Stark favored his daughters with a tired smile. Ser Jorah and Mirri Maz Duur entered a few moments later, and found Dany standing over the other dragon's eggs, the two still in their chest. Now, she told herself, I must do it now.
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