You sold my secrets to the man who killed my father and stole my brother’s throne. And you want me to forgive you? Any other man and I would have you executed. But you, I do not want you in my city, dead or alive. Go back you your masters in King’s Landing. Collect your pardon, if you can.
what do you pray for, ser jorah?
yo fine ass, khaleesi.
Once for blood and once for gold and once for love.
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Does it ever end? This is further east than I’ve ever been, but yes Khaleesi even the Red Waste. But you’re sure there is no other way. We go south to the land of the Lhazareen, the lamb men will kill us and take your dragons. We go west to the Dothraki sea, the first Khalasar we meet will kill us and take your dragons.
This is Jorah, my fierce bear, the right arm that never failed me. I would be dead without him, but… ”I can’t forgive you,” she said. “I can’t.”
"A taste for the Khaleesi?"…..
“Sweet, isn’t it?” the wineseller said, smiling. “Can you smell the fruit, ser? The perfume of the Arbor. Taste it, my lord, and tell me it isn’t the finest, richest wine that’s ever touched your tongue.” Ser Jorah offered him the cup. “You taste it first.”
“Me?” The man laughed. “I am not worthy of this vintage, my lord. And it’s a poor wine merchant who drinks up his own wares.” His smile was amiable, yet she could see the sheen of sweat on his brow.
“You will drink,” Dany said, cold as ice. “Empty the cup, or I will tell them to hold you down while Ser Jorah pours the whole cask down your throat.”