That was your moment. All you needed to do was climb those steps, and sit. Such a sad mistake."
I have made more mistakes than you can possibly imagine, Ned said, "but that was not one of them."
Oh, but it was, my lord, Cersei insisted. "When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground."
She turned up her hood to hide her swollen face and left him there in the dark beneath the oak, amidst the quiet of the godswood, under a blue-black sky. The stars were coming out.
The heart was steaming in the cool evening air when Khal Drogo set it before her, raw and bloody. His arms were red to the elbow. Behind him, his bloodriders knelt on the sand beside the corpse of the wild stallion, stone knives in their hands. The stallion's blood looked black in the flickering orange glare of the torches that ringed the high chalk walls of the pit.
Dany touched the soft swell of her belly. Sweat beaded her skin and trickled down her brow. She could feel theold women watching her, the ancient crones of Vaes Dothrak, with eyes that shone dark as polished flint in their wrinkled faces.