The same could be said of rubies and diamonds and fire opals, Princess...and dragon's eggs are rarer by far.Those traders he's been drinking with would sell their own manhoods for even one of those stones, and with all three Viserys could buy as many sellswords as he might need.
Dany had not known, had not even suspected. "Then...he should have them. He does not need to steal them. He had only to ask. He is my brother...and my true king."
He is your brother, Sir Jorah acknowledged.
You do not understand, ser, she said. "My mother died giving me birth, and my father and my brother Rhaegar even before that. I would never have known so much as their names if Viserys had not been there to tell me. He was the only one left. The only one. He is all I have."
Once, said Sir Jorah. "No longer, Khaleesi. You belong to the Dothraki now. In your womb rides the stallion who mounts the world." He held out his cup, and a slave filled it with fermented mare's milk, sour-smelling and thick with clots.
Dany waved her away. Even the smell of it made her feel ill, and she would take no chances of bringing up the horse heart she had forced herself to eat. "What does it mean?" she asked. "What is this stallion? Everyone was shouting it at me, but I don't understand."