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Game of Thrones: Rune Bastard
Game of Thrones Wizard Dothraki
Game of Thrones: Knights Life
Night fell over Braavos. The dragon eggs crackled and popped in the hearth as Viserys stood watch over all four of them. Nothing had changed. No cracks, no movement, not even from the black egg that was supposed to be Balerion the Black Dread reborn.
Daenerys stood quietly at his side, stealing glances at her brother. Usually he barely looked at the eggs. Tonight he stared like a man waiting for the world to end.
Viserys thought about it for a moment—maybe splash some of Drogo's blood on the shells. Then he shook his head. The little fire creature had promised Balerion's egg would hatch on its own. The other three could wait.
He wasn't going back to paperwork tonight. Kings didn't have to grind every hour like some miserable Hand. Sometimes a man just needed to relax.
Like wrapping himself around his sweet-smelling little sister and going to sleep.
Just sleep.
Under the velvet covers, Daenerys's face burned crimson. Everyone knew what was coming someday—Targaryens had always kept the bloodline pure. The old eunuch, her maids, even she herself understood she would marry her brother.
She turned her back to him, curling tight under the blankets. Facing him right now felt impossible. She was shy, that was all. Not like some terrified girl trapped beside a monster. Viserys was handsome enough to make most women forget their nerves.
Viserys pulled her close, one arm draped over her stomach like he was holding a tense little kitten. His hand stayed perfectly still. Within minutes he was breathing deep and steady, fast asleep from the long campaign.
Daenerys lay rigid as a board, wide awake, staring into the dark.
Across the Narrow Sea in King's Landing, the city felt like a powder keg. Tension hung thick after Robb Stark's northern army crushed Tywin Lannister and lifted the siege of Riverrun. Cersei had been so sure her father would sweep the field and her brother Jaime would deliver victory.
Now Jaime had nearly been captured in an ambush. He escaped, of course, and wrote that he personally cut down fourteen rebel champions. Cersei snorted. Champions? More like trash. Still, at least he was alive.
She gripped her cup until her knuckles turned white, imagining her hands around Robb Stark's throat. Even if the Tully forces joined the northerners, they were still no match for Tywin and Jaime. She told herself that every night.
Her proud chin lifted. She refused to look weak. But her eyes kept drifting toward Dragonstone. Stannis. What the hell was that stubborn bastard waiting for? He had a fleet and thirteen thousand men, yet he just sat there. Starve him out, she thought. The poor rock couldn't feed that many anyway.
Cersei would sleep fine. Her father and brother would fix everything.
Janos Slynt, commander of the City Watch, was the one tossing and turning.
"Gods damn it all," the squat, double-chinned, bald man muttered into his pillow. Frog-faced little barrel of a man, they called him behind his back. Tonight the insults felt personal.
Someone had threatened him. Him. The commander. A bunch of flea-bitten scum from Flea Bottom had the balls to squeeze him.
His men had been shorting him on their cuts lately. Less gold every week. Janos saw it as disrespect. Time to make an example. He picked Captain Paro—the new captain of the Flea Bottom district who'd bought his post from Janos himself—and rode out with a hundred men to teach the little shit a lesson.
At first it went perfectly. Paro groveled exactly the way Janos liked. The commander decided to be merciful.
Then the trap closed.
Eight other district captains, two senior captains, and two dozen squad leaders suddenly appeared at the feast. Between them they commanded three or four thousand men—more than half the entire Gold Cloak force.
Janos called for his own men. They were conveniently too drunk to stand.
The room filled with hard-looking thugs who ringed him in. His own captains just watched, faces blank.
"You've gotten too greedy, Janos."
"A lot of the brothers are fed up, Commander."
The faces swam in his mind. Traitors. Every last one of them. He'd bought their loyalty with gold and they'd turned the second it suited them.
Anger burned hot, then cold fear slid in behind it. Janos lay in the dark, eyes wide, wondering how many more knives were already aimed at his back inside his own Watch.