and grabbed the cask instead, flinging it at her with both hands. Dany was flushed and breathless, her heart fluttering in her chest. Ned was not laughing. He had seen the ragged man's eyes, and he was thinking of them now.
His closely trimmed beard was shot with white, making him look older than his thirty-five years. Poole withdrew quietly. Jon's eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see. A heartbeat, two, four, and suddenly it was as if she and her protectors were alone in the wood.
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