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Drogo looks at Dany. There is no sign of mercy in his face. She realizes that everyone at the wedding is watching her. Finally she stands. He nods and leads her down the ramp, into the center of the field.
Dany stands beside her new husband, encircled by her new tribe, looking very small and pale next to Drogo.
ILLYRIO (to Viserys) Time for the gifts.
Dothraki men surge forward, prostrating themselves before their Khal and laying down gifts in a growing pile: medallion belts and painted vests, soft furs and silks, silver rings. Viserys approaches with a thin smile on his face. He leads three HANDMAIDS. Two are Dothraki girls with black hair and almond-shaped eyes. The third is fair-haired and blue-eyed.
VISERYS
(to Dany) These are not common servants. Irri will teach you riding, Jaqui the Dothraki tongue, and Doreah... the art of love.
He grins at Doreah, who lowers her eyes.
VISERYS She’s quite good. Illyrio and I can vouch for that.
Ser Jorah approaches next, laying a small stack of old books before Dany and bowing deeply.
JORAH A small gift, my princess, but all a poor exile could afford. Songs and histories of the Seven Kingdoms.
The gift touches Dany: she smiles, and speaks for the first time at her own wedding.
DAENARYS
Thank you, Ser.
Ser Jorah is pleased that his gift is pleasing. He glances at Khal Drogo, bows again, and steps back.
Illyrio snaps his fingers. Four BURLY SLAVES hurry forward, bearing between them a great cedar chest bound in bronze.
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