"no place for a dragon, he told her, desolate lands full of sheep and winds and dusts, lonely lands with no fire, no blood, no glory. Not made for dragons, he told her. Not made for us. Daemon, the Rogue Prince, the red dragon with scales simmering onto her skin, curling together underneath her left breast where her heart beats its secret beat — his."
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