She had starved herself for a day and a night before the ceremony in the hopes that hunger would help her keep down the raw meat. Holdfasts and cities and kingdoms of men allfell before them, as they moved south on pale dead horses, leading hosts of the slain. I want to be by myself for a while, he said. Viserys had promised her a thousand times that he would take her back one day, but he was dead now and his promises had died with him.
It took hours for them all to cross. Moving between buildings and over walls, keeping stone to her back wherever possible so no one could surprise her, Arya reached the stables almost without incident. That was not a charge anyone could lay at the door of Eddard Stark. She owed this night to Drogo, for all the nights that had been, and yet might be.
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