Chapter 77

Daenerys was a trueborn princess. Though now a married woman, her heart still brimmed with rosy dreams. In her mind, the palace of the Undying Ones must surely be the most resplendent structure in the Glorious City.

Seated beside her in the palanquin, Drogo smiled and cautioned her, “The higher your hopes, the greater the disappointment. The House of the Undying is not as grand as you imagine.”

In public, Daenerys carried herself with queenly dignity, but in front of her husband, she often reverted to a childlike state. She pouted, her lips forming a sulky moue, and muttered, “You just don’t want me to pass through the gates of wisdom and grasp the truth.”