But doesn't leave it there. Picking up the story in her mind, viewing it from alternative angles. There are many ways it can be told, and there are many ways it has been told to her. In truth, her story comes later. Her stretches, meanwhile, have ceased save for the occasional ankle roll.
"My father was slain when I was still within my mother's womb," she explains. "She was forced into exile, and so was I. And my brother. She died, having me, and so it was he and I for a long time. Returning to Westeros with anything short of an army would have meant our deaths, or worse."
Mad stories, like he says. Hers is not often shared, due to its specific kind of madness, but she doesn't hold onto it, either, when it seems right to tell it.
"As you can imagine, we were ever travelling," she says, a touch wry, the smallest upturn of her mouth. "Essos had its gutters as well."
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But doesn't leave it there. Picking up the story in her mind, viewing it from alternative angles. There are many ways it can be told, and there are many ways it has been told to her. In truth, her story comes later. Her stretches, meanwhile, have ceased save for the occasional ankle roll.
"My father was slain when I was still within my mother's womb," she explains. "She was forced into exile, and so was I. And my brother. She died, having me, and so it was he and I for a long time. Returning to Westeros with anything short of an army would have meant our deaths, or worse."
Mad stories, like he says. Hers is not often shared, due to its specific kind of madness, but she doesn't hold onto it, either, when it seems right to tell it.
"As you can imagine, we were ever travelling," she says, a touch wry, the smallest upturn of her mouth. "Essos had its gutters as well."