Before I had left Daenerys, she had promised me her bed. She had promised to make me her king. After everything I had hid from her, she trusted me enough to grant me the highest honor. A man who had once soiled his House's name would become a ruler of Westeros. It seemed impossible but my love did much that people called impossible.

Even though I had traveled a great distance with Tyrion Lannister and helped to free her from the Dothraki, I didn't expect her forgiveness. I hadn't accepted defeat and tried once again by participating in the fighting pits of Meereen. When she had been captured afterwards, I helped her but knew that she would send me away yet again. This time, though, I would not return.

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