[ She's just seized a handful of hair to impatiently shake loose the grime that has settled there--idly, she thinks of her handmaids, and wonders whether Irri and Jhiqui are seeking her on the Dothraki Sea now--when he tells her the name.
The job half-finished, her fingers pause in silver-gold tresses, the other hand unconsciously settling itself over the touch near her waist. ]
That is a terrible name, [ she chides him, her face aghast, though there is something in her eyes that hints she may laugh. ]
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The job half-finished, her fingers pause in silver-gold tresses, the other hand unconsciously settling itself over the touch near her waist. ]
That is a terrible name, [ she chides him, her face aghast, though there is something in her eyes that hints she may laugh. ]