You wouldn't think so. One dragon by hisself gets lonely. It was a prince that was promised, not a princess. She felt a rush of sympathy for the boy.
The second time she woke all at once, heart pounding, convinced that someone was looming over her. The gatehouse opened on a market square, where those who had entered before her were unloading to hawk their turnips, yellow onions, and sacks of barleycorn. The presence of a Tully Lord of Riverrun distresses him almost as much as the prospective birth of yet another. When at last they came ashore, it was to bury friends and kin.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.