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He looked at her and sneered. “Dothraki rags. Do you presume to dress me now?” “Please…you’ll be cooler and more comfortable, and I thought…maybe if you dressed like them, the Dothraki…” Dany did not know how to say it without waking his dragon. “Next you’ll want to braid my hair.” Why was he always so cruel? She had only wanted to help. “You have no right to a braid, you have won no victories yet.” It was the wrong thing to say. Fury shone from his lilac eyes…