"She has had her blood.She is old enouogh for the Khal,"Illyrio told him,not for the first time."Look at her.that silver-gold hair.those purple eyes...she is the blood of old Valyria,no doubt...and highborn,daughter of the old king,sister to the new,she cannot fail to entrance our Drogo."When he released her hand,Daenerys found herself trembling.
"I suppose,"her brother said doubtfully."The savages have queer tastes.Boys,horses,sheep..."
