A Game of Thrones, Daenerys III
The knight gave his heels to his mount and started off again.
Dany rode close beside him.
“Still,” she said, “the common people are waiting for him. Magister Illyrio says they are sewing dragon banners and praying for Viserys to return from across the narrow sea to free them.”
“The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends,” Ser Jorah told her.
“It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace.”
He gave a shrug. “They never are.”
Dany rode along quietly for a time, working his words like a puzzle box.
It went against everything that Viserys had ever told her to think that the people could care so little whether a true king or a usurper reigned over them.
Yet the more she thought on Jorah’s words, the more they rang of truth.










