Chapter 22

I don't sleep. How can I? Every time I close my eyes I see Sara's body. The servants who used to bring me food. The guards who nodded at me in the hallways. All dead because of me.

Drogo doesn't sleep either. He sits in the chair by the window watching me. Neither of us talks. What is there to say?

When morning comes I get up and put on clean clothes. My hands are still shaking from washing all that blood off last night. I can still smell it even though I scrubbed my skin raw.

"We need a plan," Drogo says.

"The plan is simple. I...