Chapter 156

“Khal Drogo, you must be wondering why I write thus, and why I sound so certain. After all, dragons are the greatest wonder in the world!”

“But I speak truth. Beneath King’s Landing lies a vast store of wildfire, beyond measure. You must have seen its fury in Old Valantis, yet I tell you, the green demon brewed by the Alchemists’ Guild could destroy ten Valantises. Even though much was spent upon the Blackwater, enough remains to obliterate seven more. That force of ruin may not bring down your dragons, soaring high above, but it would surely incinerate your Unsullied and your braid-wearing Dothraki.”

“And then—Qyburn. Do you know the name? No, you do not. Let me tell you. Once he was hailed in Oldtown as a genius unseen in a hundred years, his chain heavy with links of every metal. His knowledge touched every field—especially warcraft. Yet he delved into the forbidden vaults of the Citadel, stealing from the black tomes, and for that he was cast out. Now he serves my sister Cersei. They say he has devised a great crossbow capable of piercing dragonbone itself. Thirty of these, or a hundred—and tell me, Khal, would your beasts still soar above the Red Keep? Or would their bones adorn its walls, like Balerion the Black Dread?”