Chapter 17

"The lonely conqueror... with no one at his side!"

Drogo scoffed at Quaithe’s curse. He was the son of Balbo, born to conquer. Only through conquest could he find meaning in life. Otherwise, he could’ve roamed the familiar Dothraki Sea, reliving his past glories. Why else endure countless hardships to cross the black saltwater?

As for loneliness—at least for now, he didn’t feel it. He had Daenerys, the three hatchlings, and even Snowball, in his own way, counted as family.