Chapter 179

It was rare to meet someone who saw the undercurrents of King’s Landing the same way he did. Drogo raised his cup to him in a toast.

The wine-loving Tyrion clinked his flagon against the khal’s cup and tilted back half its contents in a single swallow.

Impressed by such boldness, Drogo downed his own in one go and returned to the topic. “Then tell me—who do you think is most loved by the people of King’s Landing?”