Chapter 268

“Glug.”

Tyrion Lannister drained the wine in his cup in one gulp. Slightly tipsy, he cautioned, “Your Grace, I know you’re extraordinarily clever, and I know you wouldn’t waste effort on anything pointless—but I truly don’t understand what you hope to gain by propping up that mysterious Great Sparrow.”

Praise first, then doubt. Drogo heard the faint disappointment beneath Tyrion’s words, but he did not take offense. He merely smiled. “And why do you think that?”