Chapter 321

Tyrion couldn’t tell whether the king’s words were praise or insult. Disappointed, he said, “So what you mean is—if the person were shorter, he’d look more imposing, scare them into dropping their weapons, and make them kneel and surrender on the spot. Right, Your Grace?”

Drogo realized he’d misunderstood.

“If my men are unwilling to follow your orders, then being the vanguard clearly isn’t suited to you. There’s no doubt—you’ve won their hearts.”