Chapter 42

Marpoxy had hoped to earn Drogo’s favor, but had miscalculated. Flustered, he bowed and said, “I spoke out of turn. Please forgive me, Your Grace.”

Drogo waved dismissively and picked up a coil of hemp rope he had prepared. He then tied the wildly resisting Snowball securely.

Seeing the bewildered looks from everyone present, Drogo explained, “This beast only obeys my orders. If I don’t tie him up, you won’t be able to take him anywhere.”