Chapter 57

“The Man of Regret” was the name of an ancient assassin guild in Qarth, one with a quasi-religious structure. Before killing a target, they would always whisper softly, “I regret this,” thus earning their name.

These killers would do anything for coin, and Drogo knew it was only a matter of time before they came for him. He didn’t need Quaithe to warn him—every powerful figure in Qarth wanted him dead now.

Let them come. His Bloodriders guarded him like nightingales. When the time came, who would be left to regret?