Chapter 59

Nightfall loomed. The sun, gradually swallowed by the western mountains, cast slanting golden rays that gilded the warships and shimmered across the rippling sea—too dazzling to behold directly. All of it would soon be consumed by the creeping veil of dusk.

Drogo’s side kept a vigilant eye on the mercenaries clad in dazzling, gold-plated armor. Yet the Golden Company, led by the elephant rider, ignored the undefeated Khal entirely. Their gazes split in three directions: toward the dragon perched atop the mast, the silver-haired Dragon Queen, and the heavily armored giant, Roman.

These three figures drew all attention. Daenerys was the last known pure-blooded Targaryen. The dragon, a near-divine creature long thought extinct, had not been seen in over a century. And the giant, an exceedingly rare being, was a miracle to mortal eyes.