Chapter 68

A lion with three eyes—this was the first time Drogo had ever seen such a thing. Anyone would have found it astonishing. Yet the warlock lurking in the shadow behind him wore a mocking smirk, showing no sign of surprise. Clearly, Pyat Pree had not yet noticed the anomaly in Snowball.

Without changing expression, Drogo shifted his massive frame, subtly positioning himself to use the crescent moon’s shadow to obscure the white lion’s special eye—while still giving it a clear line of sight toward the enemy.

With that done, he slowly sheathed his Valyrian steel arakh, then unstrapped the bone bow from his back. Reaching behind his neck, he drew an arrow, nocked it, and loosed it in a sudden motion.