Chapter 72

Drogo ordered the royals on the high thrones to be removed, then sat down himself. He casually picked up a diamond-encrusted wine jug and a golden goblet resting to the side, poured out red wine, and swirled the drink as he watched the Unsullied and the khalasar steadily bring in piles of gold and silver treasures, savoring the taste of wine dancing on his tongue.

Outwardly calm, the Khal’s mind was anything but.

In the nights of Slaver’s Bay, the Sons of the Harpy lurked in the shadows committing their crimes. But they were just cunning men—however much they stirred up trouble, Drogo always had a way to crush them.