Chapter 75

With Drogo’s broad frame no longer blocking the view, everyone at the front could now clearly see the murderous intent in “Jhiqui’s” actions. The normally emotionless Unsullied cried out in unison with Missandei, “Your Grace!!”

Their spears were long—but not fast enough to stop an assassin this close. If Drogo wanted to survive, he could rely on no one but himself.

In a flash, he grabbed “Jhiqui” by the shoulders and hoisted her into the air like a rag doll.