Chapter 85

The next morning, Drogo, refreshed and in high spirits, summoned all his commanders to the Hall of a Thousand Thrones.

His old skin had shed, revealing raw new flesh—ghastly to look at, but it caused him no discomfort.

Missandei stood behind and to the left of his throne, ready to translate or speak at a moment’s notice. Queen Daenerys sat nearby, her seat raised almost to the level of the throne.