-
the council you installed to rule over the city
-
has been overthrown by a butcher named Cleon
-
who's declared himself "His Imperial Majesty."
-
Please leave me.
-
Not you, Jorah.
-
It appears my liberation of Slaver's Bay isn't going quite as planned.
-
You could sail for Westeros
-
and leave it all behind.
-
A boy sits on the Iron Throne.
-
A boy many believe to be a bastard with no right to it.
-
They've never been more vulnerable.
-
You counseled me against rashness once in Qarth.