They bend the knee to me soon enough. [ What kind of man laughs over a slaughter? Would he say the same if he'd ever seen the dead? ] Hold tight.

[ Soon enough, Drogon rears upward, a number of arrows bouncing off his chest. The remainder whizz above head.

The archers are rendered a cloud of ashes. ]

I did. He is. Consider yourself fortunate enough to ride the back of my fiercest, lord Bolton.