"Please speak, Dragonlord," the Faceless Man lying on the ground said weakly.
Viserys bent down and spoke steadily, enunciating every word. "When the time comes, remember to tell whoever currently runs the House of Black and White-I believe you call them priests, since you are all people who have abandoned your true identities."
"I remember one of them is called the Kindly Man, and another seems to be called the Waif, correct? Make sure they remember to think carefully before accepting another job about who they are being asked to kill, instead of claiming they are merely following the guidance of the Many-Faced God."
"If this truly was the Many-Faced God's guidance, I find it hard to believe he would not know how strong I am. After all, his faith has followers here in Westeros too. Surely he would not send you on such a pointless sacrifice, alerting me in the process."
"Besides, my Valyrian Freehold does not welcome assassins who hide in the shadows. From now on, no matter who places the order, if any of you Faceless Men dare set foot in my territory..."
"I will nail every Faceless Man's corpse to the city gates, so everyone coming and going can see exactly what faces you supposedly abandoned of your own free will, and what happens to anyone who dares make an enemy of Valyria. Given how you select your Faceless Men, there cannot be many who make it through, can there?"
Viserys paused before continuing. "And pass a message to the Iron Bank's keyholders. They already owe House Targaryen an old debt, and I have never forgotten it."
"One day, I will bring the fleet of the Valyrian Freehold beneath the Titan of Braavos and settle that debt, principal and interest, in their favorite fashion. Then I