"Watch your tongue, boy, or I won't mind hanging you up beside that traitor brother of yours!"
Now that Borros had succeeded in dragonriding, he clearly held everyone else in contempt, swaggering as though having a Great Dragon meant the whole world belonged to him.
"A Prophet? Nothing but a lowborn dwarf who learned a few cheap tricks."
Clearly, Borros had no fondness for the dwarf either. This was mainly because the Green-Eyed Hooded Dwarf had spent the past six months insulting and belittling him.
But back then, Borros had not known whether he would succeed in dragonriding, so even a fool like him had learned to swallow his pride.
The dwarf had already become Borros's greatest enemy after Danyla. Now that he had finally gotten what he wanted, his first act had been to kill the dwarf.
"I suggest you all learn what's good for you. The three-headed Great Dragon hasn't had its fill in a long time. If anyone dares to upset me, I won't mind feeding you to the dragon too."
"In a Great Dragon's eyes, every living creature is nothing more than food!"
Borros delivered this threat in a sinister voice, convinced he sounded impressively ruthless. Seeing all the nobles present turn pale with fear filled him with secret satisfaction.
Jason Lannister had never been particularly brave, so he immediately shut his mouth. Still, he turned a pleading gaze toward Laena and her brother Laenor, who had succeeded in dragonriding long before.
Laena had, after all, entered into a marriage agreement with Jason, so she spoke up in his defense.
"Uncle Borros, you shouldn't..."
"Laena! Surely you don't still intend to marry this golden-haired boy?"
Borros continued, looking at her as though she were an idiot.
"Only those of the true dragon bloodline are worthy of