Illyrio is no fool, Viserys said. He was a gaunt young man with nervous hands and a feverish look in his pale lilac eyes. The magister knows that I will not forget my friends when I come into my throne.
" 伊利里欧可不笨，" 韦赛里斯回答，他是个削瘦的年轻人，双手局促不安，泛白的淡紫色眼瞳里有种狂热的神色。" 他知道有朝一日当我重登王位，不会忘记曾经雪中送炭的朋友。"
