Tyrion had considered the boy far below him then. Now, he was the one with nothing, and the bastard boy was a king and a dragonlord. Oh, how he wanted a dragon of his own! People would finally be forced to respect him once he became a dragonrider. Yet both Viserion and Rhaegal shared people's distaste of dwarves and growled in his direction as soon as he approached. And Tyrion was too craven to risk it. He did not like the thought of ending up roasted like Quentyn Martell. He had observed the dornish boy's last moments, slowly dying for a sennight in utter agony.