Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 305 Dorne's Submission
"Waaah... Who are you people!?"

Alexandra looked terrified as someone grabbed her from behind, choked her, and covered her mouth.

"Behave yourself, little girl."

With an air of arrogance, Imond de' Medici removed the ropes he had prepared beforehand and bound himself with them.

Dorne has a free-spirited people, and its architecture is also rough and unrefined.

With the help of a mouse who wishes to remain anonymous, they easily found the secret passage and arrived at the entrance to Koolen's palace.

"Okay, stop scaring her."

Aemon picked up the golden-nosed rat and pushed the little girl, who had just turned eight, towards Aemon.

"Take good care of your fiancée."

After Imon finished speaking, he opened the door, and Imon hurriedly caught the frantically wriggling girl, his face dark.

“Wuwuwu!!”

Upon hearing that this man was her fiancé, Alexandra paused, turned her head, and glared at Imond.

She had long, silver-gold hair, light purple eyes, a long face, and a hint of stubbornness and timidity between her brows.

What's my fiancé doing here!?
Alexandra was taken aback, but she also gained a preliminary understanding of her fiancé whom she was meeting for the first time.

His appearance was passable, but he looked like a skinny, stubborn donkey.

I wonder if it'll work on the bed... or on the battlefield.

"I won't come."

Imond turned his fiancée's head around and suddenly regretted coming along.

"No one asked you to come; you insisted on coming along."

Without any hesitation, Wei Mengde shoved aside the foolish boy who was causing the family's losses.

Squeak!

When Imon pushed open the door to the palace, everyone inside turned around in surprise.

"Cough cough..."

Coolen was dumbfounded, and nearly choked on the wine he was drinking.

How did they get in?

"Long time no see, old friend."

Aemon strode forward, a friendly smile on his face.

……

"What nonsense are you spouting? What do you mean Prince Coollen is knocking on the door?!"

Count Dann was acting like a madman, grabbing the guard by the collar and shaking him back and forth.

The guard lowered his head, feeling like he wanted to die.

"Open the door!"

Sitting in his wheelchair, three hundred meters from the gates of Yangji City, Koolen watched as his former soldiers tried to persuade him to surrender.
“Count Darn is a traitor. He imprisoned me and disobeyed my orders.”

Upon hearing these words, the soldiers on Yangji City all lowered their heads in shame and indignation, their determination to resist to the death vanished, and they turned into dejected quails.

Even the prince has surrendered, so what's the point of fighting anymore?

"I didn't expect Coolen to be so cooperative."

Kolis stood at the far back, his words filled with disdain for Koollen.

When captured, instead of contemplating suicide or redemption, he urged his subordinates to surrender.

What a shame.

"He wasn't a staunch resistance fighter to begin with."

As Imon gazed into the distance, he felt a surge of admiration for Coollen.

Regardless of any conspiracies or schemes they may have had, they did reduce unnecessary casualties on both sides.

The last king to do this was Toren Stark, the "Surrender King" during the Wars of Conquerors.

What conditions did you agree to?

Collis turned around, quite curious.

Aemon said calmly, “The title of Prince/Princess of Dorne will be retained, and Dorne will become a vassal state dependent on the Iron Throne.”

"That's all?" Corliss didn't believe it.

Imon shrugged, looking bored. "Does he really think he'd ask for an exorbitant amount?"

The relative national strengths of both sides are what they are.

The Iron Throne governs six kingdoms: the Royal Country, the Three Kingdoms of Women, and the Arm of Dorne, while Dorne consists only of barren deserts and a few oases.

The troops from Haigou Town and Chaotou Island have not yet arrived.

If they come, half of Dorne will be surrounded.

Even if Nymeria were alive, she couldn't do anything about it.

"Hmph, I thought he was a tough nut to crack, but he turned out to be a coward."

Corliss snorted and turned to leave.

Imon remained unhurried, observing calmly and detachedly.

Only he knew how fortunate the War of Dorne was, with its uncontrollable factors mixed in.

Without the Flame Hammer, the plan for Cooron to mobilize the entire nation's navy to assist the Vance rebels and seize the Stone Steps Islands would have had a very high success rate.

There is a precedent of pirates from the Three Women Kingdom.

A battle for the Stone Steps Islands would take at least a year.

Moreover, Dorne is not alone.

As long as Koolen dares to start a group, Braavos and Valentis will definitely join.

Who would have thought that the Dornish navy, assembled with a loan from Coollen, would be wiped out by Aemon's single blow, which filled the sea?

And I was so unlucky, I got crippled by a deep-sea crab.

The Second Sons and the Unsullied leaped swiftly across Dorne's Arm, and the Valerian fleet plunged into the River of Green Blood.

Dorne had no time to prepare and suffered defeat after defeat.

Otherwise, Dorne, putting up a stubborn resistance, could at least hold out for two or three months.

Hmm... that's the most I can do.

"Let me go! I am the city lord of Yangji City, and Koolen has already betrayed us."

Soon after, Count Dan was captured by the rebellious soldiers, who opened the city gates and sent him out.

Robert brought the man before the prince.

Aemon waved.

Drag them down and hang them on the city wall.

……

"The Martell family is willing to kneel before the Iron Throne, return their territory to the Seven Kingdoms, and accept the rewards of King Viserys I."

With the help of his guards, Coolen managed to kneel down with difficulty.

Aemon sat on his throne inside the Tower of Spears, looking down at the submissive Prince of Dorne, his chin held high with arrogance.

It's not that difficult.

Aegon the Conqueror was just so-so, and so was Daeron I, the "Young Dragon King" of later generations.

If we're talking about conquering Dorne, we have to look to Prince Aemon the Great.

"Ahem... Your Highness, you should make a gesture."

Robert coughed twice and whispered a reminder to His Highness the Prince.

Aemon rose, walked to Koolen, drew his clan sword "Lament," and planted it vertically on the ground, solemnly asking, "Confirm kneeling?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Coolen had no other choice but to kneel down on one knee with a blank expression, his head bowed, revealing his vulnerable neck.

"very good!"

Aemon placed "Lament" on his shoulder, his expression solemn, his voice clear and crisp: "In the name of King Viserys I of House Targaryen, I accept your, your family and your kingdom's surrender."

Koolen remained silent, lowering his head even further.

After the ceremony ended, the two guards simply abandoned him, nearly causing him to fall onto the cold floor.

"Watch out, buddy."

Imon grabbed him and easily lifted the lean, strong man.

"Thank you."

Coolen was feeling down, and he needed to look up to see the other person's face.

Imon was tall.

Even though Cole was just over 1.8 meters tall, he looked small and had to look up to meet Cole's gaze.

His strength was equally astonishing; even a young dragon twice the size of him couldn't defeat him.

Upon seeing Imon, Coolen frowned, and a thought popped into his head.

"This is the true dragon bloodline!"

……

"Haha, my dear nephew, you truly are my good boy."

Upon receiving the news, Viserys was so overjoyed that he slammed his fist on the table. Dorne had surrendered!
Dorne, which had troubled the Iron Throne for over a century, finally knelt and became a vassal of the Targaryen dynasty.

"I must go back to Dragonstone and tell Aegon the Conqueror, my father, and my grandfather!"

Despite objections, Viserys insisted on returning to Dragonstone to show off.

121AC, Spring, August.

During his reign, the Targaryen dynasty finally achieved unification, making up for the regrets of the conquerors.

This "young and vigorous king," who is over fifty years old, will be the greatest monarch in the history of the Long family.

"Your Majesty, no!"

Prime Minister Leonor stopped the king, who was on the verge of ecstasy, and held him firmly in place with his plump body.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't we celebrate such great news?!"

Viserys said angrily.

“Father, Prince Coollen is still being escorted to King’s Landing. You must personally accept his surrender in the throne room.”

Rhaenyra, supporting her belly, said helplessly, "Moreover, many Dornish nobles do not acknowledge the Martell family's surrender. If you leave King's Landing rashly, you may be in danger."

"Oh, is that so?"

Viserys' spirits lifted, and the idea of ​​ancestor worship that had just sprouted in the mind of this Westerner was immediately nipped in the bud.

The Dornish are treacherous and cunning, and are masters of poisoning and assassination.

He didn't want to go to meet the Seven Gods with such glory right after unification.

Leonor breathed a heavy sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, and gently pressed down on the king, no longer daring to offend him.

Threatening the Dornish people is still the most effective method.

This is what word-of-mouth is all about!
"I heard that Koolen was crippled by a crab and can no longer get out of bed."

Viserys calmed down and, while dreaming about the future, joked with his ministers: "Among the hostages we've captured this time is Aemond's little fiancée."

"I've also heard that Coollen's wife is a very beautiful and unrestrained woman..."

A burst of laughter and chatter, interspersed with a few bawdy jokes.

Otto chuckled in agreement and offered a reminder: "Your Majesty, Prince Aemon and the Sea Serpents only control Sunspear and Greenblood River. There are still many Dornish nobles resisting at Prince's Pass and Bone Road."

"It's alright, Earl Donald and Duke Beaumond will take care of it for me."

Viserys kept smiling.

"The Dornish are cunning; Your Majesty should exercise caution."

Lin Man, the chief treasurer and imperial advisor, stood with his hands tucked in his pockets, looking cautious.

"Not afraid!"

Viserys, emboldened by his nephew, grinned and said, "Don't even mention Dornish nobles, even Coollen wouldn't dare to harm me to my face."

……

"Your Majesty, you are much larger and heavier than I imagined."

Coolen sat in his wheelchair, looking at Viserys with surprise.

Viserys' face darkened. He looked down at the taut muscles beneath the other man's yellow robes, then at his own large belly under his black clothes, and felt the blatant hurt.

After half a month, the Coollen family was escorted to King's Landing.

The two kings met privately in their bedchambers first.

“I have met your brother, Prince Damon. He is lean and strong, with a flamboyant style and an aura of danger.”

Coolen praised Damon without reservation, then said, "Your brother is different from you; you're like two completely unrelated people."

"Because he's not the king."

Viserys was not one to be trifled with either. He patted the armrest of his chair and said, "Only a king needs to sit in a chair all the time."

He was using this to satirize Coollen as a cripple who relies on a wheelchair.

Coollen smiled and said, "But you are more kind and easier to get along with than I imagined."

He and Damon are the same age, and he has met His Majesty the Centenarian.

That good king, known as the "Arbitrator," was not a magnanimous or easy-going person.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Viserys, with a casual air, looked the other person up and down with apparent concern.

Koolan said solemnly, "Once your prince is engaged to my daughter, I hope you will allow me to return. The rebellious Dornish nobles cannot withstand the dragons, and the peace-loving Dornish people still need me to govern them."

"hehe…"

Viserys sneered as he drank.

He had never heard of any peace-loving Dornes, only Dornes who had been defeated and subdued.

“Your Majesty, I will submit to the Iron Throne and govern the realm for you, just like the kings of various kingdoms recorded in history.”

Coollen sighed softly: "I think there is no better family to take over than the Martell family for the time being."

Viserys remained silent for a moment, then said after a moment's thought, "Let me discuss it."

……

"Don't follow me!"

"why?"

"There's no reason why, just stay away from me."

"No!"

Imond walked into the corridor of the Red Keep, unable to shake off the little tail behind him.

Alexandra looked stubborn and clung to her fiancé, not leaving his side for a moment.

As prisoners or hostages, the Coollen family was not mistreated.

Just as the ministers said,

Aegon the Conqueror was ruthless towards his enemies, but exceptionally merciful to those who were willing to kneel.

Whether they were enemies or allies, they were all captivated by his personal charisma.

Viserys got a little cocky, comparing himself to a conqueror and allowing his future daughter-in-law Alexandra free access to his home.

Alexandra only…

"I'm warning you, if you follow me again, I'll feed you to the dragons!"

Imond turned around abruptly and glared fiercely at the other person.

Black hair, yellow skin, blue eyes, and freckles on his face.

It grows entirely in his aesthetic disaster zone.

He wanted a long-legged Valyrian beauty with silver hair and purple eyes, or not a long-legged beauty, or even no beauty at all.

But, being like her sister Helena would be just fine.

"If you feed your fiancée to a dragon, no one will marry you or respect you."

Alexandra was not afraid at all; on the contrary, she seemed eager to try.

On her way here, she had already seen her fiancé's dragon.

A genuine dragon.

A hideous dragon, brownish-black in color, covered in keratinous scales, and of immense size.

At first glance, she was deeply attracted by the dragon's power.

Imond's silver hair and purple eyes also met her appearance requirements for the second half of the journey.

At least in this respect, the two have something in common.

"unlucky!"

Unable to argue with her, Imond turned and left in a huff.

He walked away, and Alexandra chased after him.

Yazhuoshanzhuola chased after him, and he left.

The two competed in endurance and speed inside the Red Castle.

……

"I'm going to feed all the Dornish people to the dragons!!"

Aegon rode Sunfire, showing off and intimidating the surrendered prisoners.

"Keep your voice down, Prince."

Earl Donald's face darkened as he held the envelope: "Coollen has been taken back to King's Landing. We're too slow."

Aegon was taken aback and said unhappily, "We've won one battle after another, even defeating the Fowler family, who are known as the Lords of the Road."

"Not enough. We are still one step away from taking down Tianji City."

As Earl Donald spoke, he looked up at the desolate road leading to the Crimson Mountains and the reddish-brown castle perched high on the mountain.

Along the way, with the Manwudi family of Wangzhong City as their guide, they did not encounter any formidable enemies.

In the face of Yang Yan, no matter how strong you are, you can't be called strong.

The Fleur family's defensive formations suffered repeated defeats, and the remaining troops retreated to Tianji City.

"Take Tianji City tonight, Prince."

Earl Donald made his decision with a serious expression.

(End of this chapter)