Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 119 The Wheel Palace Covered in Gold Coins

"By the way, I also received a message from Dorne on the way," Tyrion said cautiously. "Father believes we need to ally with Dorne against Stannis and Renly."

Varys blinked and interjected, “Prince Doran would be a powerful ally. But his hatred for the Lannisters runs deep, especially after the tragedy of his sister Elia.”

“That’s right.” Tyrion nodded. “So Father is willing to make a concession,” he paused, looking at Cersei, “to marry Myrcella to Tristan Martell.”

Cersei's face turned deathly pale, then flushed crimson. "You disgusting maggot! Myrcella is my only daughter. Do you think I'd let you sell her like a bag of oatmeal?"

“It’s much safer to go to Dorne than to stay here,” Tyrell explained.

"Snap",
Cersei walked up to Tyrion and slapped him hard across the face, leaving him dazed and his face burning with pain.

“The Martell family hates us!” she screamed.

“Even so, I think they will agree.” Tyrion touched his swollen face. “Doran’s hatred for the Lannisters is only a generation’s affair, but their war with Storm’s End and Highgarden has lasted for thousands of years.”

Myrcella is nine years old, and Tristan is eleven. They can marry when she turns fourteen. Until then, she will be protected as a VIP in Sunspear.

"These are hostages!"

“She’s a VIP!” Tyrion explained. “I’ll also arrange for the Kingsguard to protect her.”

"What if Doron wants my daughter's life in revenge?"

Varys cleared his throat and interjected, “Your Majesty, if I may be so bold, Prince Doran, though filled with hatred, is a man of honor. He would never do such a thing. Your Majesty can rest assured of that.”

“Yes, sis, think about it. If King's Landing falls, Myrcella will be no safer than she is in Dorne. Renly and Stannis will hang her head on top of yours!”

Varys sighed, “The situation in Dorne is complicated. My little bird tells me that Doran has been having an ambiguous relationship with the Dothraki lately. They won’t be enthusiastic about a marriage alliance.”

Tyrion wholeheartedly agreed, "Yes, so Father raised the price, promising to hand over the murderer of Princess Elia, as well as a high-ranking position, a frontier castle..."

Guess what Prince Oberon said?
He said that if Dorne wanted to marry Myrcella, the only way would be to pave the palace with gold coins on a wheel drawn by forty horses…

"Wishful thinking!" Cersei raised her hand and slapped Tyrion again, but Tyrion was prepared and ducked to avoid it.

"This is the last time you'll lay a hand on someone!" Tyrion warned, pointing at Cersei with lingering fear.

Varys said, "This is clearly a perfunctory attempt to refuse the marriage alliance."

Tyrion laughed. "It's just covering up gold coins. Anything that can be solved with money isn't really a problem."

"You really intend to agree?" Cersei couldn't believe her ears.

"It's not me who agreed, it's Father who has already agreed!" Tyrion corrected. "And as Prince Oberon requested, the Wheel Palace will be filled with gold coins, and Myrcella will sit on the pile of gold coins in Dorne!"
Two million gold dragons—that's several years' worth of taxes for Yangji City. Why shouldn't they agree to let Prince Daolang sit back and watch the show?

Besides, Oberyn is a man of his word; once the words are spoken, they cannot be taken back.

...

Pentos, the headquarters.

"Put some effort into it! Didn't you eat enough? I remember you ate a whole leg of lamb last night," Rahalo said, displeased.

"Damn it! I'll kill you!" Arya wanted to say, but what came out was "Yes, sir."

She took a velvet bath towel and vigorously rubbed Lahalo's back.

The kick Sam gave her still hurts a little; she thinks her ribs might be broken.

Laharo and Sam are two names she chants during her evening prayers, and one of them she has to bathe every day!
What an ironic joke fate had played on her!

She imagined the velvet towel as a sharp sword, with Laharo's face on its back, so that she could work even harder.

She couldn't help but glance at the razor on the table next to her.

With just one strike, he can take his enemy's life!

But she didn't dare.

Every time she entered, Rahalo's gaze would linger on her for a moment, as if he knew she would come in, that her head might be chopped off the moment she picked up the razor. She had no doubt that Rahalo could twist her head off in an instant.

Moreover, Lahalo's reaction speed was astonishing; she had seen him practice swordsmanship, and four or five people were no match for him.

Even if she could kill Lahalo, she wouldn't be able to escape.

Because there are countless ferocious Dothraki warriors in the governor's mansion, she will eventually be hung on a stake in the harbor.

Three thousand Westeros soldiers still hang there. It now has a name, Invaders' Wood, given by the commoners of Pentos. Anyone who wants to go from the city gates to the port will pass through there.

She didn't want to die; she wanted to return to the North alive to see Robb and Jon.

What's more, right now there's a dragon watching her from behind!
That's a dragon!
She was stunned when she first arrived!
She actually saw something that only existed in legends, and they were together every day!
Although it is only the size of a swan now, given time, it will grow into a mountain!

And not just one, Daenerys has three! If they all grew into a mountain, who in Westeros could stand against them?

Aegon the Conqueror conquered Westeros with only three dragons and two thousand men, but Harlow had not only four dragons but also an army of thirty thousand!

If only she could tame a dragon, she would fly back to Winterfell and make everyone who bullied House Stark pay the price.

Its name is Migo, which is said to have been given to it by Lahalo in memory of a woman.

Do the Dothraki, though barbarians, also have feelings and miss someone?

She had considered running away, but it seemed like Migo had her eye on her. Migo was afraid of everyone except her.

So now she also acts as Migo's feeder, feeding him every hour.

The first time she ran out, Migo was hungry and pulled her back.

The second time she hid in the water tank, Migo flew over and stood on the lid, almost drowning her.

Only then did she realize that humans could not outrun dragons, nor could they escape their eyes and noses; none of the incantations Syrio taught her were effective against dragons.

Despite being only the size of a swan, Migo's sharp teeth can easily tear flesh apart, and a single bite can kill a sheep. She can't beat it.

She had free access to the commander's mansion, but no money to hire a boat to leave.

On one occasion, she met a northern sergeant named Jorah Mormont, who was about to travel to Astapor with gold.

When she saw the Northerner, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest; she was afraid Jorah would recognize her Northern accent.

She found a gold coin on the ground and was about to pick it up when she noticed a Dothraki warrior looking down at her. She had no choice but to put the coin back and pretend to be honest.

Looking back, being able to get close to Rahalo was a godsend, putting him one step closer to those who wanted to kill him. It was really hard to just run away like that!
As long as you can stay by your enemy's side every day, you will eventually get the perfect opportunity for revenge!
Thinking of this, Arya unconsciously increased the pressure on her hand, which caused a sharp pain in her ribs. She frowned and subconsciously touched that spot.

Rahalo turned his head and asked, "Are you stuffed from eating too much lamb leg?"

"nothing."

"Is someone bullying you?"

She shook her head, then nodded.

Rahalo pinched her face, staring at her. "Tell me. This isn't a request, it's an order."

“He’s a sailor from the port.” Arya grimaced, feeling her face swollen from being pinched, even more painful than her ribs. She quickly added, “His name is Sam.”

A cold glint flashed in Lahalo's eyes as he stood up, water droplets sliding down his wheat-colored skin.

"follow me."

In less than ten minutes, Rahalo was dressed, mounted his black warhorse, grabbed Arya by the collar, lifted her onto the horse, and made her sit in front of him.

"To the port."

Rahalo gave the order to the two Dothraki warriors behind him, and they immediately followed. The three horses and four men galloped toward the city gate.

(End of this chapter)