Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 153 Khal's Dowry

It took Olena a while to recover. She reached out and grabbed a passing servant. "I don't like leeks. Bring out the broth and serve the cheese."

"Cheese will come after the cake, madam."

"I can have it whenever I want. Bring me the cheese right now." The old woman turned to Vera and lowered her voice. "Is this child definitely Garland's?"

Vera's voice held a hint of annoyance, "I only ever opened my legs to Garland, believe it or not!"

Olena noticed her annoyance, brushed her hand across the back of hers, and softened her voice, "Child, do you know Garland? He's Highgarden's second son, with no right of inheritance, you know that, right?"

“I don’t care about any succession rights,” Vera’s anger subsided slightly. “On the Grass Sea, only the strong are qualified to lead the Karasa, and Galan is a strong man. He has proven himself on the Grass Sea.”

"I see," Olena said thoughtfully. "What did he do on the Grass Sea?"

“He earned Kao’s respect, and that’s enough.”

Olena nodded. On the other side, Garland and Mace seemed to be arguing fiercely about something, and then the Fosowie family members joined in, their faces red and necks bulging.

Margaret blushed slightly. "My brother told me that he once spent five hours taming a wild horse in the grasslands. My brother Velas was very envious. Could you tell me the story?"

Vera didn't hide anything and told the grandmother and granddaughter about Garland's experience, and Margaret's eyes lit up.

"At what age was Lahalo, the wild horse, tamed?"

Just then, Renly leaned in and let out a contemptuous sneer. "Barbarians are barbarians. I've heard the Dothraki even sleep with their horses?"

“Lanley, my dear,” Lady Olenna glanced at him and said casually, “why don’t you have a servant pour you a glass of wine? You look like you need to calm down.”

Renly's face flushed red, but he dared not contradict the old woman and could only silently accept the wine cup offered by the servant.

Vera scoffed, “The Dothraki treat their warhorses like brothers. Khal Drogo has not only tamed wild horses but also slain giant beasts. The Heracar pelt on my body was hunted by him personally. Khal Drogo is invincible, including you, Renly Baratheon.”

"Is this the legendary Heracles?" Margaret's eyes sparkled as she gently poked Vera's shawl with her finger. "She looks enormous."

Lanley downed his drink in one gulp and sneered, "Nothing special, a beast is still just a beast."

Olena waved her hand impatiently, showing no respect for the future king. "Ranley, don't act like a fighting cock, or your coat of arms will need to be changed." She pointed to the opposite side, "That's where the men talk."

Renly's face turned ashen as he turned to leave. Olenna withdrew her gaze from him. "Now, let's get down to business. Let's talk about you and Garland. What do you want?"

Vera looked directly into the old woman's eyes. "I just want my child to have a father."

“Of course,” Olenna said. “The Tyrells never abandon their bloodline. But you must understand that Garland has a responsibility and an obligation to consider the family. He cannot abandon the marriage simply because of personal feelings.”

"Did you ask him what he wanted to do?" Vera glanced at Garland, who was staring at her expectantly.

“His choice is not important. We can arrange comfortable accommodation for you and ensure that you and your child have enough to eat and wear. Garland can visit you often.”

“Heh,” Vera scoffed, “You Andari are so hypocritical.”

"So what do you want? Gold coins?"

Vera did not answer, but instead took a bulging leather bag from her waist and poured it onto the table.

Hundreds of gems tumbled out, rubies, sapphires, and emeralds, shimmering brilliantly in the candlelight.

The most eye-catching item is a ruby ​​the size of an egg, lying quietly in the center of a pile of gems, radiating a captivating luster.

At this moment, the entire room fell silent, and everyone's attention was drawn to the jewels.

“These are all part of the dowry that Kao gave me,” Vera said calmly. “I have more; I could even buy a castle and become a countess. But I only want Garland.”

“Heh heh, child,” Lady Olena said without even glancing at the jewels, “These jewels could indeed buy a castle, but you should know that only knights are qualified to live in a castle.”

“I know, so before I left, Khao told me that if I took a fancy to any castle, he would conquer it and use it as my dowry.” The atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly froze, and everyone’s face turned grim. Even Buttercake stopped singing and stared blankly at a chick in his hand.

That's outrageous! A mere maid dares to be this arrogant!

But thinking about it again, Laharo is the man who defeated Randyll and Robert, so it's not just empty talk for him to say something like that.

The old woman looked around, then her gaze returned to Vera's face, and she said slowly, "Child, I'm starting to like you."

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As the commotion of the banquet gradually subsided, Mace ordered everyone to leave and led the core members of the family and the Fosowie family to the study.

The fire in the fireplace blazed fiercely, reflecting the ever-changing expressions on everyone's faces.

“Absurd!” Mace paced back and forth in front of the fireplace. “A barbarian woman barging into my son’s engagement party, absurd!”

Jon Fossoway, who married Mace's sister Janna, was a very kind man, but now he couldn't help but look furious.

"This is not only absurd, but an insult to House Forsowary! Lord Mace, how does House Tyrell intend to resolve this matter?"

Leonie's eyes were filled with tears. "That barbaric woman ruined my engagement party!"

“This farce will surely end,” Mace said. “Lord Jon, Lady Leonie, on behalf of House Tyrell, I apologize to you. I swear to the gods, this matter will be properly resolved.”

"How do we resolve this?" Jon demanded. "Now, the entire Reach knows that House Fossoway has been humiliated!"

Margaery stood up, walked to Leonie's side, and softly comforted her, "My dear Leonie, we are all so sorry that this happened. But please believe that the Tyrell family will give you and your family ample compensation and respect."

Her words seemed to have some effect, and Leonie's sobs gradually subsided.

Olena tapped her cane: "It's getting late, how about we discuss this again tomorrow?"

Jon Fossoway gave Garland a cold glance, then turned to Mace: "Lord Tyrell, remember, the honor of House Fossoway cannot be bought with gold."

He took his daughter's hand, preparing to leave, but stopped at the doorway and turned back, saying, "As for that barbarian woman, I hope she can find a suitable place to spend the night. After all, Dothraki people are used to sleeping with horses, aren't they?"

After saying this, he left the study with Leonie. Vera was then brought in. Mace, his face ashen, cursed, "Garland! You've ruined the reputation of House Tyrell! House Forsowary is an important ally of ours!"

Olena sighed and suddenly said, "This child is pregnant, Inflatable Fish Lady."

Olena's words were like a thunderclap, and everyone's eyes widened as their gazes fell on Vera.

"What?" Mace shuddered.

“It’s been three months,” Olena repeated. “You’re going to be a grandfather.”

Garland's face lit up with surprise, and he hugged Vera tightly. "Is this true? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Vera snorted and shoved Garland away. "You're going to marry another woman, why should I tell you?"

Garland straightened his back. "Father, I love Vera, and she is pregnant with my child. Please annul the engagement! I will bear all the consequences myself!"

“How will you take responsibility?” Mace sneered. “I only care about the family’s interests! Now, I must find a way to appease the Fossovere family.” He looked at Eroye. “As for you, you can sleep in the stables tonight; it’s a good place for you.”

“Father!” Garland exclaimed in surprise, “You can’t treat Vera like this! She’s carrying my child!”

“I don’t care about that bastard!” Mace roared. “Now, take her to the stables, or she won’t even have a place to stay!”

Vera sneered, turned and walked away. "The Dothraki do indeed live with horses. A stable is a stable, it's better than living with the hypocritical Andari."

(End of this chapter)