Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 154 Stables and Bedchamber

As night deepened, a full moon hung high above the castle, casting a silvery-white glow.

Vera sat alone on the haystack, the hay emitting a musty smell mixed with the stench of horse manure.

She looked around in the moonlight. Various horse harnesses hung on the stone walls, straw covered the ground, and a trough was filled with water.

The dew on the grass, the boundless sky, the sound of galloping warhorses, the scattered felt tents—she missed home.

An overwhelming sense of loneliness washed over her. She stroked the little life growing inside her, and her defenses finally crumbled. Tears streamed silently down her cheeks and dripped onto her slightly protruding belly.

"Kalish..."

Khaleesi, whose hair was as white as the moon, once told her that women must be as strong as steel, and that was what she did. But now, she felt like a drop of water in the desert, about to be swallowed up by the surrounding sand.

"Squeak..."

The stable door was pushed open, and Vera immediately wiped away her tears, instinctively reaching for the meat cleaver in her sleeve.

The person who appeared at the door was Garland. The moonlight gilded his silhouette with a silver edge. He was carrying a thick stack of blankets and a basket full of food, with an awkward yet obsequious smile on his face.

"Get away!" Vera turned her face away, not wanting him to see that she had been crying.

Garland shook his head and walked straight to her, sitting down beside her. "I will never leave you and the child alone here. From today onward, I will sleep in the stables until Father annuls the engagement."

He took out a blanket and draped it over Vera's shoulders, then took out a pot of hot sweet wine and two cups from the basket, poured one for Vera, and said, "Drink more. It will be cold at night."

After a while, Vera took the cup, and the warmth spread from her fingers to her whole body.

The Dothraki didn't care how many women a man had, but she was pregnant and had traveled a long and arduous journey across the Narrow Sea. Who knew that she would finally meet her beloved at his engagement party? She was simply consumed by anger.

Seeing how much Galan fawned over her now, all the resentment she felt had vanished.

Garland hesitated for a moment, then tentatively reached out and gently touched Vera's belly. "Are we really having a baby?"

Vera nodded, smiling at him for the first time: "It's been three months. Kao said he will always bless this child."

"How has Lajalo been lately?"

"He said that if you dare to mistreat me, he will chase you to the ends of the earth and eventually kill you."

“Hehehe,” Garland chuckled dryly, then changed the subject, “I’ll talk to my father tomorrow. If he doesn’t agree, we’ll leave Highgarden. Velas will help us, and so will Margaret.”

"Are you really willing to give up everything for us?" Vera looked up into his eyes. "Give up your family, your title?"

Garan gazed into her eyes and said, slowly and deliberately, "I will prove to you that we Andari people also understand loyalty."

Vera smiled happily, closed her eyes, and nestled against Garland. The two shared each other's warmth and told their stories until the moon sank and the stars dimmed.

...

Margaret's bedroom.

A gold rose tapestry woven with blue and gold thread hangs on the white wall, and colorful flowers are placed in a vase by the window, emitting a faint fragrance.

Margaret sat on the large velvet satin bed, applying makeup in front of the mirror.

Her brown curly hair fell smoothly to her waist, like waves of ripe wheat in a river bend. She picked up a strand of hair from her temple and tucked it behind her ear, revealing her long, fair neck.

She wore a light green silk nightgown with delicate rose embroidery along the edges and a neckline made of lace, exuding a youthful vibe.

A pair of long, slender legs were revealed beneath the skirt, with smooth, elastic skin, delicate ankles, and beautifully curved toenails as smooth as seashells.

She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed softly.

Marrying Renly means being destined to be alone for the rest of her life.

"Squeak..." Hearing the door open, she looked up and saw Lan Li push the door open and stagger in, which surprised her for a moment.

Since their marriage, the time they spend alone together can be counted in minutes, and this is the first time he has come to her room alone.

Lan Li slammed the door shut behind him, his face clouded with gloom, staring intently at her.

Margaret turned back to look at Lanley in the mirror and said softly, "Darling, you've had too much to drink."

Lan Li snorted and walked to the fireplace, his back to her. He picked up the fire tongs and poked at the firewood inside. "Tonight, I saw you chatting quite happily with that barbarian woman?"

Margaret blinked, maintaining a perfectly appropriate expression of confusion: "You mean my brother's lover? I was just being polite."

“Don’t play dumb, Margaret,” Renly suddenly emphasized, “you’ve been with her ever since she arrived, and your mouth hasn’t stopped talking!”

“She is not only my brother’s lover,” Margaery said calmly, “but she is also carrying the blood of the Tyrell family.”

Lan Li threw down the fire tongs and turned around abruptly, seemingly enraged by those words.

“Remember, Margaery, my dear,” he staggered to the bedside, “you are no longer Tyrell. You are now my wife, and you must understand to whom you should be loyal!”

“Of course I know my duty,” Margaret’s voice remained gentle, “but I think it would also be good for you to maintain friendly relations with the Dothraki.”

"They are a threat to the Seven Kingdoms!" Renly interrupted her rudely. "And you are the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms!"

After saying that, he turned back to the fireplace and continued fiddling with the firewood, as if he were afraid to face Margaret.

Margaret was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Declaring yourself king doesn't make you a true king. A king needs magnanimity... You seem different since you returned from Pentos."

Lanley suddenly stopped moving. He stood up, and in the firelight, his shadow covered most of the room.

Margaret realized she seemed to have said something wrong, but it was too late.

Renly remained with his back to her, lowering his voice and suppressing his anger, "I call you Queen because you are important to me. But I don't like you speaking to me like that, Margaret, nor do I like you disobeying me."

"I didn't mean to disobey you in any way..."

She had never seen Lan Li so distraught, and for a moment she couldn't find the right words to comfort him.

He was always charming and polite. Although they hadn't officially consummated their marriage, they maintained a facade of harmony and respect.

However, he seemed to transform completely whenever the Dothraki were mentioned. Was it really necessary to react like this after just one defeat?

Even though the Bendland was defeated by Laharlal, my father still lived a good life.

Lanley suddenly turned around, rushed to the bedside, grabbed Margaret's neck with his fingers like iron clamps, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"Never see that woman again, and never see any Dothraki man again!" His roar was forced from his throat. "I never want to hear the word 'Dothraki' from your mouth again. Do you understand?"

Margaret was so shocked she couldn't speak. She could hardly breathe, her doe-like eyes filled with fear, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She never imagined that the usually gentle and refined Renly would lay a hand on her!

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the corridor, followed by a knock on the door.

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Urgent military intelligence!” A rough female voice came from outside the door. It was Brienne Tarth, one of Renly’s Rainbow Guards.

Lanli released Margaret, straightened his robes, took a deep breath, and walked towards the door.

"what's up?"

When he opened the door, his voice returned to its usual gentle and refined manner.

Brienne knelt on one knee at the doorway and said urgently, "Urgent military news! The Dothraki have landed at Red Earth Watch!"

(End of this chapter)