Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 208 The End of House Baratheon

Red Dragon Rice Cake tilted its head back, its chest began to glow, and intense energy gathered in its throat.

The next instant, golden-red dragon flames poured out like a raging torrent!

The dragon flames were hotter than any human could imagine, and imbued with the power of ancient magic, enough to melt steel and vaporize bones instantly.

The surrounding air was instantly sucked away, the temperature rose sharply, and even the ground of the execution platform began to melt. The light was dazzling, as if it illuminated the entire world!

The moment Stannis was surrounded by dragonfire, he did not struggle; he simply stood there quietly, like a martyr answering the call of the gods.

The flames came quickly and went quickly.

A few seconds later, the dragon flames subsided, the smoke dissipated, and the shockwave calmed down.

Stannis Baratheon vanished without a trace, leaving not even a speck of ash, as if he had never existed. Only the glassy crystals on the ground testified to the horrific scene that had just unfolded.

The crowd remained silent, staring blankly at the execution platform.

Davos and Devon knelt down and wept uncontrollably.

He lost his king, his friend, the man who had promoted him from a smuggler to a knight, and then cut off four of his fingers for smuggling.

Lahalo paused for a moment, then proclaimed to the crowd, "Stannis Baratheon! Died a king! The world must remember this moment! He never knelt until his death!"

A gentle breeze swept across the scorched earth, carrying away the last wisp of smoke. Thus ended the reign of a great ruler, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, brilliant yet fleeting.

Thus, the Baratheon family vanished into the annals of history!

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A few days later, Braavos, Sea King's Palace.

As Thormo Frega looked at the snowflakes of defeat reports before him, and heard the shouts of the powerful figures outside the door and the gatekeepers of the Iron Bank, he forced a bitter smile, picked up the poisoned wine in front of him, and drank it all in one gulp.

A generation of heroes has come to an end.

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Meanwhile, on the Dothraki Sea, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves shook the earth.

After the Fifth Pampus War, the surrounding hostile forces were cleared away, and from Pentos to Vis Dothraki, the Karasa of Lahalo finally embarked on the road to conquer the Grass Sea to the east!
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Meanwhile, in King's Landing.

Seagulls circled and cried over the dock, the tide lapped against the stone steps, splashing up salty water, and the sound of horses' hooves pounding on the stone slabs came from afar, growing louder as it approached.

Margaery Tyrell looked stunning in a cloak woven from autumn flowers that billowed in the wind, revealing a green dress underneath.

As she passed through the cheering crowd, people shouted her name, held up their children for her blessing, scattered countless flower petals around her horse's hooves, and cheered and paid tribute to her.

A group of people had been waiting for a long time in front of the Red Castle gates.

Jaime Lannister, dressed in white robes, stood at the front. As captain of the Kingsguard, he was responsible for the safety of the royal family.

Besides these, there was also Grand Maester Paisell, Commander of the Capital Garrison Arnos Slint, knights of the Clayher family, representatives of the Swift family, Margaret also saw the Redwin brothers, as well as some nobles and lords whose names she did not know, and even grooms and maids. Everyone wanted to see this renowned Rose of Highgarden.

Margaery Tyrell dismounted and gracefully ascended the stone steps, her green velvet dress swaying behind her, but as she smiled and nodded to the crowd, a dull ache appeared in her lower abdomen.

The child was the fruit of her love with the man she had pledged her life to. That night, there were no political calculations; their love was pure and passionate. She would never regret it, but faced with the chaos in the river bend and the hatred for her father's murder, she would still act without hesitation.

"My lady, are you alright?" Dania nestled close to Margaery, her voice soft. This Myr woman had come to King's Landing as part of her entourage of friends and family.

“I’m fine,” Margaret smiled sweetly at her.

Her father collapsed in the High Court's banquet hall; the official explanation was cardiac arrest, but Littlefinger Petyr told her a different version in private.

The Duke of Mace died from Cersei Lannister's poison, a woman more dangerous than a viper, and one who would not tolerate anyone who threatened her power.

Margaret wanted Littlefinger to testify, but he refused.

Therefore, she had to find a way herself. She wanted to see the woman who killed her father pay the price and make the Lannister family pay for their blood debt!
…Having been in King's Landing for several days, Margaery arrived at the makeshift stands in the cathedral square and watched Joffrey stride confidently toward the arena.

He was wearing solid gold plate armor, and his lion helmet gleamed in the sunlight. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes; this idiot was about to put on another show.

“Come on! Who dares to spar with your king?” Joffrey shouted, glancing deliberately in Margaret’s direction.

Margaret had seen true warriors; those men didn't need golden armor or swords to display their majesty, just standing on the battlefield was enough to terrify their enemies.

“Sansa, what do you think of the King’s performance?” Margaery asked the red-haired girl beside her.

Sansa glanced around nervously and whispered, "He looks very brave."

For days, Margaery had grown accustomed to Sansa's cautiousness towards everyone. The poor child had been tormented in this castle for far too long.

Margaery remembered how reserved Sansa was when they first met. Later, they did needlework together, played Tile Go, and sang in the sanctuary.

Slowly, Sansa began to relax.

Lady Leoni taught her the harp, Lady Jaina shared gossip with her, and only in the quiet of the night would Sansa reveal her true smile.

When they went out on a falconry, Sansa even subtly warned her not to marry Joffrey.

Ah, what a brave girl.

Just then, Margaret saw Sir Alister Thorne reluctantly step out of the line. His gaze toward Joffrey was full of helplessness, like an adult coaxing a child into a game.

The duel begins.

Allist deliberately slowed down his movements, and each attack missed its vital points. Seeing his disgusted expression, Margaret almost burst out laughing.

Allist was defeated by Joffrey after revealing seven or eight openings, and he was panting heavily as he begged for mercy.

"I concede! Excellent swordsmanship, Your Majesty!"

Joffrey looked smug and glanced at Margaret again.

She smiled politely at him, then turned to the girl. "Sansa, I've been wanting to talk to you about Highgarden."

Sansa turned her head, asking curiously, "Highgarden?"

“My grandmother hired many singers, and they sang much better than here. We also had flute players, violinists, and harpists.”

Sansa's eyes lit up.

Margaret knew she was interested, so she added fuel to the fire, "Highgarden has the finest horses, and pleasure boats for cruising along the Mandeb River. By the way, do you know how to falcon?"

"I know a little,"

“Then you will love Highgarden just like I did, I just knew it.” Margaery tucked a strand of hair behind Sansa’s ear. “Once you get there, you won’t want to leave. And you won’t have to leave.”

“Oh, of course I would,” Sansa said.

Margaery had already planned it out: Sansa would marry Velas and become her real sister.

“My brother Velas will love you,” Margaret said. “He has a kind heart. He used to read to me when I was little and drew me star patterns. Although he injured his leg in a fight, he is the gentlest person.”

Sansa blushed. "When can I see him?"

“Soon,” Margaret promised, “after I marry Joffrey, I will send you to High Court.”

Seeing the light of hope in Sansa's eyes, Margaery felt a surge of warmth in her heart. This kind girl had endured so much suffering. In Highgarden, she would find a true home.

In the square, Joffrey raised his longsword, basking in glory like a victor. Everyone applauded and cheered for him, with Cersei sitting at the very front of the crowd, shouting the loudest.

Margaery could tell that Cersei truly believed her son was the most capable.

(End of this chapter)