Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 23 Conqueror

Looking at Daenerys's changeable expression, Rhallor could probably guess what she was thinking.

If Viserys were killed now, a potential trouble would be eliminated, but the fact that she had killed her own brother would become a barrier between them and would accompany them for the rest of their lives.

Viserys is of House Targaryen descent and the nominal heir to the Iron Throne.

Rhallor planned to spare his life for the time being and make him a puppet as a pawn in the invasion of Westeros.

At least for now, it's more cost-effective to keep him alive than to kill him.

"Dany, Viserys is arrogant and foolish, but I will not kill him. However, he needs to learn his lesson."

"What are you going to do?" Daenerys couldn't help but ask.

"Let him be quiet. Hasn't he always wanted to return to Westeros? I will grant his wish and use his name to knock on the door of Dorne!"

After saying this, Laharo opened the curtain and walked out of the tent.

Daenerys hesitated, thought about it, and followed. She wanted to see for herself how Rhallor would deal with Viserys.

At this time, Viserys was pacing back and forth in his own tent, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

Seeing Rahalo walk in, he was horrified and forced a stiff smile. "Rahalo, Khal, I was just about to come find you. I have to explain something..."

Seeing the coldness in Rhallor's eyes, Viserys swallowed. "We are allies, aren't we? My sister is your wife, and we are the last of the Targaryen family. You can't live without me, just as I can't live without you..."

Before he could finish his words, Rhallor grabbed Viserys by the collar, swung his whole body half a circle in the air, and slammed it hard onto the animal skin carpet.

Viserys groaned, his internal organs seemed to squeeze together, and beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He kicked his legs and grabbed with his hands, trying to break free from Laharo's control, but all his struggles were in vain. It felt like there was a pair of iron clamps on his neck, and he couldn't breathe. Fragments of memories appeared in his mind, and fear surged into his heart like a tide.

"You'd better put yourself in the right place. Your Targaryen identity won't work with me." The voice was icy cold. While his consciousness was blurred, he could vaguely hear Rahalo continue.

"I have no business dealing with you and Drogo, but Dany is my prize, my Khaleesi. If you have any complaints, you can go to Drogo in the Nightlands and discuss it!
Lord Viserys, I am grateful for raising Dany, but from now on I will take good care of her and you don't have to worry about her.

If you want to continue living a peaceful life here, or even return to Westeros and look at that damn iron chair, I advise you to listen to me.

You have to do whatever I tell you to do. The only person you can count on now is me!
Also, if you dare to harass Dany again, even if you just say her name, I don't mind ripping out your intestines and feeding them to you.

I did something similar to Drogo. You saw it with your own eyes, so you won't forget it, will you?"

Rhaharo's hand exerted force again, and Viserys's breathing became more difficult. His lips turned from white to purple, and his eyeballs began to bulge outward. His struggle became weaker and weaker, until he completely collapsed like a dying catfish.

Rhallor watched Viserys's eyes grow dimmer and dimmer, then he let go of his hand.

Viserys lay on the ground, his mouth open, breathing in the fresh air greedily.

"I will help the Targaryens ascend the Iron Throne. Remember, this is not a deal, but a gift from me, Khal Rahlo!
Next, I will land in Westeros with the army you want, and your mission is to shut up and cooperate with me!" Rahalor promised to help the Targaryens ascend the Iron Throne. As for whether it would be Viserys, Dany, or Dany's child, only Rahalor had the right to decide.

He gave Viserys a cold glance and walked out of the tent without looking back.

Daenerys stood at the door of the tent, looking at the disheveled Viserys. She was breathing more than breathing in, but the fluctuations in her heart were not as great as she had imagined.

His position in her heart changed completely.

Khal Lagat was the nickname given to Viserys by the Dothraki, meaning the Chariot King, because he fell off his horse during the migration and became lame. He was unable to ride a horse for a long time and could only travel in a carriage.

The Dothraki look down on those who cannot ride horses.

Viserys had often said that their blood flowed with kings, the golden blood of old Valyria, the blood of proud dragons, noble conquerors.

Just now, he was conquered by Laharo.

And Laharo has become the only man she can rely on in her heart.

...

Half a month later, Dorne, Water Gardens.

The sunlight shone on the azure sea, making it look like countless diamonds dancing. Marble arches and colonnades surrounded the spacious courtyard, and the flower beds were filled with fragrant citrus trees and flowers, exuding a rich fragrance.

The gurgling water flows from the fountain into the pool. In the center of the pool, there is a carving of the scorching sun and spear of the Martell family, symbolizing their family motto, indomitable spirit.

Prince Doran Martell has been suffering from gout for many years and can no longer stand up and can only sit in a wheelchair.

At this moment, he sat in the shade of a tree, leaning on a cane carved with a sand snake pattern, his eyes calmly scanning the people coming, finally stopping at Viserys.

"Prince Viserys," he said, speaking in his characteristic Dornish accent, "you plan to return to Westeros and reclaim the Iron Throne. What role will we, House Martell, play in your grand vision?"

Viserys drew himself up straight, trying to look more commanding. "My lord, the Targaryens are closely related to the Martells. Your sister Elia is my sister-in-law. If you will support me, I will seek justice for our shared blood feud."

Prince Doran's sister Elia married Viserys's brother Prince Rhaegar. During the War of the Usurper, Elia and her two children were brutally murdered by Tywin Lannister. This was a common blood feud between the two families.

Viserys spoke eloquently, but Prince Doran listened without any reaction.

However, when Prince Doran looked past Viserys and looked at the tall figure behind him, his expression was thoughtful.

The man was very young, with a handsome face, well-defined muscles, and wheat-colored skin with a healthy glow. A scimitar with a unique shape hung at his waist, which gradually coincided with the news from Essos.

The Dothraki horse king who swept across the sea of ​​grass possessed exactly these characteristics.

He looked back at Viserys and gave him a polite smile. "Your Highness, it seems you didn't come to Dorne alone. For example, the man behind you, should I address him respectfully as Lord Kahle?"

(End of this chapter)