Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 27 Major Diplomatic Incident
"The Sand Snakes of Dorne? They truly live up to their reputation!"

Rhaharo praised, grasping Nymeria's wrist and twisting it gently to snatch the dagger away.

Nymeria's wrist hurt, but she didn't show any pain on her face. Instead, she showed a provocative smile, pulled out another dagger from her thigh, and stabbed it at Rahalo's waist like lightning.

Rhaharo quickly stepped back, using his arm's length to slash Nymeria's cheek with the dagger.

Nymeria was shocked and leaned back quickly, but her cheek was still cut by the dagger. A trace of blood seeped out and slowly flowed down her delicate face, adding a bit of charm.

"You're more interesting than I thought."

Nymeria licked the blood from the corner of her mouth and gave a seductive smile.

Rhaharo didn't fall for it. He stepped forward, grabbed Nymeria's wrist, snatched the dagger away again, and with his left hand, he grabbed the back of her collar and lifted her up, slamming her against the wall of the alley.

"Boom..."

Namelia was knocked dizzy and her attack slowed down. She twisted her body and struggled hard. Her leather jacket was squeezed and deformed, and the leather was about to come out, showing more seductive curves.

"Perhaps, we can communicate in other ways..."

Nymeria raised her head and rubbed it. If she couldn't take Rahalo by force, then she would take the juice!

Rhaharo was tall, and in comparison, Nymeria was like a little lamb. He leaned close to her ear, and his warm breath sprayed on her earlobe, making her feel numb.

"Don't move, little viper, or I might do something bad..."

He unbuttoned Nymeria's leather jacket and groped her body slowly.

Nymeria's eyes widened in horror, and she twisted her body, trying to break free from Rhallor's control.

But her strength was not enough in front of Laharo, and she seemed to be trying to resist but also to welcome him.

Laharo's claws kept wandering over her body, searching her waist, thighs, and even her boots, pulling out daggers and throwing them one by one on the ground.

Finally, he took out a small medicine bottle from somewhere, still warm from body temperature.

Just as Laharo was about to ask if it contained some kind of poison or antidote, he saw two lines of blood suddenly flow from Nymeria's nose, her eyes rolled back, and her body gradually became limp.

"This little bitch actually used poison?"

Rhaharo lifted Nymeria onto his shoulder and slapped her hard, causing her round leather pants to ripple. "It's okay, I wasn't the one poisoned anyway."

...

Rhaharo carried Nymeria back to the courtyard prepared for him by Prince Doran, and the scene before him made him gasp.

The ground was in a mess, with scattered clothes and broken wine jugs everywhere, mixed with shiny gold coins.

There were three women stacked on the table. Lazar was enjoying himself, but Rahalo was shocked.

He hurried over and heard the sound, only then did he realize that they were alive. He immediately felt relieved, picked up a wine glass from the table, and threw a few gold coins into it.

"You are lucky. The man behind you is richer than the king of the Seven Kingdoms." Lahalo said this with reason and evidence. He did not have millions of loans on his back.

"Of my blood, I have given enough to the Golden Dragon as you commanded!"

Lazar explained, and when he saw Laharo carrying a beautiful woman, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly felt that these three women were not attractive. "You brought back the spoils too?"

"This is not a trophy! This is Prince Doran's niece!" Rahalo said unhappily.

"Can you give her to me as a reward?" Lazar was unwilling to give up.

"roll!"

"Oh!"

Rahalo pushed Lazar away, walked into the room, and threw Nymeria onto the bed. Her soft body hit the bed heavily, and she let out a weak moan.

She only had a bottle of potion on her, and I don't know if it was the antidote, but she drank it all anyway. Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God.

However, she hasn't died yet, and her nosebleeds have stopped, so she probably won't die. But we can't just let it go. She looks okay, she's good-looking, maybe a good 90%, so why not take advantage of her while she's hot?

Forget it. Red Viper is a nice guy, so I have to say hello to him first.

How about just leaving a note?

Is this considered diplomacy for the country?

I have to be cautious whether to go in or not. While I was thinking about it, I heard a burst of hearty laughter coming from outside the door.

When Laharo walked out of the room, he saw a middle-aged man already in the center of the courtyard.

The man was wearing a dark red robe with the Martell family emblem of the red sun and golden spear embroidered on his chest. He had shiny black hair dotted with a few strands of silver, a widow's peak between his eyebrows, and a pair of deep eyes that seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

I think this should be the famous "Red Viper" Prince Oberyn Martell.

The person who came was indeed Oberyn. When he learned of Arianne's test plan, he felt a strong sense of unease in his heart.

Isn't this nonsense?

What if Laharo really meant it?
Nymeria was as notorious as he was, and his fighting skills were personally trained by her. She was proficient in sneak attacks, assassinations, and had unpredictable poison skills.

Rhahalo was completely unaware of the test plan, and the Dothraki preferred to fight with real weapons and never understood the horror of poison. Oberyn was worried that he would suffer at the hands of Nymeria.

If Rhallor is humiliated in Dorne, it will not only damage the reputation of the Martell family, but will also cause immeasurable damage to the friendship between Dorne, Dothraki, and even the Targaryens. In serious cases, it may even trigger a war!
So Oberyn hurriedly said goodbye to Arianne and rushed all the way to Rhallor's residence.

Fortunately, Laharo hasn't left yet.

"Khal Rahalo!"

Oberon's voice was extremely magnetic. He walked up to Laharo, bowed slightly, and touched his chest with his right hand.

This was the first time he met Laharo, and he thought he was the kind of rude, barbaric, and ferocious-looking burly man he had always imagined. However, he didn't expect that after meeting him, his imagination was completely overturned.

Young and handsome, his obsidian eyes reveal a shrewd and capable temperament.

Rhallor stared at Oberyn with a piercing gaze. "It is I, Your Excellency the Red Viper. Or should I address you as Prince Oberyn?"

The Dothraki show respect in a very different way than in Westeros, preferring direct eye contact, even clashing weapons or touching foreheads.

However, these etiquettes are often seen as provocations or signals for a duel in Westeros.

Besides, Laharo didn't know Oberon's orientation, and if it caused any misunderstanding, it would be a big trouble.

Fortunately, Oberyn had traveled for many years and had an understanding of different cultures, so he naturally understood the customs of the Dothraki.

In addition, Oberon had always felt that he and Laharo were like-minded, and when he saw him at this moment, his favor for him increased even more, and there was a bit more admiration in his eyes.

"Red Viper or Prince, it's just a title. Just call me Oberyn.

Lord Rhallor, Sunspear is a beautiful place with warm and hospitable residents, but it is not always safe for strangers who are unfamiliar with the place."

Rhallor didn't understand the hidden meaning in his words and responded automatically: "The Dothraki are not afraid of danger, and my scimitar can also deal with danger.

I even found some craftsmen at the market today, so it seems Sunspear is still safe."

Hearing this, Oberon asked worriedly, "You went out? When did you come back?"

"Just got back a while ago. Sunspear City is indeed a great place, full of talented people. This trip was quite fruitful."

After hearing this, Oberon's heart was filled with alarm!

He originally thought that Rahalo had not gone out, so he came to remind him not to go out for the time being, so as not to run into Nymeria, but he did not expect that he had already returned and was unharmed.

Then he must find Nymeria and stop her from continuing her mischief!

(End of this chapter)