Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 390 Bracelet

  The white dragon landed on the square in front of the Yronwood family castle, setting off a cloud of dust that covered the sky.

   Earl Cletus Yronwood held his breath, letting the scorching wind blow on his face, his heart filled with awe.

   "Your Majesty Caesar, welcome to Yronwood City!" After the hot wind subsided, Earl Cletus bowed and said loudly.

  Samwell jumped off the white dragon's back, stepped forward to hold Earl Cletus's arm, and said with a smile:

   "Count Cletus, your father boasted to me about your bravery when he was alive. When I saw you today, you are really extraordinary."

"Your Majesty, you are honored. The defeat of the Martell family this time is thanks to your help. If you hadn't sent troops to seal the Green Blood River, cut off the food and grass in Sunspear City, and the captives in the riverlands and valleys broke out in rebellion, I am afraid that soon The Tire family will not surrender so quickly."

   "How is Sunspear City now?"

"It has been controlled by captives in the riverlands and valleys, but there is a serious shortage of food in the city. The situation is very bad. Princess Arianne put down her arms and surrendered because she knew she was powerless to quell the chaos. Her request was that we immediately support Sunspear City and stabilize the city. situation."

  Samwell pondered for a while and asked:

   "How do you think the Martell family should be dealt with?"

   Count Cletus glanced at the Storm King beside him, and said after deliberation:

   "Your Majesty, I have agreed to Princess Arianne's request before, and I am preparing to send troops to Sunspear City. And... I am going to marry Princess Arianne."

  Samwell stopped when he heard this, and turned his head to look into the other person's eyes.

   Count Cletus panicked for no reason, and quickly explained:

   "Your Majesty, I know that I am already engaged to your sister, but... in order to stabilize Dorne, I am afraid I can only break the contract."

  Samwell still didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

   Earl Cletus's forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and he said again:

   "Your Majesty, my cousin Sir Archibald will marry your sister in my stead. He is a knight more handsome and brave than me, and he is worthy of Miss Tara.

  Your Majesty, please understand that I married Princess Arianne only to successfully take over the authority of Dorne. After all, the Martell family has a prestige that other families in this land cannot match.

  You can rest assured that after we get married, I will kneel down to you with her. "

   Seeing that Samwell was still silent, Earl Cletus became more and more flustered, and quickly said:

   "If you want, we can also give up titles such as prince and princess, accept the title of duke, and swear to be loyal to the Caesar family forever."

   "Cletus." Samwell finally spoke, "It is not a decent thing to repent of a marriage. And have you forgotten that Arianne killed your father with her own hands."

"Yes, yes, that's what you taught me." Earl Cletus finally heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party spoke, and his attitude was not too bad, "Of course I haven't forgotten my father's hatred, but for the stability of Dorne, I This difficult choice has to be made. I hope you can understand. If you need any compensation, please feel free to ask."

  Samwell looked at the young earl playfully for a while before saying:

   "You broke the heart of my sister Tara when you regretted the marriage, so you must apologize to her personally."

   "Of course, of course. I will kneel in front of Miss Tara and beg for her forgiveness." Earl Cletus was delighted in his heart. Caesar's conditions were simpler than he imagined, and he was ready to accept the other party's big mouth.

did not expect…

   "I will always remember your tolerance! Donne will always be loyal to the Caesar family!"

   As he spoke, Earl Cletus once again bowed solemnly.

   It's a pity that he bent down and didn't see the cold light flashing in Caesar's eyes.

  Samwell reached out to help Earl Cletus up, with a smile on his face again, as if he no longer minded the other party's breaking the contract:

   "Is Arianne in the city?"

"Here I am."

   "She agreed to marry you?"

"I haven't asked yet." Earl Cletus smiled. "After all, I want to ask for your consent first. As long as you agree, does the Martell family have any other options? Since Princess Arianne surrendered voluntarily, it means She has seen the situation clearly and I believe she will not refuse our offer."

  Samwell smiled meaningfully and said:

   "You'd better ask her opinion."

   "Yes, Your Majesty." Earl Cletus graciously led Samwell into the castle. "We specially prepared a sumptuous dinner, and I hope you will be satisfied."

  In the small room on the top floor of the castle, Princess Arianne was sitting on the carpet without any image, drinking wine.

  The room is bright and tidy. There is a cyvasse chessboard on the mahogany table, but the chess pieces on it are thrown all over the floor. There were also lemons and roasted leg of lamb on the table, as well as raisins and dragon peppers, but Princess Arianne obviously didn't touch these foods, and only took red wine.

   A bottle of wine was quickly drunk, Princess Arianne got up unsteadily, and stood by the window. The windows facing east were open, and one could see the blue Dornish Sea and the dusky dunes.

  Princess Arianne looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, and suddenly burst into tears.

   It must be that the wind and sand are too strong. she thought.

  Close the window, and Princess Arianne threw herself on the feather bed, staring at the empty ceiling in a daze.

   After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door.

  Princess Arianne thought it was the servant delivering food, so she didn't respond.

  A moment later, the maid pushed the door in and said:

   "Your Highness, please take a bath and cleanse yourself, and you will attend the dinner of the Earl later."

   "Dinner?"

   "Yes. His Majesty the Storm King Caesar is coming to Yronwood City. Your Excellency the Earl has specially prepared a welcome dinner for this occasion. You are invited to attend."

  Princess Arianne's gaze finally came into focus, she sat up from the bed suddenly, her brain was dizzy due to the speed.

   Slowed down, she said: "Okay, serve me to take a bath."

   "Yes, Your Highness."

  Wait for the maid to prepare the hot water, Princess Arianne took off her gauze skirt, let loose her long hair, and slid into the bathtub like a mermaid, immersing her exquisite and delicate body in the hot water at a suitable temperature.

  The warm pool water is like the embrace of a loved one, and the anxiety and panic in Princess Arianne's heart gradually fade away.

  In the dense mist, she seemed to see the face of her father, Prince Doran, crying blood.

   There are also uncle Prince Oberyn, brother Quentin... and countless Dornishmen, their eyes are cold, and they want to speak, but they can't hear anything clearly.

  Princess Arianne tightly closed her eyes, with tears hanging from her long eyelashes.

   It wasn't until the maid reminded her that she stood up and walked out of the bathtub.

  The maids dried her body and hair for the princess, put her hair back in a bun, and put on a sleeveless silk dress and sandals woven with sedge.

   "Your Highness, please follow us."

   "Wait a moment." Princess Arianne walked to the bed, rummaged through her jewelry box, and took out an exquisite gemstone bracelet.

   This was a gift from her uncle, Prince Oberyn, on her bar mitzvah.

   "From today onwards, you are a big girl." She remembered her uncle saying, "You must have your own weapons."

  Yes, this is the weapon given to her by her uncle.

   Deadly weapons.

   There are more than a dozen gemstones strung on the bracelet, one of which is crystal clear, as if some kind of liquid is flowing inside.

  Princess Arianne put the bracelet on her wrist, silently chanting the clan language of the Martell family—

  Unyielding, unyielding, unyielding.

  Her eyes became firmer and colder.

   "Let's go." Princess Arianne turned her head, showing a charming smile again.