Game of Thrones: Roar of the Dragon

Chapter 91 Anger sets a prairie fire
Storm's End, Lord's Hall.

The illiterate Lord Borros sat on the ancient Storm Throne, listening attentively as his maester read Jacaerys's letter.

"Jacaerys Velaryon is marrying my daughter?
Haha, these two parties finally understand the importance of our Baratheon family!"

"My Lord Duke, you have married Miss Floris to Prince Emond."

The maester of Storm's End spoke up at the right time to remind his lord.

"So what? Don't I still have three daughters?

Not to mention Jacaerys, even the three brothers together are enough!"

Duke Boros waved his hand nonchalantly after hearing this, and then analyzed it seriously.

"Although Jacaerys won the Battle of Shipbreaker Bay, his supply fleet was burned by Vhagar.

Hehe, now he can only try his best to win my support to continue sailing.

In fact, no matter who sits on the Iron Throne, it will be the same for us Baratheons.

And since both sides have dragons, our best option is not to offend anyone and just try to gain as much benefit from them as possible!

Go tell the messenger that I agree to the marriage.

Let Jacaerys Velaryon come and discuss with me what benefits he can give me and the date of the wedding.

Um, no dragons!"

"Yes, Your Majesty the Duke!"

After the bachelor left, he conveyed Duke Borros's original words to the messenger.

At noon that day, Duke Boros received a report from his bachelor.

"My Lord, Jacaerys Velaryon is waiting outside the city gate with thirty Essos slaves."

"With thirty slaves? Do they have weapons?"

Duke Boros frowned when he heard this, sensing something was amiss.

"Without any weapons, these slaves were naked, wearing only shorts, and carrying many boxes and barrels."

"Did you check what it was?"

This scholar had also been with Duke Boros for a long time and was well aware of his lord's character.

He nodded immediately and replied, “I took the soldiers out of the city and checked thoroughly. Those boxes contained varying numbers of gold dragons and silver deer.

The wooden barrel was filled with wine. I tasted it and although it tasted a bit strange, it was indeed wine.

Jacaerys said that those seem to be famous wines from Tyrosh."

"Did he bring a dragon?"

"No, but we saw two dragons, one large and one small, hovering high above Storm's End."

After listening to the report from his own scholar, Duke Boros's previous doubts immediately disappeared.

He sneered with some disdain: “Hehe, Jacaris let the dragon fly in the sky, probably because he was worried that I would trample on the rights of the guests.

Stupid guy!
How could an ancient noble family like us, with noble blood, do something that is despised by both humans and gods?"

"You are right, Your Excellency the Duke. Shall we invite them in now?"

"Well, by the way, call my three... no, four daughters over."

"As ordered!"

When Jacaerys, surrounded by a group of Baratheon guards, stepped into the lord's hall, Duke Borros and his four daughters were already waiting for him.

"My Lord Duke, I send my mother's greetings to you!"

"Boy, I don't have that much time to get close to you, just say whatever you want to say!"

Duke Borros addressed Jakaris in a senior manner and showed an impatient look.

This was his negotiation skill, showing no interest in the marriage at all in exchange for greater benefits.

Of course Jacaerys understood, otherwise this fence-sitter duke would not have called his own daughters over.

“Your Excellency the Duke has a very straightforward character, just like me.

I have already stated my purpose in my previous letter, and I am here just to show my sincerity."

clap clap!

As Jacaerys clapped his hands, six naked Unsullied, wearing only tight shorts, came forward carrying three large boxes.

As soon as the lid of the box was opened, the box was filled with gold and silver coins.

"Here are coins worth five thousand gold royals. It's a small gift from me to His Excellency the Duke.

If our two families marry, I will cut off the heads of Alicent, Aegon, Aemond and others.

I will also give the Dorne March to the Duke!"

If these gold and silver only made Duke Borros feel one-tenth excited, then the Dorne Border would directly fill the remaining nine-tenths.

For nearly a thousand years, the Dornish borderlands have been repeatedly fought over by the Stormlands, the Reach, and Dorne.

If Jacaerys can truly fulfill his promise, the strategic depth of the Stormlands will at least double.

"Are you speaking for yourself or your mother?"

"All of them! My Lord Duke, I may be a 'boy', but I am also the king of the Narrow Sea and the Stepstones.

I made a promise and I will definitely fulfill it.

Of course, the prerequisite is that I complete the things I just said!"

"Very well, I promise you.

Jacaris, these are my four daughters, you may choose whichever you please.

Floris is my most beautiful daughter, do you like her?"

After hearing what Jakaris said, Duke Borros' attitude and even his way of addressing her changed instantly.

“Father, Floris is engaged to Prince Aemond.

Lord Jacaerys, I am Maris Baratheon.

I can try my best to help you achieve what you just said."

As soon as Duke Boros finished speaking, the most ordinary-looking of the four girls immediately spoke up to recommend herself.

Her words made Duke Boros's face suddenly ugly, but the girl didn't care, she just stared at Jakaris with sharp eyes.

"Your Excellency the Duke, then I will choose Miss Maris."

"Okay, that's it. Well, it should be lunch time soon. Someone, go and invite Lady Elena and all the lords and ladies to the banquet hall.

Let's hold an engagement party for Jakaris and Maris today!"

"Yes, Your Majesty the Duke!"

……

The Baratheons were a very proud family, and the floor of the banqueting hall at Storm's End was covered with thick carpets embroidered with crowned stags.

Black ribbons with gold-plated stag crowns were hung everywhere.

Duke Boros sat in the middle of the long table, with his wife Lady Elena, four daughters, and Jacaris sitting on his left and right.

Of course, Jakaris was sitting with Maris, who was about to be engaged.

Guests gathered under the platform, most of them were nobles from the collateral line of Baratheon, and a small number were important officials of Storm's End.

The musicians in the corner of the banquet hall were playing cheerful music, and everyone was toasting each other, making it look extremely lively.

Maris put a grape into her mouth and inadvertently glanced at the untouched food on Jacaris's plate beside her.

She leaned forward and whispered, "Why? Are you worried that the food and wine might be poisonous?

It's really cautious, but you can rest assured.

You came to our Storm's End and accepted the food, which means that your guest rights are in effect. My father will never violate this sacred law!"

"No, I'm just not hungry!"

Maris was very satisfied with Jacaris who was about to get engaged. She deliberately found some topics to talk about, "Jay, what's the eagle whip around your waist for?"

"Haha, this is the spoils I captured in Essos. Now it can be considered my weapon!"

Jacaerys answered casually, then suddenly stood up and said to Duke Boros who was sitting in the middle of the table,

“Your Excellency the Duke, I specially brought Tyrosh’s most famous pear brandy.

Tyroshi has now disappeared into history, and this should be the last of Tyroshi's famous wines.

I'm so happy today, let everyone have a taste!"

Upon hearing this, the slightly tipsy Duke Boros laughed and replied, "Okay! I want to try this Tyroshi wine to see if it tastes good.

The golden wine from Qingting Island is still the best. "

After getting consent, Jacaerys directly called in the thirty Unsullied that he had brought in as slaves.

Each of them carried a wooden barrel that looked like a beer barrel, and they were divided into three rows and evenly distributed throughout the banquet hall.

Squeak!

Standing at the only exit of the entire banquet hall, Jakaris closed the iron-clad oak door of the hall on the pretext of giving a mysterious gift.

Boom boom boom!
He knocked on the door with the Unsullied Command Whip in his hand, silencing the banquet hall.

Jacaerys looked around, smiled, and said in the Common Language: “I believe that all of you here are closely connected to the Baratheon family and are proud of it.

So, my gift to you is, as the Baratheon tongue says, 'Rage on the Fields!'"

Just as everyone was puzzled by this inexplicable statement, Jacaerys raised his whip and commanded in High Valyrian,

"Unsullied, knock over the barrels in your hands!"

Wow!
The thirty Unsullied throughout the banquet hall overturned the wine barrels in their hands without any hesitation after hearing the order.

The guests were immediately covered in the fine brandy, and a lot of it was absorbed by the thick carpet on the floor.

"Hey, how was this wine poured?"

"My clothes are black velvet, damn slave of Essos."

"Shh, this wine tastes a bit weird!"

Maris, who was sitting on the dais, saw the strange behavior of the Unsullied, and suddenly her mind flashed back to what she had said to Jacaerys before.

The guest's rights take effect only when the guest accepts the host's food or wine.

And Jacaerys never ate a bite of food or drank a sip of wine since he arrived...

Bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, Jakaris slapped a wall lamp next to him to the ground.

Hey!
The flame from the wall lamp instantly ignited the pear brandy on the ground.

Although the alcohol content of this Tyroshi distilled liquor is not as high as the white wine in the previous life, Jakaris has added some ingredients to it in advance.

The distinctive blue flames spread rapidly along the ground, and the thick carpets embroidered with crowned stags were the perfect fuel.

what! ! !
The raging flames covered the entire banquet hall in a very short time, and the Baratheon collateral relatives and officials turned into screaming human torches.

Duke Boros shouted in panic to his guards to lead him to the entrance of the banquet hall.

But Jacaerys had already summoned thirty Unsullied to the gate, blocking the only way out.

The thirty Unsullied were all covered in flames, but they felt nothing and remained firmly in place until they were completely burned.

The flames were merciless. Duke Borros, his wife, and daughters kept swearing and cursing Jacaerys before they were burned to death.

But he turned a deaf ear to it, after all, he had heard it too many times.

Compared to the Tyrosh and Myr people before, the people of Westeros seem particularly civilized.

Boom boom boom!
Outside the banquet hall, a Baratheon guard heard the noise and wanted to come over and knock on the door.

But as the temperature rose, the iron oak door became scorching hot.

Not only could they not continue to ram the door with their bodies, in the end they couldn't even get close to the door of the banquet hall.

After a while, there was no sound in the hall.

Squeak!

Suddenly, the iron-clad oak door that was burned red by the flames opened from the inside.

Jacaerys, his clothes all burned, walked out of the raging flames. (Dragon Mother's picture is not allowed, you can search it on Baidu)
call out!
clang!
A Baratheon guard holding a bow and arrow was so nervous that he subconsciously loosened the bowstring.

The sharp arrow hit Jacaris' forehead, but was bounced off.

This scene made the Baratheon guards outside the banquet hall open their eyes wide, and they had no idea whether Jacaerys was a human or a ghost.

The atmosphere has been created to this extent, how could Jakaris not know how to make use of it?
He opened his hands and shouted solemnly:

"I am Jacaerys Velaryon, Lord of the Narrow Sea and the Stepstones, Burner of the Sea, Destroyer of Tyrosh, Conqueror of Myr, Lord of the Emerald Dragons, the True Dragon!
Now, lay down your weapons, kneel and pledge your allegiance to me.

Otherwise, you will also suffer the wrath of the True Dragon!"

bang bang bang!
Seeing Jacaerys standing in the sea of ​​fire and taking an arrow with his head without any damage,
The group of Baratheon soldiers looked at each other, dropped their weapons, and knelt down to kowtow devoutly.

(End of this chapter)