Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 143 Daenerys's Rejection

In the evening, Daenerys was teasing Viserion in the room.

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At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a maid came in and reported: "Madam, a man who calls himself Quentin Martell wants to see you. He said he is the son of Prince Dorne Doran."

After hearing this, Daenerys raised her eyebrows slightly, and after a moment's thought, she ordered her maid, "Go and call Brienne over, and make arrangements in the reception room. I will go see him."

Daenerys was a little confused. There had never been much contact between the Stepstones and Dorne. Both sides had always tacitly shared the tolls. But since the outbreak of the war, first Margaery of the Tyrell family came here, and now the Martell family of Dorne. For some reason, these families have flocked here during this period. She patted Viserion gently, stood up, adjusted her skirt, and walked towards the reception room.

The sunset outside the window is like brocade, making Daenerys's figure more mysterious and charming.

Daenerys walked into the reception room accompanied by Brienne in armor. The light in the reception room was dim and soft, and Quentyn Martell was already waiting there.

Quentyn Martell is tall and has typical Dornish appearance. His skin is olive-colored, which is the result of long-term exposure to the scorching sun of Dorne. It is like smooth bronze and exudes a healthy color.

He was wearing a satin robe commonly worn by Dornish lords, with long sleeves fluttering in the wind and a jeweled belt tied around his waist. As he leaned forward, the densely decorated or inlaid polished copper pieces, shiny silver, and soft red gold shone in the dim light.
Upon seeing Daenerys, Quentyn immediately bowed deeply and introduced himself solemnly: "Excuse me, Your Highness Daenerys, I am Quentyn Martell, and I come to see you on behalf of Dorne."

Daenerys nodded slightly and said politely, "Welcome, Quentyn Martell of Dorne." Her eyes were filled with dignity and curiosity as she asked, "What brings you here this time?"

Quentyn Martell looked solemn as he pulled out an exquisite metal cylinder from his bosom. He carefully took out a piece of parchment from it, handed it to Daenerys, and said, "Dorne and the Targaryen family have always had a deep friendship. My aunt Elia Martell was married to your brother Rhaegar Targaryen. Dorne has always been loyal to the true dragons of the Targaryen family. This piece of parchment is the agreement between the two families many years ago, agreeing that I from Dorne and you from the Targaryen family will marry to continue this deep friendship and loyalty."

Daenerys took the parchment handed to her by Quentyn Martell, read it carefully several times, and then returned it to Quentyn Martell without hesitation, and refused resolutely: "I'm sorry, Quentyn Martell of Dorne, I am already engaged to Gawen Belleris. Moreover, I still have doubts about the authenticity of this engagement. Even if it is true, I will never marry you." Her voice was firm and powerful, leaving no room for maneuver, and no one would question it.

When Quentyn Martell heard this, his face was instantly filled with disappointment. He never expected that the other party would refuse so straightforwardly: "Don't you want to take back the throne that originally belonged to you? Now that you have a dragon, plus Dorne's full support, we will surely help you regain the Iron Throne."

Daenerys frowned slightly, looking displeased, and said, "I firmly believe that my fiancé Gavin will help me get back everything I have lost. The outside world does not know that even my dragon was obtained by Gavin. You are now in his territory, and trying to marry his fiancée is a great insult to him. Considering that you may not know the inside story, I can let go of your rude behavior. Tomorrow, I will arrange a ship to send you back to Dorne." After that, Daenerys turned around resolutely and was about to leave.

Seeing this, Quentyn Martell said hurriedly, "Dorne has another generous compensation for Ser Gavin Belleris. My sister Arianne Martell will marry him, and Dorne will also make corresponding concessions in trade routes and give full support to Ser Gavin's war in Essos." After hearing this, Daenerys's face suddenly became gloomy, and she said coldly, "Gavin will not agree. If you insist, you can wait here for him to come back, but I don't recommend you to do this. His dragon has a bad temper." Then, she ignored the other party and turned away resolutely.

Daenerys and Brienne walked slowly down the long, silent corridor.

"One after another, they're all trying to snatch Gavin! Dorne has a good idea, taking advantage of the war in the Stepstones to gain benefits." Daenerys complained angrily.

Brienne, who was standing by, said, "Your Highness, you must understand the appeal of dragons. Anyone who rides a dragon has the potential to become a conqueror like your ancestors. But in my opinion, you don't need to worry too much. Lord Gawain will definitely not agree to Dorne's unreasonable request."

Daenerys sighed deeply and said, "I am not worried about Dorne. I am worried about Margaery of the Tyrell family. They often exchanged letters before I came to the Stepstones. And you saw our meeting yesterday. Miss Margaery is so charming and difficult to deal with."

Brienne said, "I do not understand all this, but it seems to me that you have the dragon and the undisputed claim, and you are even more charming. Moreover, you are the legitimate betrothed of Lord Gawain."

After hearing this, Daenerys couldn't help but smile and said, "Perhaps I think too much. In fact, it is not without precedent for the Dragon King to marry multiple wives. My ancestor Aegon did the same." After thinking for a moment, she said, "Brienne, please arrange it. I want to have dinner with Miss Margaery tonight."

Brienne was a little confused when she heard Daenerys' words, but she still obeyed and said, "I understand. I'll do it now."

In the jewel-blue sky, there are a few white cotton-like clouds floating leisurely. Occasionally, flocks of seabirds flap their wings and fly by. The breeze blows gently, and the weather is so clear that it makes people feel happy.

Suddenly, a huge golden dragon rushed out from the thick clouds, its shining scales sparkling in the sunlight. The seabirds below were frightened by this sudden attack and flapped their wings in a hurry to avoid it.

Gavin, sitting on the dragon's back, looked down at the Island of Lis below and patted Chiying gently. Then, Chiying swooped down rapidly like a golden lightning.

(End of this chapter)