Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 93 The First Battle
The headquarters of the guards.

The fireplace in the bedroom was burning brightly, but the atmosphere was as cold as the wilderness in the north.

Daenerys stood on the terrace, her long hair tied with a silver chain, her purple silk dress fluttering gently in the wind, highlighting her violet eyes.

She listened to Viserys's mad ramblings, remaining calm, at least on the surface.

Viserys paced back and forth in the chamber, his face flushed and his tone sharp, "Are you mad?
There are forty thousand men outside the harbor, and your great Sun and Star has only six thousand men! Robert's fleet will soon raze this city to the ground. Do you wish to be buried with him?"

Daenerys raised her chin stubbornly: "I will always stand on the side of Rhaelor. Wherever he is, I will be there."

"Of course you'll side with him! Because you've been brainwashed by that brute like a Dothraki mare in heat!"

"Rahalo can't lose. He knows what he's doing."

Viserys slammed the table, causing the candlestick to sway and the light to flicker.

"This is Robert Baratheon! He is the usurper who slaughtered our house, and he commands the royal fleet, with its ballistae and trebuchets! Your Sun and Star is a mere bandit on horseback, he possesses no warships!"

A flash of anger flashed in Daenerys's eyes, and it was unclear whether it was directed at Viserys or at the word "usurper".

"A Robert scares you like this! A true dragon wouldn't be afraid of a deer!"

Viserys's face twisted as he roared, "How dare you speak to me like that? Do you intend to wake the dragon? You should obey me, not a beast of the steppes!"

Ever since he was beaten up by Laharo, he has been very honest and rarely appears in public.

He thought he had been very restrained, but now was not an ordinary time, but a critical moment of life and death, so when he was angry, his sister should listen to him!

Balbo and Zacko stood at the door. They couldn't understand the conversation between the two people, but they could understand Viserys's expression.

Balbo placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, squinted his eyes at the dragon prince, and said to Daenerys in Dothraki:
"Khaleesi, this guy is too talkative. Do you need me to teach him a lesson?"

"No, there's no need." Daenerys took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Viserys looked at Daenerys's contemptuous expression, and the anger in his heart was completely ignited.

"If we don't run now, we'll all die!"

He wanted to rush forward and grab Dany, "That warmongering fool will die, and so will everyone who follows him!"

Before he could finish his words, Daenerys rushed towards Balboa and drew his scimitar!

"Curse my husband again," Daenerys pressed the tip of her knife against Viserys' throat, causing a trickle of blood to flow. "I promise that this sleeping dragon of yours will never wake up again!"

Viserys froze in place, his face pale, his lips trembling slightly, but he dared not say another word.

He had never seen his sister show such a ferocious expression. He was sure that Dany really dared to kill him now!

The two Dothraki at the door didn't understand, but they saw that their Khaleesi was no longer the girl dominated by her brother, but had grown into a real Khaleesi!

After a moment of stalemate, the scimitar drew an arc in the air and finally returned to Balbo's hand.

Without another glance at Viserys, Daenerys walked to the window, her eyes fixed on the street.

The night fades away, a ray of morning sun rises, darkness and light merge, and it is almost dawn.

During this time, she had a constant feeling that someone was secretly watching her, but the roof of the Commander's Mansion and the nearby alleys were guarded by warriors, making it impossible for anyone to get close. But the feeling of being watched lingered, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, making her restless.

The sea breeze blew Daenerys's silver-gold hair. Without even turning her head, she said coldly, "If I'm not leaving, you can't go anywhere! If you don't want to die, then go back to your room! Balbo, send him back to his room and keep an eye on him!"

Before he finished speaking, a dull sound of war drums came from the distant port, like rumbling thunder, shaking the soul!
...

In the morning light, the main warships of the Westeros fleet gathered at the mouth of the gorge. Masts formed a forest, huge four-pointed soft sails caught the full force of the wind, and from the top of the flagpole, the golden crown and stag banner fluttered.

"King Robert's Hammer" was the only large ship with 400 oars in the fleet. The crowded cabin was filled with a pungent smell of sweat. The 400 rowers shouted uniform calls and rowed in unison.

The hull of the ship is made of oak, and the sides and bow are covered with iron sheets. The bow is a stag standing with its head held high, with antlers pointing high to the sky, full of dominance.

Robert Baratheon stood at the bow, warhammer in hand, staring at the Tidebreak Tower in the distance, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Is this the defense of Pentos? Two worthless towers?" He spat, then turned to Ned and sneered, "We have trebuchets on every ship. How much damage can two towers take?"

He slammed his hammer down on the deck, cracking the planks. "With this hammer I crushed Rhaegar's chest and brought down the gates of Harrenhal! After this battle, I will smash these two towers and pound Rhallor to pieces!"

The temperature in Pentos was a little cooler than in King's Landing, but only a little. Ned wore only a cotton and linen shirt with the collar wide open, but he kept his Valyrian steel sword "Ice" in his hand at all times.

Looking at his best friend, he found that the once heroic young hero had turned into a fat man because of his excessive indulgence in wine, food and women. Even walking from the cabin to the deck made him breathless and sweating.

Although his thick, black beard hid his double chin, nothing could hide his big belly and the dark circles under his eyes.

Robert has always dreamed of coming to the Free State and becoming a mercenary king leading troops into battle. This attack on Pentos can be regarded as the fulfillment of his long-cherished dream.

I hope that after this battle, when he returns to King's Landing, Robert can become the high-spirited king he once was.

Ned signaled to the standard-bearer, "Attack!"

The flag bearer waved the command flag, the war drums sounded, and the three Dromeng warships accelerated forward.

The deck was filled with archers, dipping their arrow tips into oil barrels, ready to shoot.

The catapult at the stern of the ship had been loaded with stones soaked in fuel oil. The soldiers silently calculated the distance, holding axes, ready to cut the ropes at any time.

Eight crossbows were fixed on the side of the ship, and the soldiers carried bundles of crossbow arrows onto the deck. The arrows were six feet long and had sharp barbs on the arrowheads, which looked ferocious and terrifying.

"Trebuckle, fire!"

"Ballista, fire!"

Three burning stone bullets drew an arc in the air and slammed into the Tide-Breaking Tower with a whistling sound. Stone chips flew everywhere and raised a large amount of dust. Then, countless crossbow arrows as thick as children's arms followed and penetrated deeply into the stone wall, with their tails still trembling.

"Charge, charge!" Robert's face flushed, and then he burst into loud laughter.

Before he finished speaking, a streak of white foam suddenly appeared on the sea surface and crossed the gorge.

"Crash...!"

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound of metal friction, an iron chain as thick as a thigh slowly rose from the bottom of the sea, and rusty sea water dripped from the chain.

(End of this chapter)