Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

Robb stood on the dais.

Today is the day when the King in the North returns to Riverrun in triumph from the West.

He was the king and was responsible for his own honor—for her honor.

He insisted that his new squire Loram, new bannerman Ser Leonard, Lady Sybel and Jeyne stand by his side, even though they were members of the Westerling family in the West.

Next to him was his Southern Xinjiang Grand Marshal "Blackfish" Brynden Tully, standing in front of the high platform.

The king wears a bronze and black iron sword crown. He shaved off his beard, but his maroon hair remained uncut and hung down to his shoulders. He was sixteen years old, and the war had melted away all the soft lines on his face, making him lean and strong.

He felt that he already looked like a king.

Edmure stood at the foot of the crowded dais, bowing his head humbly as Robb commended him for his victory. "...The warriors who sacrificed their lives heroically at Stone Mill will never be forgotten. It was precisely because of the power of the North and Riverrun that they showed that Lord Tywin felt frustrated and had to turn back to deal with Stannis." The words were met with laughter and agreement, and Robb raised his hand for silence. "But we cannot let down our guard. The Lannister will surely attack again, and the dragon Targaryen has returned. We must continue to fight for the safety of the kingdom."

The Great Jon in the audience roared: "Long live the King in the North!" He raised a steel fist into the sky.

The lords of the Three Rivers Basin also shouted: "Long live the King of the Three Rivers!" The sound of fists and feet in the hall was as loud as thunder.

In the commotion, Robb saw his mother Catelyn and Ser Desmond walking through the crowd. His vassals also noticed them, and the hall fell silent as people elbowed each other.

Although he had already built up his mentality, the King of the North still felt a little guilty when he saw his mother's stern face.

His Grand Marshal of Southern Xinjiang never cared about other people's opinions, jumped off the high platform, and took Caitlin into his arms: "It's good to go home and see you, Kate."

His mother had to struggle to keep her composure: "You too."

The king greeted his mother: "Mother." He remained dignified.

His mother asked with concern: "Your Majesty, I have prayed for your safe return, but I heard that you were injured?"

"An arrow shot through my arm during the attack on Crag City, but the wound healed well," he said, speaking with prepared words, "because I had the best care in the world."

"God bless you." He saw his mother let out a long breath, and then like an ordinary woman who knew she had done something wrong, she explained, "They must have reported what I did to you. Have they also explained it? What’s my reason?”

He was already a king, and his mother undoubtedly knew it.

"For two girls," he said. His sister was also a girl under the kingdom.

His mother lamented: "I had five children and now I only have three left."

Lord Rickard Karstark preceded him in giving his mother an answer before he could say what he expected to say, perhaps as a king.

"Yes, madam." Earl Karstark pushed aside the Great Jon and stepped forward, his long face that resembled the Stark family was cold and painful, "I also had three sons, and now I only have one left... …You deprived me of my right to revenge!”

His mother said calmly: "Lord Rickard, the death of the Kingslayer cannot exchange for your son's life. Letting him return alive can ensure the return of my daughter."

Lord Karstark was unconvinced: "Jaime Lannister treats you as a spearman and a fool! All you get is a bunch of empty words, nothing more!"

"Forget it, Karstark," the Greatjon muttered, folding his thick arms across his chest, "This is mother's madness, women are born like this."

"Mother's madness?" Lord Karstark turned to face the Greatjon, "I said this is betrayal!"

"That's enough." The King in the North majestically stopped the increasingly fierce argument. "You are not allowed to say that the Lady of Winterfell is a traitor in front of me, Lord Rickard." He turned to his mother and his voice softened. "I want to capture the Kingslayer. You let him go privately, without notifying me or asking for my permission... But I understand that everything you did was for love, for Arya and Sansa, for the sorrow of losing Bran and Rickon, I have learned from my own perspective that love is not always wise and it often leads us to folly, but we are made to act on emotion... …regardless of the consequences, right, mother?”

He spoke out.

"Really? If my emotions led to my foolish behavior, I sincerely apologize to you and Lord Karstark." Count Rickard was furious, "The Kingslayer killed my two sons, please apologize. It’s over?”

The king watched as Lord Karstark pushed his way between the Greatjon and Maggie Mormont and left the hall.

He said to his mother: "Forgive him, mother."

His mother looked at him: "If you will forgive me."

He agreed: "I have forgiven you. I love you so deeply that you cannot think about the rest."

"Thank you," his mother said to him.

"We have to talk," the king continued. "You stay with your uncle and uncle to talk about this... and other things. Steward, declare the meeting to an end."

As the scepter struck the ground, the steward shouted to dismiss the meeting, and the Three Rivers princes and the people from the North left together. The halls of Riverrun were empty except for the king, his mother, three Tullys, and six Westerlings.

His mother looked at them curiously: "Ladies and gentlemen, are you new to my son's cause?"

He was ready. Introducing his wife, Jeyne Westerling of the Rock, to his mother.

——

"Where is my brother Quentin now?"

The sudden appointment of the acting ruling seat for the entire Dorne made Arianne panic, although the position was indeed vacant. Because her uncle Oberyn Martell was on behalf of his father to accept the invitation of King's Landing, and summoned the noble vassals from all over Dorne to gather at Bone Road along the way to form a team to "seek justice" in King's Landing.

"Quentin is now in Lord Yronwood's army, stationed at Bone Road." She remembered that when she asked before, her confidant and cousin Tyene Sand answered her like this.

Ah, Bone Road.

Arianne certainly did not doubt that his uncle Prince Oberyn summoned the vassals from all over Dorne to gather at the Bone Road to seek justice for Princess Elia in King's Landing, because since the fall of the Targaryen Dynasty and the fall of King's Landing, the people of Dorne have always remembered that Elia was killed by Lannister, and the desire for revenge has never subsided.

But, what a coincidence. She was allowed to act as the ruler without any signs, and Quentin was stationed in the Bone Road, where the nobles in Dorne were gathering.

Will it be possible? Is it possible?

Two hundred years ago, Prince Aemon, the eldest son of Jaehaerys I of the Targaryen Dynasty, died. The king decided to choose his second son Baelor as the heir, bypassing Aemon's only daughter Princess Rhaenys. But Baelor also died nine years later. In order to avoid the outbreak of war, Jaehaerys chose to convene a great council to decide on the candidate for the crown prince. Because in the history of the Targaryen Dynasty for more than a century, the controversy over women's inheritance rights has never subsided.

This meeting, known as the 101st Great Council, made Rhaenys, who was originally ahead of the successor, the "uncrowned queen". Later, during the "Dance of the Dragons" of the Targaryen Dynasty, people generally questioned the original heir, "Light of the Kingdom" Rhaenyra. Because in the eyes of many nobles, the 101st Great Council established a precedent in the law of succession: neither women nor the male offspring of women can inherit the Iron Throne.

And now, Arianne has always believed that she is not the heir that her father, Prince Doran, wants, so what is his purpose in giving power to her?

She began to count her current supporters.

Sand snake sisters Tyene, Obara and Nymè, Dre, the heir of Lemon Grove, orphan Garin on the Greenblood River, Sylva, the heir of Spotted Wood, and Fowler's twins

My God, compared to so many nobles in Dorne, what can she and her supporters shake?

Besides, no one can think of her father's real considerations.

Only she knows.

What should she do?

If "uncrowned queen" is the destination given to her by her father, perhaps she should take the initiative to make it clear. When he saw the tears rolling down her face, he might have a new idea.

Or ask his mother for help, but Lady Mellario is far away in Norvos, and Prince Doran has never listened to his mother for many years.

Perhaps he should take advantage of the opportunity of acting in power to contact more powerful lords in Dorne. But the most powerful lord in Dorne is Anders Yronwood, the Keeper of the Bone Road. Arianne knows very well that this man is the adoptive father of her brother Quentyn.

She has two candidates who might be able to try to win over: Harman Uller, Earl of Hellgate, and Franklyn Fowler, Earl of Skyreach and Keeper of the Prince's Pass.

People often say that half of the Ullers are crazy, and the other half are worse. Ellaria Sand is the illegitimate daughter of Lord Harman and the mistress of Prince Oberyn. She has a good relationship with Uncle Oberyn's Sand Snake daughters, but she is not sure how Uncle Oberyn views her inheritance rights. And Lord Harman and the Ullers are very dangerous. Maybe too dangerous. She might put many lives in danger.

Lord Fowler was a safer choice. Nicknamed "Old Falcon", he had always been at odds with Anders Yronwood, and the feud between the two families could be traced back a thousand years ago, when the Fowlers followed Martell instead of Yronwood in the Nymeria War. In addition, everyone knew that the Fowler twins were good friends of Lady Nymeria and had a close relationship with her, the heir to Dorne, but how much weight did this have on "Old Falcon"?

She remembered that she was still the legal heir to Sunspear, and whoever she married before Prince Doran disinherited her rights would one day rule Dorne with her. Perhaps she should consider taking the opportunity to ask Prince Doran for a marriage, and now it seemed that a powerful old man might not be a bad choice.

But. Maybe she should take the initiative to transfer the inheritance rights to her brother Quentyn, so that the prince might find a good husband for her to marry as compensation, and she could still be the little girl who ran to her father for comfort when she scraped her knee. She is his seed, his flesh and blood, his only daughter.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?"

She recovered and looked at the acting city lord, Sir Manfred: "I am listening."

"Okay, Your Highness," Sir Manfred continued to hand her a sheet of kraft paper, "These, these, all need your confirmation and signature, and then explain them to the prince one by one when you meet him in the Water Garden."

She asked cautiously: "Aren't these already decided? Why do you need me to confirm and sign?"

Sir Manfred replied: "Your Highness, Dorne is under the rule of the Martell family. We are just ministers who serve and provide advice to you and your family. If the feudal lord does not know and confirm and make decisions on all matters, big or small, what can we do?"

"But these days I'm just looking at the documents that have been confirmed and then signing them," she pointed out.

"This means that Dorne is now peaceful and peaceful, Your Highness."

"."Really? The situation in Westeros is currently in chaos, with several kings fighting life and death, but the acting governor in Dorne only reads documents behind the table?

Perhaps her hoped-for wishes were answered.

Galin, who is now acting as her attendant, knocks on the door and enters the acting governor's reception room: "Bachelor Meath, please see me, Your Highness."

"Maester Myth?" she said immediately. "Let him in."

Maester Mith of Sunspear was entrusted with the responsibility of handling all correspondence that did not require the prince's personal attention. Now that he came to the acting governor of Dorne, it could only mean one thing. He had received letters that he could not handle.

Sure enough, Bachelor Meese appeared in the acting governor's reception room with a solemn expression: "I request to see you alone, Your Highness the Princess."

Sir Manfrey gave Maester Meath a strange look and excused himself very wisely: "Then, please allow me to excuse myself, Your Highness."

She nodded gracefully to Sir Manfrey, and after he left, she asked: "What letter is it that troubles you, Maester Meath?"

Maester Meath waited until the door behind him was completely closed before he cautiously stepped forward: "Your Highness, this is a letter from Dragonstone Island. Please go to Flowing Water Gardens immediately to tell Prince Zhilang about this letter."

She thought dissatisfied: We are going to the prince again. We have to go to the prince for everything. So what is the purpose of arranging her to be the acting governor? "Bring the letter to me."

Maester Meath handed the letter to her.

She opened it and read: "!" The letter was not long and she could read it in one glance. The content of the letter was so outrageous that she couldn't help but feel shocked. Targaryen? Dragon King of Dragonstone? "This is real?"

Maester Mith solemnly informed: "It's the messenger crow from Dragonstone Island, confirmed."

This was indeed not something she could make up her mind about: "I will set off to Falling Water Gardens immediately."

The only advantage of becoming the acting governor is that the restriction of going to the Falling Water Garden twice a year has become a routine visit once a week. If there is a special event, you can go directly. Despite this, she has not been acting as the acting governor for a full week, so this is her first time going to Fallingwater Gardens as the acting governor.

When it came time to go to Fallingwater Gardens with her new identity, she didn't even know what to wear.

She knew the matter was urgent, but she still went back to the room first. She first chose a gorgeous and dignified purple robe, with the Martell family logo embroidered on the sleeves and upper body, complicated lace trimming, matching jewelry and many other items. Princess Grace's crown.

But she hesitated.

Then he chose a simple ivory cloth robe, with vines and purple grapes embroidered on the sleeves and upper body, and no jewelry.

She was afraid. She suddenly realized that she was afraid to see her father.

What was his purpose in delegating power to her? How should she face him?

By the time she was ready, Garin had already summoned Tyene, Dre, and Sylva. They would act as her personal escorts and accompany her from Sunspear to the Water Gardens, which was just a few miles away.

She and her guards arrived at the Water Garden and made a briefing in the courtyard.

Not long after, the prince's guard captain He Ta appeared and took her alone to the prince's study.

Doran Martell sat behind a cyvasse table, his gouty legs resting on a padded footstool. He played with an elephant carved from agate, turning it over and over in his red and swollen hands.

Each time the prince was in worse condition than the last time she had seen him. His face was pale and swollen, his joints were inflamed and swollen, and just looking at him made her heart ache. She was sad to see him like this... She called him softly: "Father."

Her father looked up at her, his black eyes filled with some inexplicable relief.

Happy? Arianne thought, because of her?

"Arianne," her father asked, calling her name, "do you play cyvasse?"

"I know the rules," she replied.

"Not bad." Dad said, "Play a game with me."

Why is he talking about games? Did Uncle Oberon come to Fallingwater Garden to play chess with him before?

"I have come to report an urgent matter to you, father," she said.

"Oh," her father smiled at her, "Okay. Let's talk first."

"It's a letter from Dragonstone Island." She looked at the guard captain Heta beside her father, "Please read this letter alone."

Her father smiled curiously: "Okay, let's be alone, Captain."

Hota struck the floor with the handle of his long-handled axe, turned and retreated.

After the father and daughter were alone, she handed her father the letter she had carefully concealed on her body.

Prince Daolang stretched out his red and swollen hand to take the letter, read it again and again, his face was calm, only the slight frown made her realize that the prince was not as calm as he appeared.

Prince Doran put away the letter and asked, "Has your uncle, Prince Oberon, set out for King's Landing?"

She replied: "Uncle is at the Bone Road, summoning vassals from all over the world. Perhaps he is still waiting for the lords and knights from all over the Bone Road." It seemed that none of the parchments she confirmed today had written on the vassals and those who had been summoned were not all present. Why it didn't arrive, she couldn't remember for a moment.

"Yes, he will not set off so soon in Yronwood City. I know that he will definitely bring with him at least half of the lord representatives from Dorne and knights from all over the world." Prince Doran said, "Have Maester Meath send a messenger raven immediately. Send it to Yronwood City and ask the team to delay their journey." After thinking about it, he said, "No, let the team continue to gather and march slowly along the bone road as originally planned, and let Oberon hide his whereabouts and come back to see me immediately. Let’s get started.”

"Father, can I know what you are going to do? What are you and your uncle going to do?" It was like this again. She suddenly felt painful. She was the acting ruler and she was here. But her father still didn't let her participate in any important things, nor let her know.

Prince Doran answered her calmly: "You will know, Arianne, but not now."

"When can I know?" She saw her father looking at her doubtfully, his black eyes full of confusion. She almost didn't dare to ask again, but her father's look made her suddenly angry. She knew everything, but she didn't understand why her father treated her like this. "Father, what have I done wrong over the years to make you treat me like this?"

She saw her father's face twitch, as if hearing these words made him feel painful: "What are you talking about, Arianne?"

She didn't want to be so rude to him, but she couldn't take back these words once they were out: "I know, I have always known that I am not the heir you want."

She saw her father's face flushed, as if he was angry: "Who is instigating you behind your back, who is it?"

"You are still lying, father, you want to pass Dorne to your son, what's so shameful about that?"

"This is not true."

" No? Why not ask my brother?"

"Tristan?"

"Quentin."

"What's wrong with him?"

"You like him, always have. Not only does he look like you, he 'thinks' like you, and you plan to pass Dorne to him - don't bother denying it! I saw the letter." Every word burned in her memory like fire, "'One day, you will take my place and rule Dorne.' These are your exact words. Tell me, father, when did you decide to deprive me of my inheritance? From the day Quentin was born, or from the day I was born? What did I do to make you hate me so much?"

To her irritation, her eyes were filled with tears.

"I never hated you." Prince Doran's voice was thin as parchment, full of regret and sorrow. "Arianne, you don't understand."

"Do you deny writing these words?"

"No. I did intend to make him my successor when Quentyn first went to Yronwood, that's true. As for you, I had other plans."

"Oh, yes," she sneered, "these plans. Giles Rosby, blind Ben Beesbury, Greybeard Granderson - your plans." She didn't give him a chance to explain. "I know it's my duty to provide an heir for Dorne, and I never forget that. I'd be happy to marry, but the marriages you've arranged for me have been insulting, every time. If you have any love for me, why would you marry me to a toothless old man?"

"Because I knew you would refuse. When you reach a certain age, I must let people see that I'm looking for a spouse for you, otherwise it will arouse suspicion. But I dare not propose anyone to you who you might accept. You are already engaged, Arianne."

Engagement? Arianne looked at him suspiciously. "What did you say? Another lie? You never told it before..."

"The agreement was signed in secret. I planned to tell you when you were old enough... I wanted to tell you when you grew up, but..."

She was puzzled: "Who? Who was I engaged to for so many years?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. The engagement can no longer be fulfilled."

She was even more confused: "The old man is so fragile. Did he break his butt, or did he have typhoid fever, or gout?"

"The other party has decided to marry someone else. I miscalculated." Prince Doran made a tired gesture with his swollen hands. "Dorne is yours, I promise you, if my promise still makes sense to you. Your brother Quentyn has his own way."

Arianne looked at him suspiciously: "What else are you hiding? Seven Gods, I am tired of secrets. Tell me the rest, father."

"This Dragon King of Dragonstone," he took out the letter he had just received and another letter hidden in his dark sleeve, speaking softly, as if to conceal his presence, "sent a messenger to invite me to Dragonstone to attend his and his sister's wedding more than a month ago."