Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 25: Nymeria the Beastmaster

Doran decided to explain the negotiation process clearly. "This is exactly what we need to consider. Rahalo promised that he would never reveal his cooperation with us."

Oberyn glanced at Arianne. "How could a Dothraki not attract attention? My princess, this is strictly a matter of fact. You understand that, don't you?"

"So what if it attracts attention!" Arianne shrugged, rather unconcerned. "What matters is what benefits we can gain from it.

Dorne is a vast country with a sparse population. We can't control where the Dothraki land. Even if we could, we can't defeat them!
My father is not the guardian of the southern border. The loopholes in the border are something that the inflatable fish master should worry about.

Even if it is really exposed, we can completely put the blame on Rhallor and Targaryen.

Father, don’t you want to see how those proud Tyrells cried for mercy under the iron hoofs of the Dothraki?

As soon as she finished speaking, Ellaria poured cold water on Arianne, "The Dothraki don't always let their allies have a good ending."

Arianne snorted coldly and retorted, "Ellaria, I believe what Rhaelor says. They only want gold. Besides, if Tyril is weakened, the balance of power will be reversed, and our borders will be safe for a few years.

Sit back and watch the tigers fight. The risk is small, the reward is huge, and it's more cost-effective than any war we've ever fought before!"

"Arianne," Oberyn said, looking at his niece with interest, "are you telling us to let a wolf into the sheepfold while we stand among the flock and enjoy the slaughter around us?"

“Yes, wolves will kill sheep,” Arianne said firmly. “But we are not sheep. We are Sand Snakes. We will not yield, bend, or waver.”

Arianne looked back at Doran. “Rahlor is no foolish barbarian, Father. He knows how to forge alliances, and he clearly has a thorough understanding of the situation in Westeros.

Such an ally would not only not threaten Dorne, but would be a powerful aid. Once the Tyrells are weakened, you will no longer have to worry about the military balance in the North."

Oberyn pondered for a moment, a meaningful smile appearing on the corner of his mouth: "Arianne has a point.

This horselord dared to venture to Dorne, believing that we would not betray him. Given his courage and boldness, I think it is worth a try. Brother, you will not forget the agreement I signed in Braavos!"

The agreement Oberyn was talking about was the one he made with Ser William Darry many years ago when he was a mercenary in Braavos, the one who escorted the Targaryen siblings to escape.

Witnessed by Illyrio, Governor of Pentos, and Varys the Spider, Oberyn signed a military agreement on behalf of the Martell family and the Targaryen family.

The agreement actually included a marriage between Arianne and Viserys, but since they knew that Viserys was not capable of doing anything, they tacitly forgot about it.

Daenerys is also a Targaryen, and supporting her and Rhaelor will obviously give them a higher chance of winning.

Seeing Oberyn's relenting, Arianne immediately struck while the iron was hot, saying, "Father, leave this matter to me. I have my own way of managing the situation. You can just sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor!"

Prince Daolang sighed. He knew all this.

However, he has always believed that the time is not yet ripe to turn against the Iron Throne. But if he rejects Rahalo this time, will it be able to dispel his ambition?
Can the Prince of Dorne control the Dothraki's legs?

Couldn't Laharo land somewhere else?

The fact that he came to Sunspear and spoke frankly about his plan was a sign of his respect for the Martell family.

If we reject Rhallor, it is not impossible for him to plunder Dorne. It would be foolish to make a powerful enemy for no reason.

Doran even felt that Rahalo must have had this plan as well, and he was forcing Dorne to take sides!

Do you have a choice: gain a powerful ally or create a powerful enemy?

Arianne had always thought him indecisive and resented his desire to marry her to Walder Frey, an eighty-year-old man.
It would be better to agree to her this time, which would also ease the tension between father and daughter, killing two birds with one stone.

His daughter's ambition and courage far surpassed those of ordinary people. She acted decisively, even at all costs to achieve her goals. Perhaps it was this courage and determination that became the key to the Martell family's survival in this turbulent and turbulent world.

In a short period of time, Prince Daolang thought a lot and finally agreed, but also put forward restrictions.

"We will never publicly take sides! And we must closely monitor his movements! We must not let him threaten Dorne!"

...

The afternoon sun filtered through the gauze curtains, casting a shadow on Arianne's milky white skin.

Arianne was wearing only a thin gauze nightgown. Her petite figure was sunken in a pile of silk cushions, her legs crossed over the back of the chair, and she was wearing a pair of snake-print sandals, the straps of which snaked up her white thighs and disappeared under her short skirt.

The three Sand Snake sisters, Nymeria, Obara, and Tyene, sat opposite her, each with a different expression.

"Arianne," Obara said, unable to bear it any longer, breaking the silence. "What are you planning? Tell us now, don't waste our time!"

Nymeria's slender fingers were playing with a sharp dagger. She raised her eyebrows when she heard this. "Yes, if you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have something to say, say it quickly. The Fowler twins are waiting for me."

Arianne leaned forward slightly, the neckline of her thin nightgown open, revealing her delicate collarbone and a seductive curve.

"There's a good chance a Dothraki horselord will open a gate to the Reach for us."

Tyene looked innocent. She blinked her eyes and exclaimed softly, "Ah, those barbarians are terrible! Any woman they capture will be bullied, right?"

Arianne took a sip of Summer Red and put her glass down. "If we can control the Dothraki, Dorne will become the most powerful of the Seven Kingdoms!"

Nymeria curled her lips in disapproval, "Don't dream on that. They only submit to powers greater than themselves."

Arianne played with the sand snake head on her armband and said with a smile, "Would you like to try it? Only the strongest beastmasters can tame such beasts. Wouldn't you like to control a man like Rhallor?"

"I don't find those barbarians attractive at all." Nymeria said with disdain.

Arianne swung her feet, flaunting the alluring beauty beneath her long skirt. "The brutal and ferocious fighting of the Dothraki man is not confined to the battlefield."

She licked her lips. "That feeling is something you won't be able to experience from those naive princes in Westeros. It will be something you'll never forget."

A blush crossed Nymeria's face. "Tsk, you always like to exaggerate."

Tyene clutched her chest, unable to suppress a giggle. "Oh my goodness, Nymeria, I see you're blushing! Sister Arianne wants to introduce you to a wild and fierce horse!"

Arianne took advantage of the situation and placed her snow-white feet on Nymeria's thighs, her nimble toes slowly moving upwards. "Don't you really want to experience this?"

Nymeria looked disgusted and pushed her feet aside. "Shut up, Arianne. No matter how you flatter me, you can't let me die!"

"Death, indeed, but in a different way!" Tyene interrupted with a grin.

Arianne dropped her joke and sat up straight. "Nymeria, if we can control Rhaelor and make him serve us willingly, Dorne will have a glorious future! Do you understand me?"

You are the most dangerous and fascinating woman in Dorne, and no one is more suited for this mission."

Nymeria was silent for a moment, then she put the dagger back into her waist and stood up. "Well, my dear princess, since you have begged me, for the sake of Dorne, I will see what kind of person this Rhallor is."

"Who asked you? You'll come back to thank me if you try!" Arianne's face lit up with a bright smile. "Believe me, Nymeria, he will be as interested in you as you are in him."

(End of this chapter)