Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 224 Humiliation
Varys, who was standing beside Robert, was very satisfied with the situation. He had already guessed the purpose of the Tyrell family's visit, but he never reminded Robert, just to wait for this moment.

If the Tyrell family really reaches a marriage with the Iron Throne, then their own Aegon and the Golden Company will no longer have any chance.

"Lord Tyrell," Varys still pretended to help out, "The country is at war, so it seems inappropriate to talk about marriage right now?"

"The king's marriage and heirs are the key to the stability of the country, and they cannot be delayed," Metz refused on the spot, and he was not stupid. He didn't ask for conditions before the war was over, and he made a fart when the war was over? "Naturally, the royal family's wedding can be postponed until after the victory, but the marriage contract can be settled in advance."

"Hahaha." Just as Robert didn't know how to deal with it, a discordant laughter sounded in the throne room.

Everyone looked for the source of the laughter, and found Oberyn Martell leaning against a pillar.

"Lord Tyrell, I advise you not to waste your efforts in vain, don't you know? Your Majesty has brought back a winter snow rose from the northern border this time, and the Queen's position has long been reserved for her."

"A Stark?" Duke Mace was momentarily at a loss. The reason why he could confidently propose a marriage proposal was because he knew that the Stark family had no marriageable women at all.

"No, that's just a daughter of a small noble family in the north." Oberyn sneered, Dorne and the Reach are old enemies, he will not let go of such an opportunity to humiliate the Tyrell family, "By the way , and her brother is Ser Lorraine, who stands before you in the Kingsguard."

Hearing this, the complexions of the nobles in the river bay area instantly became extremely ugly.

It was a scandal to turn down Tyrell's marriage request for a minor nobleman.

So, everyone looked at Robert on the Iron Throne.

"Your Majesty, you have agreed to my request in advance," Mace said, "I hope you can clarify this malicious rumor." When he spoke, he gave Oberyn a hard look.

But it was the words of the Duke of Mace that instantly angered Robert who originally planned to confuse this matter.

"I agreed to you in advance because I didn't know you would make such a request, my lord." Robert didn't use aggressive words. He knew that he still needed to rely on the group of people in front of him to fight the war, but his tone already carried the king's Majestic, "I can only tell you with regret that what Prince Oberyn said is not a rumor.

As early as when I was in the northern border, I had already granted the Queen's position to someone else. Although I personally look forward to marrying the Tyrell family, but you are not kidding, don't mention this matter in the future. "

Public refusal, public refusal in front of all the great nobles of the entire royal territory, the southern border and the Stormlands.

Public humiliation, the humiliation of preferring to fulfill a promise to a little-known little nobleman rather than marrying the Tyrell family, as if mocking the fact that the Tyrell family was once just the "chief steward" of the "King of the River" gardener family fact.

People always like to ridicule the Frey family of the Twin Rivers as an upstart with a history of only 800 years, but the real prosperity of the Tyrell family is less than 300 years old!
After the Targaryen family conquered Westeros back then, they took a fancy to the Tyrell family's lack of influence as the stewards of the old king, so they let them be the guardians of the southern border.

They are the real nouveau riche.

If Robert's new queen is really Eddard Stark's sister or daughter, Mace Tyrell will admit it, but what is that 'Winter Snow Rose'?Little nobles in the north?

Are petty nobles considered nobles?

Bloody wounds were torn open, and Lord Mace Tyrell was shaking almost all over.

I brought an army of one hundred thousand to serve the king. Is this the answer you Robert Baratheon gave me?
The Duke of Metz was vain and lacked political skills, and he was often called "Master Inflatable Fish" behind his back. He was so humiliated at this moment that he even forgot the most basic etiquette of monarchs and ministers, and walked away directly.

What made him feel even more humiliated was that only his two sons and members of the Redwyne family to which his mother belonged followed him away, and the other great nobles of the southern border stayed where they were.

At this moment, the weakness of the Tyrell family's influence was undoubtedly exposed.

Astapor
"Send these centaurs to the barracks?" Unsullied instructor Lexix asked suspiciously, "I don't quite understand what you mean, my lord, the Dothraki are not good at fighting on foot, and they are all barbaric, rebellious, It doesn't make any sense to subject them to Ghislized training if they don't obey discipline."

Ever since he heard the city lord Fermor's praise of Ian on the coast of Astapor and witnessed the "miracle" of Ian taming the slaves of the centaur, Lexix has also changed his attitude toward Ian. There was a strong feeling of admiration.

He didn't dare to refute Ian's words loudly, so he could only raise his objection tactfully.

"Slaves who are brutal, rebellious, and disobedient are not qualified to be my cavalry. What I want you to practice is their obedience." Ian explained.

"Practice obedience?"

"Yes, I want you to organize them into teams of tens and centurions, choose a centurion and a centurion from them, and start training the formation.

You have to tell them, whichever centurion is the first to stop the order, they can get the purified water I provide, and then get the right to fight on horseback. "I don't need Dothraki barbarians, I need Mongolian cavalry.

"If that's the case," Lexix recalled the previous image of the centaur slaves chanting 'miracle', "if it's for the power to ride horses, then I think their resistance should be much smaller."

"Do it, my friend."

"You speak Valyrian so fluently, I can't believe you didn't learn it until you came to Astapor," Lysix said before taking the order.

"I've always been very gifted at learning." Ian smiled. Unexpectedly, I started learning half a year ago.
Watching Lexix go to the training ground and start to form the Dothraki, Ian leaned on the guardrail of the high platform and sighed softly.

Training the centaurs for obedience in this way was not his first choice, and he did so only because money was running out.

Although Ian brought more than [-] golden dragons with him when he came to Astapor, and seized property worth [-] to [-] golden dragons during the operation in Worm River, he then hinted that Astapor's Temple of Grace and several major The family donated seventy to eighty thousand jinhui coins (light gold coins minted in Meereen, weighing about one-third of a gold dragon) to themselves.

But the money bottomed out in just two months.

According to Ian's plan, an official cavalryman needs to have at least a group of war horses and two marching horses. If there is enough money, it is best to have two more pack horses.

Ian does not need to equip the cavalry with pack horses for the time being, but just to equip the horses for the 4 horse slaves he has already bought, the budget will reach more than [-] gold dragons, and this does not include their weapons and armor and subsequent maintenance costs.

For Ian who is busy with 'farming', such a large amount of expenditure is absolutely impossible to take out, and even if it can be taken out, it does not have such a high priority.

Instead of spending a lot of money to buy qualified war horses, it is better to find a way to overthrow a few small Dothraki kalsa, and get horses from them.

After all, for this kind of super-large expenditure, only prostitution is king.

(End of this chapter)