Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 102: sought after

  Chapter 102

  After Prince Oberyn left, everyone also dispersed.

   As soon as Samwell went out, he was stopped by Earl Landau.

   "Father, what do you need from me?"

   Earl Randall nodded, motioning for his son to follow him.

  The two came to a small room next to them, closed the door, and Earl Landau said:

"There is something I want to tell you. In order to get the Florens family to agree to send troops to support me, I have promised Earl Alister that after this battle, you will marry his eldest granddaughter, Elo Florent." .”

  Samwell frowned when he heard this.

  Why do so many people want to marry their girls to me?

  First came Yangwu City, then Qingting Island, and now there is Bright Water City...

   Am I so hot?

  Although the Florens family is a good marriage partner, Samwell really doesn't want to marry a girl he has never met, and this girl is still his cousin in terms of blood relationship.

   What's more, he has even greater ambitions...

   "Ahem, father, how old is Miss Elo?"

  Earl Randall thought for a while, and said, "I remember being twelve years old."

   Samwell rolled his eyes.

   That is my underage cousin, father, you must be punished!

   "It's a bit small..."

   "We didn't ask you to get married right away." Earl Landau seemed to see his son's reluctance, and frowned, "Get engaged first, and then you two will get married when she has menarche."

   What kind of tiger wolf word is this!

  Samwell felt that although he had been in this world for a year, he still couldn't adapt to the way of thinking of these great lords.

   "It's not good..." Samwell said reluctantly, "Why don't we use other methods to compensate the Florens family? How about brandy?"

   After all, the Florens family has made great efforts this time, and he is really embarrassed to directly reject others.

  Earl Randall stared at his son for a while: "Why don't you marry Elo? Are you afraid that she won't be pretty? You don't have to worry about it. I've seen it for you. She's a very cute little girl."

   "Why don't you give me some more gold dragons, and deduct it from my share of war indemnity." Samwell continued to discuss.

   "Why are you so reluctant? Do you have another object of admiration?" Earl Randall seemed to understand something when he thought of the intimacy between his son and the girl from the Dane family. "It can't be Natalie Dane, right?"

  What the hell?

   Without waiting for Samwell to refute, Earl Randall nodded in a serious manner: "Natalie is actually a good marriage partner. Marrying her will allow you to better control Starfall City and High Hidden City."

  Samwell shut his mouth decisively.

  He felt that it was good for his father to misunderstand her like this. Otherwise, if he really said that he wanted to marry the daughter of the Duke of Highgarden, he was afraid that Earl Randall would call him wishful thinking.

   "Okay." After some consideration, Earl Landau decided to support his son's idea, "Then you can go after Natalie. As for the little girl from Florent's family, I will let your brother marry it for you."

  Samwell breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

   "Yes, Father. I'm sure Dickon will be very happy."

  …

   Night falls.

  Samwell finished his dinner and was strolling back to his room.

  The moonlight is like water, filling the silent courtyard.

  Samwell walked on the gravel-paved winding path, bowing his head in thought.

   "Hey, Sam."

A crisp voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and Samwell stopped, only to replace a plump girl sitting on a hanging chair in the yard, swinging on a swing, her long black hair blowing in the wind Fluttering, her charming face is facing the moonlight, making her even more alluring.

   "Princess Arianne." Samwell smiled politely, "I didn't expect you to be so interested."

   "Would you like to sit together?" Princess Arianne warmly extended the invitation, and at the same time moved to the side of the hanging chair, indicating that Samwell could sit next to her.

   "It's still not necessary."

   "Is it crowded?" Princess Arianne said with a smile, "Then I can sit on you."

   "No." Samwell was unmoved, "I'm worried that the swing can't support the weight of two people."

  Princess Arianne rolled her eyes: "Are all you river bend men so confused?"

  Samwell crossed his arms and retorted: "Are all of you Dorne women so bohemian?"

Unexpectedly, Princess Arianne nodded with a smile: "Yes, the hot weather and hot food make Dorne men violent and Dorne women wild, hot pepper and hot wine are flowing in our veins. Let us lose control of ourselves."

  She licked her rosy lips, and added in an extremely charming tone: "Especially on the bed."

  Samwell's Adam's apple rolled, and it was impossible to say that he was not moved. No man would not be moved by such a stunner.

  But he knew very well that this was a woman who was very good at controlling men with her lust.

   What's more, the two are now in a state of hostility, even with the lower head, she can figure it out, she must have bad intentions.

   "Then you can try a colder bed." Samwell bowed and said, "Good night, Your Royal Highness."

  Seeing that Samwell was really about to leave, Princess Arianne became anxious and shouted quickly:

   "Stop! Samwell Caesar!"

   "What else do you need? Arianne Nameros Martell."

Princess Arianne jumped off the swing and walked up to Samwell. She was not tall, so she had to look up at the man. However, this angle was not all bad for her, because it allowed her to show off her full **** -breast.

  Seeing that the man really deliberately avoided looking at her, Princess Arianne smiled triumphantly: "I have a proposal for resolving the current dispute between Riverbend and Dorne."

   "What's the proposal?" The rich Miyi flower fragrance came out, and Samwell had to admit that it smelled good.

   In addition to this, there is also a smell of wine. It seems that the princess of Dorne drank a lot just now.

   "It's very simple." Princess Arianne smiled brightly, "I will marry you."

Clam?

  Samwell is really powerless to complain, why do everyone want to marry him?

   Could it be that my charm is already so unstoppable?

   he thought badly.

   However, this woman is as beautiful as she is beautiful, but he will never marry her.

   Too dangerous, too troublesome, and too wanton.

  Princess Arianne frowned when she saw that the man didn't respond, and asked:

   "What's the matter with you? Shouldn't you be overjoyed that a Dorne princess is going to marry you?"

  Samwell glanced at her and said calmly:

   "Your Highness, Prince Doran will not agree to this marriage."

  The light in Princess Arianne's eyes suddenly dimmed: "You are right, father will definitely not agree."

She gritted her teeth and said, "Walder Frey, Gales Rosby, Ben Beesbury... Father's fiancés for me have always been these old men who are dying! I don't understand, I don't understand why he is so hate me!"

  Samwell knew the real reason.

  Prince Doran has actually arranged a secret engagement for Princess Arianne, planning to marry her to the former prince who is still in exile on the other side of the Narrow Sea—Viserys Targaryen. That's why I used these old objects to perfuse my daughter, because I knew she would refuse.

  In this way, she can prevent her from marrying someone else in advance and breaking the secret engagement.

   Poor Princess Arianne has been kept in the dark, thinking that her father hates her and even wants to deprive her of her inheritance.

  Of course Samwell would not tell these secrets to the girl in front of him, after all he couldn't explain how he knew it.

   Could it be that you saw it in a book?

  Princess Arianne was not overly immersed in grief, she quickly raised her head again, looked at Samwell with piercing eyes, and said:

   "Sam, let me give you a baby!"