The king had decided that the duel between the princes would take place the day after the joust. This ant that it could be extended or brought forward from the initial date. Jaehaerys arrived at the stands. He greeted all the nobles he passed with a polite bow.
Rumors spread like wildfire. Many lords viewed him differently after learning how he had defended himself against the rcenaries. Jaehaerys felt disgusted. They admired him for his killing ability. He didn't have a problem with killing. He had killed more than one bandit in the north. But to admire him for that? It made him feel sick.
He sat in the royal box. Only Targaryens and their relatives, as well as mbers of the small council, were present.
He looked at Prince Oberyn Martell with his dark hair and matching eyes. He was thin and tall with a blonde woman at his side—his wife, Cersei. She was as beautiful as they said she was. Still, she looked like a girl with leprosy compared to Daenerys.
"I'm sorry I wasn't at the small council. I had other needs," the Dornish prince said. He did not introduce himself; he didn't need to.
The prince looked at a figure like a diamond drawn on the Dornishman's forehead.**
"The matter was resolved without incident. Gerold Dayne's trial will be soon," he said politely.
"And the other matter, the traitor Ser Lorch?" The prince suddenly seed more dangerous, like a snake baring its fangs.
"The king allowed
to deal with it in my own way," he said, not giving many details.
"And Ser Lorch?"
"Sowhere in the ocean," he said simply. He looked at the woman next to the prince, who looked at him with a grin.
Jaehaerys was not a vengeful man. But he couldn't let that woman think she could attack his betrothed and just carry on as if nothing had happened. He wouldn't move against Cersei just yet. However, opportunities arise, and he is an expert at capitalizing on them.
"Ah, my beautiful wife, Cersei Nyros Martell," the prince said as he took her hand and kissed it. The blonde smiled. There was a trace of affection between them.
"Your beauty does not do justice to the rumors, princess. If the Targaryens didn't exist, I would have proclaid you one of the most beautiful won in the Seven Kingdoms," he said. Looking at her smiling face, he tries to hide his anger.
She earned the title of princess through her marriage to Prince Oberyn. However, it did not carry much weight outside of Dorne.
"I am flattered, my prince," she said, ignoring his comnt, allowing him to kiss her hand. Cersei held her breath as she watched the tall prince extend his hand. A primal desire arose within her. Prince Oberyn was not much different.
Jaehaerys ended up shaking her hand. Cersei shifted uncomfortably, insulted.
"It seems my betrothed is calling . I hope we can et later," he said, bidding her farewell.
"I would like to see the weapon everyone talks about," said Prince Oberyn. His eyes narrowed, a hint of anger in them. His mood went from lustful to offended in seconds.
"I'll be happy to show it to you," he said.
'He's dangerous,' he thought about Oberyn. He seed more dangerous than Daemon and Gerold combined.
"Daenerys," he greeted the girl who looked at him. "Brandon
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