บท 715: Chapter 715: Prince Doran
Oberyn and Arianne were notably absent from the welcoming party.
Given Oberyn's current position as a prominent council member of the empire, he needed to avoid any appearance of favoritism with his brother. Hence, Oberyn was not present at the reception.
As for Arianne, her elevated status was due to Viserys. While she was Prince Doran's daughter, she was also the queen of the empire, the motherly figure of the realm.
It wasn't just that Prince Doran no longer had the privilege to have his daughter personally greet him; when he saw Arianne, he would need to bow from his wheelchair.
Many of King's Landing's citizens had gathered at the harbor, having been nearby and drawn by the sight of the Martell banner.
"Make way!"
"Clear the path!"
"Drop anchor!"
The ship bearing the sun-pierced spear of House Martell soon docked under the guidance of Blackwater Bay's harbor staff. A plank was laid out, connecting the ship to the dock.
Representing the royal family, Tyrion, and representing the harbor, Davos Seaworth, exchanged glances and quickly approached the ship.
Quentyn Martell, the heir to Dorne, had already dismounted his horse and stood by the ship, flanked by a dozen Unsullied soldiers.
Soon after, the sound of a wheelchair rolling could be heard from the ship's deck. A towering, imposing figure with a six-foot-long axe stood at the forefront. Although his hair had turned white, underestimating him due to age would be a grave mistake.
His cold gaze swept over the welcoming crowd, gripping his massive axe, yet he remained silent.
"What a formidable warrior!"
"Sir, is that Prince Doran?"
A squire behind Tyrion couldn't help but ask, only to receive a sharp glance from his master.
"As far as I know, Prince Doran has been confined to a wheelchair for many years due to gout and hasn't made a public appearance in a long time."
The man before them was clearly not Prince Doran. However, the people of King's Landing often referred to the Dornish as barbarians, with rumors even suggesting they consumed children. Thus, the confusion was understandable.
Soon, a Dornish soldier pushed a wheelchair onto the deck. Seated in it was a middle-aged man with graying hair, dressed in lavish robes bearing the sun-pierced spear emblem of House Martell.
"Father!"
Upon seeing Prince Doran, Quentyn quickly approached.
Prince Doran nodded slightly. The Dornish soldier behind him pushed his wheelchair down the plank and onto the dock.
"My son."
Prince Doran looked at his son, Quentyn, who had grown taller and seemed more mature since he last saw him.
"Prince Doran."
"Prince Doran."
Tyrion and Davos, who had been waiting, stepped forward.
"I am Tyrion Lannister, personal advisor to Emperor Viserys of the Valyrian Empire," Tyrion began, adjusting his attire. "And this is Lord Davos Seaworth, the head of imperial customs and the harbor master of King's Landing."
Prince Doran, after a brief pause, extended his hand to Tyrion, and then to Davos.
A renowned dwarf and a famous smuggler, both now held significant positions in King's Landing. Viserys was known for his unconventional appointments, making this era the most diverse in the history of the court.
Although the Martells had been allied with the Targaryens for a long time, this was the first time Prince Doran was meeting his son-in-law, Viserys, and under such circumstances.
After the brief ceremony, a special carriage brought from Dorne was unloaded from the ship. The imposing figure with the axe and several Dornish soldiers followed.
Prince Doran was wheeled into the carriage, and the curtains were drawn. The carriage began its journey towards the Red Keep, with Quentyn, the Unsullied, Tyrion, and Davos accompanying it.
"Traitor!"
"Dornish barbarian!"
As they moved, jeers and insults came from the crowd.
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