Popularity

After Prince Oberyn left, everyone dispersed.

As soon as Samwell went out, he was stopped by Lord Randyll.

"Father, do you have something to do with me?"

Earl Landau nodded and motioned for his son to follow him.

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

"I want to tell you something. In order to get the Florentine family to agree to send troops to support me, I promised Count Allister that after this battle, you would marry his eldest granddaughter, Ello Florent.

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Samwell frowned when he heard this.

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

First there was Yangwu City, then there was Qingting Island, and now there is Liangshui City...

Am I so popular?

Although the Florentine 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...

Before Samwell could refute, Earl Randyll nodded seriously: "Natalie is actually a good marriage partner. Marrying her will allow you to better control Starfall City and Gaoyin City."

A crisp voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Samwell stopped and found a plump girl sitting on a hanging chair in the courtyard, swinging on a swing, her long black hair flowing in the wind.

Whispering, the charming face faces the moonlight, making it even more attractive.

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

Samwell knew the real reason.

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

That is my underage cousin. Father, you are really punishing me!

What the hell?

She licked her red lips and added in an extremely seductive tone: "Especially in bed."

Samwell glanced at her and said calmly:

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

Seeing that the man was deliberately avoiding his gaze, Princess Arianne smiled proudly: "I have a proposal to resolve the current dispute between Reach and Dorne."

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

"It's better not to use it."

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

Samwell's Adam's apple rolled. It was impossible not to be moved. Facing such a beauty, no man would not be moved.

"Well..." Samwell said reluctantly, "Why don't we compensate the Florent family in other ways? How about brandy?"

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Unexpectedly, Princess Arianne actually smiled and nodded: "Yes, the hot weather and spicy food make Dornish men grumpy, and make Dornish women wild and debauched. Fire pepper and hot wine flow in our veins. This

We cannot control ourselves."

She gritted her teeth and said: "Walder Frey, Gyles Rossby, Ben Bisbury...the fiancés my father chose for me were always these old men who were about to die! I don't understand, I don't understand why he

Hate me so much!"

"Then you can try changing to a cooler bed." Samwell leaned over and said, "Good night, Your Highness."

Samwell rolled his eyes.

Earl Landau thought for a moment and said, "I remember he was twelve years old."

The moonlight is like water, filling the silent courtyard.

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

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

After all, the Florentine family had made great efforts this time, and he was really embarrassed to refuse others directly.

What kind of tiger and wolf words is this!

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

Prince Doran has actually arranged a secret marriage contract for Princess Arianne, preparing to marry her to the former prince who is still in exile across the Narrow Sea - Viserys Targaryen. That's why he used these old and useless things.

He tries to deal with his daughter because he knows she will refuse.

Too dangerous, too troublesome, and too dissolute.

"Hey, Sam."

Princess Arianne rolled her eyes: "Are all of you men in the River Bend so ignorant of amorous feelings?"

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

But he knew very well that this was a woman who was very good at using her lust to control men.

He thought in disgust.

"I didn't ask you to get married right away." Earl Landau seemed to notice his son's reluctance, frowning and said, "Get engaged first, and then you can consummate the marriage after she gets her first period."

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

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

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

In addition, there was a smell of wine. It seemed that the Dornish princess had drank a lot just now.

"Why are you so reluctant? Do you have someone else you admire?" Earl Landau seemed to understand something when he thought about the closeness between his son and the girl from the Dane family. "It can't be Natalie Dane, right?"

Clam?

Samwell couldn't complain, so why did everyone have to marry him?

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 breasts.

-breast.

"It's a bit small..."

Night falls.

Samwell breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:

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

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

He thought it would be good to let his father misunderstand him like this. Otherwise, if he really said that he wanted to marry the daughter of the Duke of Highgarden, Lord Randyll would scold him for being wishful thinking.

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

"How about we stop giving the Golden Dragon and deduct it from my share of the war reparations." Samwell continued to discuss.

Samwell shut his mouth decisively.

Samwell crossed his arms and retorted: "Are you Dornish women so unruly?"

Earl Landau stared at his son for a long time: "Why don't you marry Elo? Are you afraid that she won't be beautiful? You don't have to worry about that. I have seen it for you. She is a very cute little girl."

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

"Stop! Samwell Caesar!"

Samwell was strolling back to his room after dinner.

Seeing that the man didn't respond, Princess Arianne raised her eyebrows and asked:

"What's the matter with you? A Dornish princess is marrying you. Shouldn't you be overjoyed?"

Could it be that my charm is already so irresistible?

"What's the proposal?" The rich fragrance of Miyi flowers came to his nostrils, and Samwell had to admit that it smelled quite good.

What's more, the two of them are in a hostile state now. Even with the brain down there, you can figure out that she must have bad intentions.

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.

Could it be that I saw it in a book?

Princess Arianne was not overly immersed in sadness. She quickly raised her head again, looked at Samwell with bright eyes, and said:

"Sam, let me give you a baby!"
Chapter completed!