At these words, all the ministers of the Small Council immediately frowned, and even Daenerys Targaryen stood frozen in place.
Monogamy was a rule of the Seven Gods, a legal continuation of the kingdom's system.
Except for Aegon Targaryen, the Ancestor Dragon, who still lived under slavery, no subsequent monarch dared to defy the world by taking two queens.
"Damn Rhaenys Targaryen,"
Daenerys Targaryen was almost driven mad by her niece.
What 'returning to Dorne to see family'? What a manipulative woman!
She was clearly going home to rally support!
But she had family in Dorne, while she herself had nothing but her brother.
Thinking of this, Daenerys Targaryen stomped her foot in frustration!
The next moment, she looked pleadingly at Grand Maester Daniel.
Grand Maester Daniel was an elder who had followed Viserys Targaryen all the way from Dragonstone.
He had painstakingly raised Viserys and Daenerys since they were young, practically acting as their adoptive father.
"No!"
Seeing Daenerys Targaryen's teary-eyed expression, Grand Maester Daniel could only shake his head helplessly and step forward to object: "This violates the faith of the Seven Gods and will lead to a bloody struggle for the throne among future generations!"
At these words, The Red Viper's face instantly turned ugly.
He absolutely could not accept Viserys Targaryen's terms.
Handing over the desert oases and supply lines would mean Dorne could no longer contend with the iron throne.
Compared to the Prince's seat of Dorne, this was the top priority!
"Let Aegon Targaryen marry into House Martell, and relocate the Dragonpit to Dorne. In return, Dorne will hand over the map and the Prince's seat!"
Oberyn Martell gritted his teeth and said firmly.
In this way, Dorne would surrender its ability to contend with the iron throne, but it would also gain a portion of the Targaryen Family's bloodline.
The Targaryen Family had a tradition of intermarrying for generations.
Even without intermarriage in this era, House Martell, having obtained true dragon blood, would sooner or later be completely integrated into the power center of the iron throne!
"Hahahaha!"
Viserys Targaryen was almost laughing in anger at him.
He was on the verge of death, yet he was still thinking about power struggles!
In Viserys Targaryen's eyes, Dorne was no different from those usurpers.
If he hadn't used means to protect Young Aegon and Rhaenys, the two of them would have no connection whatsoever now!
Not to mention, in the original story, Prince Doran even put aside his hatred and allowed his son to marry into House Lannister of the Westerlands!
Viserys Targaryen had already seen through everything.
So-called loyalty was merely admiration for strength!
Even Barristan Selmy, who was known for his loyalty and bravery, didn't he still serve under the false king Robert Baratheon on the iron throne?
When he was dismissed from the Kingsguard by Cersei Lannister, didn't he still return to the Targaryen Family with his tail between his legs?
The root cause of the usurper's war was never the cruelty of the Mad King Aerys Targaryen, but the weakness of the Targaryen Family after losing their dragons.
Look at the history of the Targaryen Family; Maegor Targaryen was cruel enough, wasn't he? Yet he still firmly held the iron throne!
The weak are bullied; this was the root cause of the Targaryen Family's decline.
"How many queens I have, and which queen I marry, does not require Dorne's opinion!"
Viserys Targaryen said coldly.
Hearing this, Roose stood dumbfounded.
He never expected that Viserys Targaryen would completely disregard the opinion of a principality.
The Lord of the Seven Kingdoms would be so strong!
"Is this the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms? So domineering! Many times stronger than his father, Lord Roose Bolton!"
Before he finished speaking, and before Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper, could react, Viserys Targaryen kicked the letters of allegiance beside him to the ground.
Clatter!
All kinds of letters of allegiance, engraved with house sigils, fell like snowflakes before Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper, countless of them!
The Red Viper looked around and saw Old Frey of the Twins, Lord Roose Bolton of the North, House Tyrell of The Reach... Most strikingly, there was even a letter engraved with a stag sigil—Renly Baratheon!
At this moment, Oberyn Martell could no longer hold on.
From a young age, he had been taught not to put all his eggs in one basket!
But to ally with an enemy, what kind of outrageous move was that?
He was Robert Baratheon's younger brother, the lord of Storm's End!
The next moment, he walked directly forward and picked up the letter from Renly Baratheon.
"To His Majesty, Viserys Targaryen, the true dragon: I am Renly Baratheon, brother of the usurper! The assassination attempt on you at Dragonstone last time was a conspiracy by my brother and Lord Tywin, and had nothing to do with me!
It just so happened that it was my turn to execute the plan, and to protect you, I abandoned it midway, giving you a glimmer of hope. I am a loyal guardian of the Targaryen Family!
As long as you agree to support Westeros and spare House Baratheon, I am willing to serve you like a dog or horse, capture Robert Baratheon alive, and bring the Stormlands to submission..."
Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper, could barely read on.
The flattery Renly Baratheon displayed in every line was sickeningly obvious.
If this were his own younger brother, Oberyn Martell would surely beat him to death!
But seeing the unique stag seal, Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper, finally calmed down.
He knew that if Viserys Targaryen wished it.
He only needed to raise his arm, and all the nobles of Westeros would stand behind him.
What iron throne, what noble factions, before the Night King was completely defeated, there was only the distinction between the living and the dead!
"Deal!"
Prince Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper, closed his eyes in pain, no longer attempting to struggle.
From today onwards, Dorne would experience its most humiliating moment since Aegon Targaryen unified the six kingdoms of Westeros.
House Martell would completely relinquish the title of Prince of Dorne, hand over the supply lines hidden in the desert oases, and gain the same status as other principalities in Westeros.
At this moment, the iron throne, represented by Viserys Targaryen, had nominally brought all Seven Kingdoms into its grasp!
...And at this very moment, the false king Robert Baratheon, with a scruffy beard and a weathered face, looked exactly like a prisoner begging for alms everywhere.
He had fled south from beyond the Wall in the North, suffering repeated defeats but always fighting again.
Finally, today, with the help of a maester, he found the hope that could successfully defeat the wights and the Night King—a dragonglass mine!
"Everyone, listen to me! There are many dragonglass in the caves on Dragonstone that can kill wights and Others. Today, I will personally lead you down to mine them and defeat them!"
At this moment, Robert Baratheon looked exactly like a cult leader.
If not for his knack for boosting morale and always leading by example in resisting the Night King's army of wights, the Baratheon Dynasty would probably have been overthrown by now!
"Defeat them!"
"Defeat them!"
The soldiers raised their broken weapons and shouted, ready to die.
Compared to those terrifying wights, they could only grit their teeth and support this king before them!
"Hahahaha, victory is at hand!"
Robert Baratheon laughed uproariously.
The last time he was this happy was when he hatched a Hatchling Dragon!
Facing these unkillable wight armies, the Night King had almost shattered his dao heart.
Fortunately, Heaven had mercy, and his ancestors had left behind a method to defeat the Night King in ancient texts!
The next moment, he took the lead and plunged into the dragonglass caves of Dragonstone.