Chương 236: Chapter 235: The Sand Snake Sisters
The news of finding Aegon Targaryen did not cause a great stir in Pentos, as the Targaryen surname was still somewhat unfamiliar to the city-state. However, for the dwindling Targaryen family, it was a significant event.
Young Aegon washed the dye from his hair, revealing his natural color, a head of silver-gold hair, though it seemed dull compared to Viserys' radiant hair. His eyes appeared to be deep blue, looking somewhat black under the light, and only had a hint of purple in the twilight.
Jon's explanation was that Aegon's mother, Elia, had dark eyes, and young Aegon inherited his father's silver hair but his mother's dark eyes. Just like his sister Rhaenys, who had brown hair and dark eyes, and apart from her beautiful appearance, she had no Targaryen features.
Viserys did not comment on this, whether he was a true dragon, a cloth dragon, or a Blackfyre, he had his own measure. Indeed, there was no better way to verify parentage in this era. When the Targaryens had dragons, there were princes and princesses who had no connection with the dragons.
Long ago, when he was still a Targaryen prince in the Red Keep, he had seen Aegon in his swaddling clothes. At that time, young Aegon was just a baby, held by his sister-in-law Elia. Even though Viserys remembered what young Aegon looked like at that time, he couldn't compare it to the eight or nine-year-old boy now.
Subsequently, Viserys took young Aegon back to the palace where he was staying. It was then that he learned that he had visitors.
In the palace garden not far away, several elegantly dressed girls were admiring the surrounding scenery. Although most of the flowers in the palace garden had withered with the arrival of winter, there were still a few plants that could survive the winter sprouting green buds.
Viserys, holding young Aegon, rode his beautiful white warhorse, with a black and red cloak embroidered with a three-headed dragon emblem draped over the horse's back. His silver-gold hair was tied back with a hairband and hung on the cloak behind him, with two strands of hair fluttering in the wind. Viserys held young Aegon with one hand and the reins with the other.
"Your Majesty," a guard said a few words to Viserys.
"Oh?" The young man on horseback looked somewhat surprised, raised his head to look at the group of girls not far away, then nodded and jumped down from the horse.
A guard from the palace took the reins from Viserys and led the horse away, and the young king waved to a passing maid. "Come here."
"Your Majesty," the maids hurried over and bowed.
Viserys, holding the boy's hand, gave a few instructions to the maids, then lowered his head to pat young Aegon's shoulder. He then handed the boy over to them to arrange a place to stay in the palace.
Meanwhile, not far away, the beautifully dressed Dornish girls also noticed Viserys and recognized him at a glance. They huddled together, whispering something, then burst into a fit of giggles. The other girls poked the olive-skinned Dornish girl in the middle, who was wearing a sandy yellow dress, and then they all walked towards Viserys.
"Melted silver hair, violet eyes, you must be the master of this palace... King Viserys Targaryen," the Dornish girl slightly lifted her skirt, gently curtsying. "My name is Arianne, my father is the Prince of Dorne, Doran Nymeros Martell."
Arianne's curtsy was very standard, in line with the etiquette of a noble girl, and she seemed to exude a ladylike aura. However, she subtly emphasized her figure in some minor movements. At the same time, Arianne's beautiful eyes were quietly roaming on Viserys' handsome face, like a magnet.
Arianne was extremely satisfied with the silver-haired, cool-eyed young man in front of her. Although Viserys did not have the adventurous and forbidden temperament that Arianne liked, his appearance was so outstanding that it could crush all the men she had ever seen. Especially his pair of eyes, which deeply attracted Arianne's attention, and once she was drawn in, she didn't want to pull away.
At this moment, "Your Majesty," "Your Majesty," the other three Dornish girls surrounding Arianne Martell also stepped forward, slightly bowing. The oldest of them was quite robust, tall, with long, powerful legs, and a steel whip strapped to her back. She looked to be about twenty years old.
"Your Majesty," "My name is Obara Sand."
The oldest girl had a rather ordinary face, and her voice was not very pleasant, sounding a bit dull and hoarse, unlike the usual sweet voice of a girl. Then Obara turned to introduce her other sisters to Viserys.
"This is my sister, Nymeria Sand."
The second girl was slender, her black hair braided and tied with a red-gold cord. Her skin was milky white, and her face was much prettier than her sister Obara's.
The third and youngest girl was named Tyene Sand, with golden hair and blue eyes. Tyene's smile was very sweet, and she even secretly winked at Viserys, rubbing her chest with her finger.
"We are the bastard daughters of Prince Oberyn Martell."
After introducing all her sisters with her husky voice, Obara, the eldest of the 'Sand Snakes', turned to look at Viserys. "Your Majesty."
However, Viserys took all this in with calmness, only lingering a bit longer on Tyene's face, then looking at Obara and nodding slightly. "The Sand Snake sisters," "I've heard of you from your father."
Back then, Oberyn even joked with Viserys. If it weren't for the fact that his daughters were all bastards and couldn't match Viserys, he would even want to marry his daughters to him, even as a mistress.
Oberyn himself was naturally licentious and had no qualms about love affairs. It was known that during the Targaryen dynasty, not every noble girl had the chance to become a mistress of the Targaryen family, let alone bear his child.
Viserys merely glanced at the Sand Snakes, then turned his gaze to Arianne Martell, nodded and said. "Welcome, Your Royal Highness, to Pentos."
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