The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

The Watergarden was the private residence of the Dornish rulers. It is a palace composed of fountains and gardens. It is located on the beach three leagues (a length unit) west of Sunspear, the capital of Dorne, and a coastal road separates them.

Prince Malon Martell built this garden as a gift to his Targaryen bride to mark the union of Dorne and the Iron Throne. Balconies here overlook numerous pools and fountains, shadowed by blood orange trees, and pale pink marble floors cover the gardens and courtyards, past a row of carved beams and through elegant arches.

Autumn here is very refreshing. The days are hot, the nights are cool, the salty wind blows from the sea, and there are fountains and pools. There are also many children here, boys and girls of noble birth. Noble families and families from all over Dorne and from all walks of life will send their children to Fallingwater Gardens to be raised. Here, children can play together on the beach, pools, and fountains.

However, today, the atmosphere in this garden is not very pleasant.

A quarrel is about to arise here.

One of the two parties in the quarrel is the ruler of Dorne, Doran Martell. This is a cautious and quiet man who never shows his emotions. He had severe gout and had difficulty walking. He is nearly fifty years old, but just by looking at his white hair and the wrinkles on his forehead and the corners of his eyes, it is not surprising that people think he is an old man in his sixties or seventies. Years of illness and the pain and hatred of his sister's tragic death at the hands of his enemies have made him old to this day.

The other party she was quarreling with was his eldest daughter, Arianne Martell.

Arianne is plump and beautiful, with olive skin, big black eyes, and glossy black curly hair. Like her mother, she was short, only five feet two inches tall. Arianne is 23 years old. Although she is noble and beautiful, she is still unmarried.

She is the eldest daughter of Prince Doran and his wife Melario. According to the tradition of Dorne, she is the heir to Sunspear and Dorne.

Due to her father's reasons, she is still unmarried.

Arianne also once hoped to take the initiative to find a more suitable partner. She also had many suitors, and she herself believed that handsome men were her weakness, especially when they had an adventurous and taboo temperament. She did.

However, her father rejected all such candidates and even prevented her from contacting these people. She always thought that this was his father's way of depriving her of her inheritance rights, which caused her to be very resentful towards her father.

Now, after the sword-drawing ceremony in Pentos, a letter from Prince Oberon made her completely despair. In the letter, she discovered that she was actually assigned to a saint who went to the Dragon God Church. This was a naked attempt to deprive her of her inheritance rights.

Arianne is determined to resist. As the first heir of Dorne, although she has no real power, she still has some influence. Her childhood playmates in Fallingwater Gardens, as well as several illegitimate daughters of her uncle Oberyn, are all with her. They have a good relationship and are now her confidants.

Arianne was originally a calculating, adventurous, and hot-tempered person. She will do whatever it takes to get what she thinks she deserves. Now she has contacted these confidants, as well as some of the guard commanders in Sunspear who have taken refuge with her, waiting for an opportunity to rebel against her father and force him to directly pass the throne to her.

However, how can a newborn fox compare to an old fox?

Soon, her plot was discovered by her father.

So Prince Daoming locked his daughter in a comfortable cell in the tower.

Being cut off from communication with the outside world, and even the servants who took care of her were prohibited from talking to her, Arianne began a hunger strike.

Eventually, Prince Doran had to speak to Arianne himself.

Before being taken to see her father, she had thought about being simple and humble, sincerely repentant, and kneeling at his feet begging for forgiveness or she would never hear the noise of other humans again.

But when she saw her father again, for some reason, she couldn't kneel down and beg as planned.

She just said, "Father.

He studied her face for a long time, and then said, "Why? Tell me, Arianne. Tell me why. You are my daughter, Arianne, the little girl who came to me when she scraped her knee. I am very It’s hard to believe you would plot against me. I must know the truth.”

"Why?" Arianne sneered. She felt it was time to settle the accounts. "Haha, you always tolerate your anger like a saint towards Duke Tywin and the Lannister family; but you have no tolerance at all towards your own flesh and blood.

"Only when you have endured hardship can you become a master." Arianne, don't mistake patience for swallowing your anger. I have been working on Tywin Lannister's demise since the day they told me of Arya and the children's deaths. I hoped with all my heart that I could deprive him of everything he held dear before killing him with my own hands. "My father's face twitched, as if saying these words caused him pain. Is this what you want?"

"Really?" The princess felt that he was avoiding the easy matter: "I want my rights."

"Your rights?" asked the prince.

"Dorn."

"You'll have Dorne when I die. Are you so eager to get rid of me?"

"I should ask you this question, father. I nominally have inherited power over Dorne. However, Uncle Oberyn is the one who really holds the power. You make him the acting Lord of Sunspear and you are personally responsible for it." Taxes are collected, the treasury is handed over to the steward, the magistrate is responsible for the order of the city, the judge presides over legal arbitration, and the bachelor is responsible for handling insignificant letters. The only thing I have to do is drink, have fun and entertain guests. You are making excuses for me."

"That's not true."

"No? How about asking my brother?"

"Tristan?"

“Kunyan.

The father's face fell. "It is disgraceful for you to be so suspicious, Arianne. Quentin is the one who is plotting against me. When I gave him away as an adopted son, he was just a child and did not yet understand Dorne's needs. To him, His adoptive father, Anders Yronwood, was more of a father than I was, yet your brother remains loyal and filial."

"Why not? You like him, always have. Not only does he look like you, he 'thinks' like you, and you plan to pass on Dorne to him - don't bother denying it! When I was four, I saw That letter." The words in the letter burned like fire in her memory.

‘One day, you will sit in my position and rule Dorne. ’ These are your exact words. Tell me, father, when did you decide to disinherit me? From the day Quentin was born, or from the day I was born? What did I do to make you hate me so much?" What annoyed her was that now she Her eyes were filled with tears. She didn't want to appear so weak in front of her father.

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"I never hated you." Prince Doran's voice was as thin as parchment and full of sadness. "Arianne, you don't understand."

"Do you deny writing these words?"

"No. At that time, Quentin had just gone to Yronwood. I did plan to let him succeed me, that's right. As for you, I have other plans."

"Oh, yes," she sneered, "these plans. Gyles Rosby, Blind Ben Bisbury, Greybeard Granderson—these plans of yours." She wouldn't give it. A chance for him to explain. "I understand that it is my duty to provide an heir for Dorne, and I have never forgotten that. I would love to marry, but the marriages you have set for me are all insults. They are all old men, every time. If Why do you want me to marry Walder Frey when you have so little love for me?"

"Because I know you will refuse. When you reach a certain age, I must be seen that I am looking for a spouse for you, otherwise it will inevitably arouse suspicion. But I dare not propose to you any candidates who may be accepted by you. You We've been engaged for a long time, Arianne.

Engagement? Arianne stared at him suspiciously. "What did you say? Another lie? You never told it..."

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"The agreement was signed in secret. I planned to wait until you are old enough to tell you... wait until you grow up, I wanted to, but..."

"I am now twenty-one years old and have been an adult for five years!" Arianne said angrily.

"I know, I know. I kept it secret from you for too long to protect you. Arianne, your nature... To you, secrets are just a wonderful story. I can't take risks.

She was puzzled. engagement. I have an engagement. "Who is it? Who have I been engaged to for all these years?"

"It doesn't matter. He's dead."

She was even more confused. "The old guy is so fragile. Did he break his butt, or was he suffering from typhoid or gout?"

"It was Prince Viserys. He died under the dragon's fire. God is not as good as man." Prince Doran made a tired gesture with his red and swollen hands. "Dorn is yours, I give you my word, if my word still means anything to you.

"Dorne is mine?" Arianne looked at him suspiciously. "You have decided to let me become a saint in the Church of the Dragon God. Tell me, do you want me to be as abstinent as a nun of the Seven Gods for the rest of my life and remain an old maid until my death? Or do you want me to be like the saint of Meereen?" Like the saints in the temple of En, they are either used as sacrifices or used to entertain wealthy guests. Father...or just appoint Quentin as the heir, and then summon Hota and his axe, Let me die beside my cousins.”

"You don't know," his father sighed and said in a deep voice, "you don't know what my brother saw in the Dragon God Church and Pantos. Oh, that was a real miracle: Temples that appeared overnight, water and fire that never dries up, moving statues and portraits, magic far beyond the tricks of magic sticks, Azor Ahai's 'Lightbringer', three dragon eggs hatched from petrified The dragon that appeared, and a true messenger of God. What he saw was our desire."

Arianne's eyes narrowed. "Our desire?"

"revenge."

His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid that someone would hear him.

"justice."

Prince Doran pressed a Dragon God emblem into her palm with his swollen and inflamed fingers and whispered, "Blood and fire."