Chapter 59 - The Preparations Before the Coronation (IV)
"It seems that Rhaegar's ghost has come back to life and is bringing fire and blood to his murderers," Oberyn Martell thought when he saw Prince Aenar's appearance.
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In the port of Volantis, a huge ship with no coat of arms was docked.
"Uncle, is Volantis in the same shape as you saw it on your last visit?" Arianne asked, looking at the gigantic red towers burning brightly. The city seemed alive, even at night, with people coming and going in a hurry.
"It's very different. In the old days, this city smelled like a sweaty old whore," Oberyn replied, looking at the city he had visited seven years ago. It really was very different from what he remembered, especially the people, whom he had always considered strange.
Oberyn's comparison made Arianne and all his daughters laugh. His mistress, Ellaria, took his arm and subtly pointed forward with her eyes.
Oberyn followed his lover's gaze and saw troops approaching. They were all wearing red armor and looked powerful. It wasn't a new army that had never taken part in a war. The soldiers in front of him were experienced and had seen war, steel and blood up close.
A truly powerful army.
According to Doran's spies, Oberyn knew that this army had fought against a horde of forty thousand Dothraki, not to mention the army of mercenaries. It was a great achievement, given that he knew the Dothraki and the mercenaries better than anyone, after all, he himself had been the general of a group of mercenaries.
However, it was the man leading the soldiers who caught Oberyn's eye. He was a middle-aged man, tall and thin. His skin was black as tar, darker than coal or jet.
He was a monster of a man, huge, over six feet tall and as wide as two men. A tangle of pure white hair grew around his face like a lion's mane.