"Hahaha! Princess Danyla, you truly are impressive! No wonder you managed to win over such formidable followers!"
Seeing that his identity had been exposed, Qoren Martell simply stopped trying to conceal it.
"But since we dared to come here, we never expected to leave alive."
"Dorne once danced with dragons, and we would gladly sleep with scorpions."
His arrogance and self-righteous air stirred a surge of anger in Danyla.
"Danced with dragons?! Hmph! Your Dornish talent for glorifying yourselves is just as disgusting as your underhanded tricks."
"Does a rat in the gutter think it no longer needs to fear grown cats just because it once bit a kitten?"
"If you truly had that ability and courage, you wouldn't have to resort to poisoning and assassination!"
"People always boast about what they lack. The more you disparage House Targaryen's great dragons, the more fiercely you reveal the fear burning in your hearts!"
"You conceited prince of Dorne, do you dare face me in single combat?! Let us see whether you Dornish truly have what it takes to dance with dragons!"
"Hahaha, you want to duel me?!"
After hearing Danyla's words, Qoren felt as though he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He laughed so hard he could barely straighten up.
"Listen, little princess of House Targaryen, real battles and duels are nothing like facing opponents in the Fighting Arena!"
"Without your great dragons, you Targaryens aren't necessarily any better than ordinary people. Even your Aegon the Conqueror usually relied on his elder sister and the Kingsguard to protect him, didn't he?"
Danyla had no intention of wasting more words on him. She drew her Valyrian steel sword, Nightfall, and pointed it down at him.
"There's no need to waste more words. Do you dare or not?"
"Very well!"