Within Throne Room.
Trystane Martell sat on the throne, trembling.
There were two heads in front of him, namely his brother Quentyn Martell, and his father Doran Martell.
In front of him, Melisandre began to peel off his face with a knife to make a human skin mask.
After a while.
Gary couldn't wait to try on the newly released human skin mask. The potion on the back of the face was a little sticky, but the mask overall fit well.
Trystane Martell watched in horror as Gary put it on his father's face, and then began to move his facial muscles. The human skin mask looked very natural, without the stiffness of other masks at all.
Gary looked up at that old face and asked, "What do you think? If you object too, I will make you into a mask. Let the other three people pretend to be your father and son and indirectly control Dorne. In this case, you House Martell will be completely destroyed."
"If you can agree, you can at least preserve the family bloodline."
Trystane Martell suppressed his fear and shouted, "Delusion! I will not betray my country, nor can I betray my relatives. Just kill me, Arianne sister will avenge me!"
"Oh? You mean the Princess Arianne who is on her way home?"
Gary pretended to be a loving father looking at his son, "Do you think I look like Prince Doran?"
Trystane Martell looked sad. Gary's expression and eyes were not like Prince Doran, but this vivid face made him hallucinate. The other person seemed to be his father...
Wait, he seemed to have thought of something, and shouted in horror, "You... you killed her?!"
Gary smiled mysteriously, "Yes, how do you know that the Arianne princess who is returning home is the real Arianne Martell?"
Trystane Martell was sweating profusely, "What do you want?"
"Iron Throne rules Seven Kingdoms. Wouldn't it be incomplete without Dorne?" Gary squinted his eyes, as if he was really a wily Prince Doran.
Trystane Martell was so anxious that he almost cried, "But, you clearly still have Westerlands, Stormlands and the Reach who have not recovered..."
"Thank you for your concern."
Gary said in a calm tone, "But the meal must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked step by step. After I solve Dorne's problems, won't I go back to deal with them?"
At this time, Obara and Nymeria brought in three men, who happened to be similar in size to the Martells.
As expected of Sand Snakes, who has lived beside Martel and his son all year round, he has a good eye for picking people.
"Your Majesty, the physiques of these three servants are very similar to the prince and the two princes. Please take a look at them."
Gary turned around, "A servant? Your temperament needs to change. You are so humble when you see everyone. How can you look like a prince?"
Obara answered, "Understood, we must improve their temperament as soon as possible."
"Well, let's go down." Gary waved his hand and asked them to take the three frightened servants down.
Gary slowly pulled out Falling Plum from his waist, "Prince Trystane, my patience is limited. You see, they have even found a candidate to wear a human skin mask. If you still disagree, I will have to turn you into one too..."
"I agree!"
Trystane Martell sniffed crazily, holding back the tears in his eyes, "I want my fiancée, please give her back to me!"
"Oh? Can't you tell, you're still a lover?" Gary took it into consideration and said casually, "Your fiancée is going back to King's Landing to treat the wounds on her face. The alchemist Magic guild there can use the power of Magic to cure her."
He also did not forget to give Trystane a hope, "When the war is over, if she wants, she can come back and marry you. Even though I am the king, I cannot force the daughter of a minister to come to a foreign country for marriage."
Trystane was silent for a moment with great regret, "I want to meet Princess Myrcella."
Gary re-sheathed Falling Plum, "If you are obedient enough, you will have the opportunity to say goodbye to Myrcella on the eve of our departure from Dorne."
On the second day, Palace's crisis was lifted.
Prince Doran, who was seriously ill, appeared in person to explain the situation. It turned out that Sand Snakes did not rebel, but Ironborn's Citadel's sent assassins in an attempt to assassinate him and let Prince Quentyn inherit the throne.
Prince Quentyn, who colluded with Ironborn, also admitted his crime in full view of the public, and was finally taken to the dungeon by Prince Doran.
At this point, this Palace farce has come to an end
A few days later, Prince Doran's condition worsened and he handed over all government affairs to Prince Trystane.
Dorne, Skyreach.
Arianne, who was resting here temporarily, also learned about Sunspear. She took the secret letter and angrily came to a certain room and questioned the man in the room.
"Is this the surprise you call? Garlan·Tyrell, what exactly do you and Luke·Stark want to do?"
Garlan was wearing a bright silver armor, sitting on the balcony, wiping a two-handed broadsword. He did not look back and said calmly, "Did King in the North take action? Oh, he is indeed here Dorne."
Arianne threw the secret message in Garlan's face, "I don't care what you want to do, if you dare to go against my father, I will use all my Dorne power to destroy your kingdom."
Garlan picked up the letter and read the contents carefully. After reading the letter, he concluded, "It is abnormal for your father to delegate power to your younger brother. I estimate that your younger brother has taken refuge in King in the North, and you are the biggest obstacle to him inheriting the throne. They will come to kill you, I just need to stay by your side."
Arianne could not understand this man more and more, "You betrayed Luke·Stark? You still want to protect me? Why?"
Did he fall in love with her body? No, Garlan·Tyrell is not such a person.
Garlan turned to look at Arianne, "It's not protection, you are just my bait. When King in the North takes the initiative to come to the door, I will kill him! This will not violate the order of Heavenly Father, but it will also achieve my goal."
"Heavenly Father? Seven? I think you are really crazy!"
Arianne got sulky and said, "Forget it, you are Luke·Stark's second uncle, so you are a very important bargaining chip to me."
"Huh~"
A cold wind blew by.
Garlan leaned on his big sword and said in a blabbering voice, "He's here."
"What's coming?"
Arianne did not get an answer from Garlan, because a Ice giant sword was waved in the sky, and the gate of the castle was already split open by it.
"Boom!"
A huge Ice Giants wielded two giant Ice Blade, smashed through the City Gate, rushed into the castle, and frantically harvested the lives of the soldiers in the city.
Arianne was so scared that she almost lost her balance. She knew this kind of Magic, "Luke·Stark?"