The Greenblood River is the largest and longest river in Dorneland, nourishing one of the most fertile lands in the eastern part of Dorne.

It also made the area along the Greenblood River the core settlement of Dorneland.

"It's so beautiful." Princess Mycella Baratheon sighed.

The green river in front of me flows slowly, like a soft satin, and the boats dotted on it are like brilliant gems.

"Yes, it's the mother river of Dorne." Princess Arrene Martell said.

She took Mycella's arm affectionately, and from time to time she told her stories about Dorne, about the sandstorm, about the poisonous snake.

The two princesses wore a gauze of the same color and a white silk scarf to protect the wind, and walked side by side on the banks of the Green Blood River surrounded by a group of guards.

After walking for a while, a faint voice came from ahead.

Beyond the dunes, they saw hundreds of Dornites gathered on the beachhead not far away, dancing around a high platform, as if they were worshipping something.

"Are they holding sacrifices?" Princess Mycella asked curiously.

"Yes, they are paying tribute to the old man in the river."

As she got closer, Princess Mycella saw a giant turtle on the altar in front of the crowd.

"Is that the turtle? He's a god of the Roynarians, right? ”

"Yes." As she walked, Princess Arlene explained, "In the beliefs of the Royna, the Old Man of the River is a lesser god who was born in the Mother River and defeated the King of Crabs and won the right to rule the people of the water. ”

At this time, a man and a woman walked over from the crowd.

Both were young, the man had dark skin and a jade in his ear, and the woman had freckles.

"Her Majesty."

The two knelt down in front of Princess Mycella, but their salutation left her at a loss.

"Who are they? Why do you call me Your Majesty? Mycella grabbed Arlene's arm with some nervousness.

"They're orphans of the Green Blood River." Princess Aleen smiled and introduced, "My friends, too. This is the Mr. Garin, who likes to amuse me the most. And this beautiful maiden is Miss Sylva Santa, the heir of the Spotted Woods. ”

"Heir? But since you are an orphan, shouldn't your parents have died? That spotted forest should be yours. Mycella wondered.

Silva smiled and explained, "Your Majesty, you have misunderstood. We are descendants of the Roynars, and we have the blood of Queen Nemeria in our veins, and of course the blood of Prince Morse Martell, the Lord of Halberd City who married Queen Nemeria.

On the day of the wedding, Queen Nymeria burned all the ships and told her people that there was no way back and that Dorne was the new home of the Roynars.

Most of the people of Leurnar rejoiced and quickly settled into local life. But there are also some people who don't like this dry red land, don't like the seven-faced gods here, and stick to the old way of life.

These people call the orphans on the River of Green Blood because they call boats their home and float on the River of Green Blood, mourning the loss of their homeland and the Mother God they will never see again. ”

"I see." Mycella was stunned, but she still had another question, "Why did you call me Her Majesty just now?" ”

"Because you are." Gaylin laughed.

"Did something happen to Tomman?" Mycella panicked.

"Yes, he was held hostage by a group of traitors." "They egged him on to take the Iron Throne that rightfully belonged to you. ”

"What snatching?" Mycella was even more confused, "He didn't rob me of my throne, it should have belonged to Tommen......"

"You're older than Tommen, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm a year older than him."

"That's right." "According to the laws of Dorne, the Iron Throne should have belonged to you, but it was taken by Tommen. ”

Mysela shook her head repeatedly: "No! Not so......"

"Your Majesty, you don't have to blame your brother either. It's all the fault of those traitors. Rest assured, we'll help you reclaim your rights. ”

"Nope! I don't need your help! Mycella got angry and shook Arlene's arm, "Arlene, I don't like these friends of yours, let them go!" ”

Arlene waved her hand, motioned for Silva and Gayrin to leave, and then reassured Mycella:

"Okay, don't be angry, they two idiots don't even know what they're talking about. Let's go, I'll take you to see the rain prayer. ”

Although Misetla felt uncomfortable, she didn't pay much attention to it, and soon became happy again:

"So they're praying for rain? I've heard that some Roynars know water magic, is that true? ”

"It's true. The river of green blood you see now wasn't as wide as it was a long time ago, and it often broke off.

But ever since Queen Nemeria brought the Roynards to Dorne, the watermancers among them have cast magical spells to transform the River of Green Blood into what it is today. ”

"I see." Mycella looked at the altar with even more curiosity, "I heard from Uncle Tyrion that the Mad King is very fond of fire magicians, and has made them refine many dangerous fire magic creations, which can even turn the entire city of King's Landing to ashes if detonated......"

"The Hydromancer of Royna is not that dangerous." Princess Aleen led Mycella to the altar, "Water is also much milder than fire. ”

Mysera nodded repeatedly, and just then, she suddenly heard a dull loud noise in the sky.

It's like thunder.

Then, the rain fell and moistened the parched earth.

The crowd praying for rain erupted in cheers.

Mithera also stirred up: "They have succeeded! ”

She raised her head and let the raindrops fall on her face, freezing cold, dispelling the heat.

People shouted and ran to celebrate the miracle.

Mycella clapped her hands and cheered, but soon, she became nervous.

For people kept pouring towards her, and in the midst of the pushing, her guards were separated.

"Alen!" Mysera shouted.

The women around him also screamed.

In a trance, Mithera seemed to see a vicious face, and then felt a sharp pain in her arm.

She screamed again.

Eventually, the guards pushed through the frantic crowd and crowded around Mycella.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" Princess Arleen also ran over and took her in her arms.

"My hand hurts ......"

"Quick! Disperse the crowd and take Her Royal Highness away! Arlene commanded loudly.

Mithera only felt that her arm was becoming more and more numb, and this numbness gradually spread throughout her body, and even blurred her consciousness......

"Arlene......" Mycera murmured, and then fell into a coma.

Princess Aleen picked her up and escorted her away from the crowd by the guards.

After walking forward for a while, I saw a low-key carriage parked on the sand dunes.

Princess Arlene seemed to have anticipated this, and carried Princess Mycella into the carriage.

Inside the car, it was Prince Dolang.

"Father." Princess Aleen said hello, but did not explain the assassination of Princess Mycella.

And Prince Daolang didn't ask, but just said to the scholar on the side:

"Let's get started."

The maester stepped forward and tore open the sleeve of Princess Mycella's coat, exposing her wounds.

But instead of treating her, she allowed the blood to gurgle out of the wound and drip into the vessel below.

(End of chapter)