The white dragon landed on the square in front of the Ellenwood family fort, kicking up dust that covered the sky and the sun.

Earl Cletus Ilylenwood held his breath and let the scorching wind blow against his face, his heart filled with awe.

"Welcome to Ellenwood City, Your Majesty Caesar!" When the heat subsided, Count Cleatus bowed down and said loudly.

Samwell jumped off the white dragon's back, stepped forward to hold the arm of Earl Cletus, and said with a smile:

"Count Cletus, your father boasted to me about your bravery when he was alive, and when I see it today, it is really extraordinary."

"Your Majesty, you've won the prize. If it weren't for the fact that you sent troops to blockade the Green Blood River, cutting off the food and grass in Yang Halberd City, and the captives in the Riverlands and Vales broke out in rebellion, I'm afraid the Martell family would not have surrendered so quickly."

"What's going on in Halberd City right now?"

"It has been taken under the control of the captives of the Riverlands and the Vale, but there is a serious shortage of food in the city, and the situation is very bad. Princess Aleen knew that she was powerless to quell the chaos, so she laid down her arms and surrendered, and her request was for us to immediately support Yang Halberd City and stabilize the situation."

Samwell groaned for a moment and asked:

"What do you think should be done with the Martel family?"

Count Cletus glanced at the Storm King beside him, and said thoughtfully:

"Your Majesty, I have agreed to Princess Alian's request before, and I am preparing to send troops to Yang Halberd City. And······ I'm going to marry Princess Arlene."

Samwell stopped and turned his head to look into the other's eyes. The Count of Cletus panicked for no reason, and hurriedly explained:

"Your Majesty, I know I'm engaged to your sister, but······ I'm afraid I'll have to break the contract for the sake of stabilizing Dorne."

Samwell still didn't speak, just watched him quietly.

A fine cold sweat oozed from Count Cletus' forehead, and he spoke again:

"Your Majesty, my cousin, Sir Archibald, will marry your sister in my place, a knight more handsome and brave than I am, worthy of Miss Tara.

Your Majesty, please understand that I have only married Princess Arrene to successfully take over the power of Dorne, after all, the Martell family has a prestige in this land that no other family can match.

Rest assured, when we are married, I will bow my allegiance to you with her."

Seeing that Samwell still did not speak, Count Cletus became more and more flustered in his heart, and hurriedly said:

"If you want, we can also renounce titles like princes and princesses, accept the title of duke, and swear eternal allegiance to the Caesar family."

"Cletus." Samwell finally spoke, "Regretting marriage is not a decent thing. And have you forgotten that Alene killed your father with her own hands."

"Yes, yes, what you taught." Count Cleatus finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party spoke, and his attitude was not too bad, "Of course I haven't forgotten my father's hatred, but for the sake of Dorne's stability, I have to make this difficult choice. I hope you understand, too. If you need any compensation, please don't hesitate."

Samwell looked at the young earl playfully for a long time before he said:

"Your repentance broke my sister Tara's heart, so you must apologize to her personally."

"Of course, of course. I will kneel before Miss Tara and ask for her forgiveness." Count Cletus secretly rejoiced in his heart that Caesar's conditions were simpler than he had imagined, and that he was ready to accept the opening of the other lion's mouth.

I didn't expect ······

"I will always remember your forbearance! Dorne will always be loyal to the House of Caesar!" With that, the Count of Cletus bowed solemnly again.

It's a pity that he didn't see the cold light in Caesar's eyes when he bent down.

Samwell reached out to help Earl Cletus up, and a smile appeared on his face again, as if he no longer minded the other party's broken contract:

"Is Alen in the city?" "Yes."

"She agreed to marry you?"

"I haven't asked yet." Count Cletus laughed, "

After all, I want to ask for your consent in the first place. As long as you agree, is there any other choice for the Martell family? Since Princess Aleen has surrendered on her own initiative, it means that she has seen the situation clearly, and I believe that she will not refuse our kindness."

Samwell smiled meaningfully and said, "You'd better ask her opinion."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The Earl of Cletus graciously led Samwell into the castle, "We have prepared a sumptuous dinner, and we hope you will be satisfied."

In a small room on the top floor of the castle, Princess Arrene was sitting on the carpet and drinking wine without an image.

The room was bright and tidy, with a sivas chessboard on a mahogany table, but the pieces on it were thrown all over the floor. There were lemons and roast lamb shanks on the table, as well as raisins and dragon peppers, but Princess Aleen apparently didn't touch them, and only took red wine.

The bottle of wine was quickly consumed, and Princess Arleen staggered to her feet and stood by the window. The east-facing windows open to the blue of the Sea of Dorne and the dusky sand dunes.

Princess Arrene looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window and burst into tears. It must be too much wind and sand. She thought to herself.

Closing the window, Princess Arrene threw herself on the feather bed, staring at the empty ceiling in a daze. I don't know how long later, there was a knock on the door.

Princess Aleen thought it was the servant who delivered the meal, so she did not respond.

After a while, the maid pushed the door open and said:

"Your Highness, please bathe and cleanse yourself, and you will attend the Earl's dinner later." "Dinner?"

"Yes. His Majesty Caesar, the Storm King, is in the city of Ellenwood, and the Earl invites you to a welcome dinner specially prepared for this purpose."

Princess Alen's gaze finally focused, and she sat up from the bed suddenly, her brain dizzy from the speed.

After a pause, she said, "Okay, serve me in the bath." "Yes, Your Highness."

When the maid was ready for the hot water, Princess Arrene took off her gauze skirt, spread her long hair, and slid into the bathtub like a mermaid, dimmering her delicate body in the hot water at the right temperature.

The warm water of the pool was like the embrace of relatives, so that the anxiety and panic in Princess Alian's heart gradually faded. In the mist, she seemed to see the face of her father, Prince Daolang, the face of weeping blood.

There are also uncles, Prince Oberon, and younger brothers, Quentin······ There are also countless do-benefactors, who have cold eyes and open their mouths to speak, but they can't hear anything clearly.

Princess Aleen closed her eyes tightly, tears hanging from her long eyelashes. It wasn't until the maid reminded her that she got up and stepped out of the bathtub.

The maids dried the princess's body and hair, put her hair back in a bun, and changed into a sleeveless silk dress and sedge-woven sandals.

"Your Highness, please come with us."

"Wait a minute." Princess Aleen walked over to the bedside and rummaged through her trinket box to retrieve a delicate gemstone bracelet.

It was a gift from her uncle, Prince Oberon, on the day of her coming-of-age.

From this day forward, you're a big girl." She remembered her uncle saying, "You have to have your own weapons. Yes, this is a weapon given to her by her uncle.

Lethal weapons.

There are more than a dozen gemstones strung on the bracelet, one of which is crystal clear, as if some kind of liquid is flowing inside. Princess Aleen wore the bracelet on her wrist and silently chanted the language of the Martel family—unyielding, unbreaking, indomitable.

Her gaze grew firmer and colder.

"Let's go." Princess Arrene turned her head and smiled again.