Princess Aleen walked through the corridor, the night wind as sharp as a knife, mixed with the smell of the sea and the scorching of the desert. The castle was brightly lit, like a sky full of stars falling into the mortal world.

Led by the maid, she came to the banquet hall.

The hall was filled with the sound of harps, flutes, and people's laughter, as well as the soft sound of knives and forks hitting plates.

Princess Arrien saw the young Storm King sitting on the throne on the high platform, dressed in a blue velvet coat, wearing a ruby Valyrian crown, and black eyes as deep as the endless abyss, casting a staring gaze at her.

The Count of Cleatus, sitting on the king's left hand, was talking earnestly, when he saw Princess Alyne entering the door, and immediately laughed:

"Welcome to our beautiful Princess Aleen!"

The chatter and laughter gradually stopped, and the guests turned their eyes to the once noble Princess of Dorne, with little respect in their expressions, more banter, anger, and even covetousness.

"I'm not a princess." Alene stepped forward, her eyes meeting Samwell's, "I'm just your captive, all I can do is ask for your mercy."

"His Majesty Caesar will give you the mercy you deserve." Count Cletus declared, "As long as you are willing to cooperate." "How does Your Majesty want me to cooperate?" Princess Arrene asked.

As well-behaved as a sheep. Are the people of the Martell family sheep? Apparently not.

Not to mention the "Red Viper" Prince Oberon, even Prince Dolang, who seems to be the weakest and likes to compromise the most, actually hides an extremely vicious heart.

At the coronation ceremony on Bloodreef Island, Samwell has already learned the viciousness of the other party.

From this, he became more and more convinced that the Martell family was a nest of poisonous snakes, and how could sheep be raised in the nest of poisonous snakes? So, looking at Princess Arlene, who was low-browed and pleasing to the eye in front of him, Samwell looked playful.

He did not speak, but the Count of Cletus seemed a little impatient, and could not help but speak in a pretentious manner:

"Your Majesty doesn't want to see Dorne shed blood, and hopes that this conflict can be resolved peacefully. Therefore ······"

At this point, the Earl of Cletus glanced at Samwell again, and seeing that the other party did not show any objection, he continued:

"Therefore, Your Majesty wants you to marry me."

Princess Arlene's expression remained unchanged, as if she had expected this. Her eyes were still fixed on Samwell, as if she was obsessed with him speaking in person:

"Caesar, is that so? You want me to marry Count Cletus?" Samwell smiled slightly, and finally spoke:

"I want a peaceful Dorne, a surrendered Dorne. If the marriage between House Ellenwood and House Martell can serve this purpose, then I have no objection."

"His Majesty Caesar is so right!" Count Cletus chimed in, "Dorne of peace, Dorne of submission, this is the blueprint that my heart desires. Your Highness, as long as you marry me, the war in Dorne will naturally subside, and we will submit to His Majesty the Storm King."

Princess Arrene looked at the fiery gaze cast by the young earl, and her mood was extremely complicated. If none of this had happened, Crutus Ellenwood would have been a good match for her.

He was handsome, brave, and noble, and three years ago, Princess Arrene might not have hesitated to accept his proposal.

It's a pity that it's too late now.

She killed his father.

He also killed countless warriors of the Martell family. The blood flowed like a river, and it was impossible to turn a blind eye.

Mountains of hatred piled up, and Princess Aleen couldn't let herself go.

Every night when she closed her eyes, she could see her father, who was covered in blood, and her uncle, who was burned by fire. She is Martell, and Martell does not forget hatred.

"Okay." Princess Alyne exclaimed, "I am willing to marry Count Cletus. I only hope that Your Majesty will forgive the Martell family."

"That's nature!" Count Cleatus stood up excitedly.

Being able to marry the beautiful Princess Alynn naturally makes him happy, but more importantly, after marrying Princess Dorne, he will be able to use it

In the name of her husband, he shares the authority of Dorne with her.

To this end, the Count of Cletus was able to forget even the hatred of Princess Aleen for killing his father.

"Let's have a drink and celebrate this engagement, and celebrate the peace that is about to come to Dorne!" The Count of Cletus announced in a loud voice.

The maid stepped forward with a flask, but was stopped halfway by Princess Arlen. With a charming smile, she took the flask and said:

"Let me pour the bar for you."

In between words, she had already removed a ruby from her bracelet and pinched it between her thumb and forefinger. Princess Araine vividly remembers the poisoning technique her uncle taught her when he gave her this gift.

Red Viper is a master of poisoning, and while she's not the best student, she knows she has to do her best.

The movements must be natural, smooth and agile······

In the blink of an eye, the ruby in his hand was crushed, and a drop of red water fell into the jug and disappeared.

It worked!

Princess Aleen felt that she had never been so steady and agile, and she believed that no one would be able to see her small movements. Except for the gods.

"It is our honor to be able to pour wine from Her Royal Highness the Princess." Count Cletus didn't realize the problem and said with a smile.

With a steady step and a smile on her face, Princess Arlene walked up to the platform with the flask in hand, first filling the glass in front of Samwell, then the Earl of Cletus, and then the other principal guests.

Finally, Princess Alyne poured herself a glass. Yes, she will drink this cup of poisoned wine too.

Then no one will suspect it at all.

Tonight, she hadn't planned to leave the banquet hall alive.

Defeat after defeat made her understand that on the frontal battlefield, she would never be able to complete her revenge. Fortunately, the advantage of the Dornians has never been in the frontal battle.

This can be seen from the history of the defeat of Aegon the Conqueror over Dorne three hundred years ago.

Princess Aleen couldn't help but look at Caesar, at the terrible enemy she would never be able to defeat in an upright way.

Samwell also happened to look at it, and showed a smile that made her panic. Did he find out?

No way!

"Thank you, Your Highness the Princess, for pouring the wine personally." Samwell lifted his glass, seemingly unaware of Arlene's small movements, "This one, Hondon!"

"Respect Dorne!" The crowd echoed in unison.

"Respect Dorne!" Princess Arrene said loudly, and without hesitation, she drank all the wine in her glass.

Sure enough, many people were staring at her, but as Princess Arrene drank the wine in her glass, their doubts disappeared and they drank it all.

Except for one person.

"Your Majesty Caesar," Count Cleatus also noticed that Samwell beside him didn't drink, "why don't you...

He was only halfway through his words before he got stuck in his throat, and then he clutched his neck in pain and hissed frighteningly thin

"There's poison in the wine!" The guards finally came to their senses and shouted loudly.

The Maester rushed to Count Cletus and tried to free him.

The maids screamed, the musicians scrambled, and the guests fell to the ground. The banquet hall was in a mess.

Only Samwell quietly watched Princess Arlene, watching her turn blue and seeing her fall to her knees. The gaze was full of mockery and pity.

Why? Why don't you drink it? Princess Alen stared at the tall figure, trying to ask questions, but could not say anything.

Her neck felt as if it was strangled by fingers of steel, unable to breathe. Her consciousness began to drift.

As she lay dying, Princess Aleen finally understood that her petty tricks had not been able to deceive Caesar at all. But then she suddenly realized a problem-

If Caesar found out that there was poison in the wine, why didn't he alert the others?

Why don't you just drink it yourself, but let the people of the Ellenwood family drink it······

Could it be that he also wants the people of the Ellenwood family to die?

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In a flash of lightning, Princess Aleen finally woke up.

At this moment, she just wanted to laugh out loud, laughing at her own ignorance, laughing at herself for doing the enemy a great favor. Yes, not only did she fail to complete her revenge, but instead sent a great gift to her enemies.

From now on, both the Martell and the Ellenwood family will retire from the power arena in Dorne, and which family will fill this vacancy?

Princess Aleen immediately had an innocent and pretty face in her mind. Natalie Dane!

Starfall City······ Where it all began.

It's where it all ends.

She suddenly thought that if she hadn't impulsively rallied the army of Dorne to fight Hawksbill Island in Starfall City, would everything have been different?

It's a pity that there are no ifs in the real world.

This is a question she will never get an answer to.

Princess Arrene took one last look at Caesar, the man she was destined to never be able to defeat. He was also quietly watching her, watching her take her last breath.

In the deep black pupils, the candle flame danced wildly.