A group of benevolent nobles were brought into the meeting hall of Storm's End one after another.

When they saw Lord Anders Yronwood returning from Sunspear, they gathered around and asked about the situation.

After learning that Princess Arianne had agreed to change prisoners, everyone smiled in relief.

The conversation was much more relaxed, and many people had already started to praise Earl Anders.

And when Prince Doran was pushed into the hall in a wheelchair, most of the Dornish nobles just looked at him indifferently, and no one stepped forward to salute.

It seemed that it was not their lord who came in, but just an irrelevant stranger.

Although the few Dorne nobles still respected their lords, they did not act out of the ordinary when they saw this situation.

From Earl Anders, they have learned that Prince Doran was not included in the prisoner exchange plan.

Obviously, Caesar did not intend to let go of the culprit who conspired to assassinate him.

They immediately realized that if Prince Doran could not return to Sunspear, the political landscape of Dorne would be changed drastically.

Princess Arianne alone can't support the situation, and perhaps the decline of the Martell family will begin from then on.

Earl Anders Yronwood seems to have become the most promising person to take charge of Dorne's future authority, so these Dorne nobles will start to curry favor in advance.

Prince Doran was indifferent to the indifference of the Dorne nobles, and just quietly played with the cyvasse chess piece in his hand.

But his hands trembled badly, and he didn't know whether it was because of the gout or because of his restless heart.

In just a few days, Prince Daolan seemed to have aged more than ten years, and the exhaustion on his face could not be concealed at all.

Footsteps sounded again.

Then came the greetings of "Your Majesty".

Prince Doran finally looked up, and saw the young Storm King walking slowly into the hall.

In the eyes of Prince Doran, Samwell's appearance has not changed much, except for the addition of a conqueror's crown on his head, but perhaps because of this, the whole temperament of this person has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Thinking of this person's resurrection from the dead on Blood Reef Island and the series of miraculous scenes that happened afterwards, the bitterness in Prince Doran's heart became more intense.

Samwell sat on the throne, glanced slowly across the hall, and then said:

"I have good news for you. Sunspear City has agreed to exchange prisoners. Forty-eight of you will be exchanged for 20,000 Stormtroopers."

"Doran Martell is not included in the exchange of prisoners." Samwell added a special sentence.

Prince Doran did not show any frustration or anger. He spoke lightly and asked:

"Caesar, what are you going to do with me?"

Samwell ignored him, but continued to say to the Dorne nobles:

"Before we let you go back, there is one last request."

"What request?" asked Lord Anders Yronwood.

Samwell pointed to Prince Doran:

"This man has put you in danger because of his own selfishness. Therefore, each of you can stab him with a sword, and you can return to Dorne."

As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence in the hall.

"What if we don't stab?" Count Harman Uller asked.

"Then stay and don't go," Samwell said.

"Your Majesty Caesar." Earl Anders reminded, "If you detain the nobles of Dorne, I am afraid that Sunspear City will not agree to let the storm army back."

"Then suspend the exchange of prisoners first." Samwell waved his hand nonchalantly, "It doesn't take much food to raise more than forty of you, but Dorne will support an army of 20,000 for me. Let's see who is more urgent.

Moreover, I am not asking you to kill Daoran, just to stab each of you with a sword. "

"Where is the thorn?" Earl Anders asked.

"Whatever you want." Samwell said, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, "As long as there is blood."

Hearing that blood was all that was needed, the Dorne nobles, who were still somewhat resistant at first, breathed a sigh of relief.

This does not appear to be unacceptable.

Didn't he force himself to kill Prince Doran.

Just a little punishment...

What's more, they had already had resentment towards Prince Doran, and they just took this opportunity to vent it.

"Don't be fooled." Prince Doran said, "This is an insidious trap. Once your hands are stained with my blood, Dorne will surely split..."

"Shut up, Doran!" Earl Anders Yronwood interrupted angrily, "Haven't you hurt Dorne badly enough these years? This time, you made your own claim and made everyone a prisoner. Now Is it too much for us to stab you with a sword?"

Prince Doran turned his head, looked at Earl Anders coldly, and said:

"It seems that the Yronwood family can't wait to replace the Martell family. However, Anders, I must remind you that the establishment of prestige takes time, a long time. It is not easy to engrave the imprint of obedience on the minds of Dornish people." It's not that simple. Your ambition will not lead Dorne on the right track, but will only fall into the abyss of chaos, giving outsiders a chance in vain."

"No matter what you say, Doran." Earl Anders had strode forward and took the long sword from the guard, "This is the price you must pay for your mistakes!"

After finishing speaking, he stabbed Prince Doran in the thigh with a sword.

Prince Doran uttered a scream, blood gushing out.

Although this sword was not fatal, it was by no means light. It pierced directly through Dao Lang's thigh. Such an injury was considered a serious injury for an old man suffering from severe gout.

With Earl Anders taking the lead, the psychological pressure on the subsequent Dornish nobles will be much less.

Countess Delron Arion then came out, took the long sword, and did not forget to yell:

"For Don!"

The long sword pierced Prince Doran's left arm, and there was another scream.

It was Sir Denzel Dart, Lord Tremond Gorgonlus, Lord Quentin Kogle...

One after another, one sword after another.

None of them dared to stab Prince Doran's body, but even so, so many swords piercing arms and legs were by no means minor injuries.

Although Samwell only asked for blood, the Dorne nobles basically did not take lightly.

This is a subtle psychological trap.

None of the wounds each inflicted individually were fatal, but taken together, they were enough to kill Prince Doran.

But because this responsibility is shared by everyone, everyone can find self-comfort when they do it——

I did not kill Prince Doran.

Coupled with the fact that Earl Anders, who was the first to attack, had the heaviest attack, it was equivalent to setting up an invisible threshold.

The Dorne nobles who stood up next to him were also the group who were dissatisfied and even resented Prince Doran in their hearts. They would definitely not attack lightly, which also strengthened the threshold of invisibility.

When the Dornish nobles in the back came to stab this sword, even if they didn't want to hurt Prince Daolan, they would be worried about the pressure from other Dornish nobles, so they unconsciously lowered their hands.

Blood had stained the wheelchair red, forming a large pool of blood on the ground.

Prince Doran could scream at first, but then he just hummed weakly.

When Earl Haman Ull stepped forward, he saw Prince Doran struggling to point to his heart with trembling fingers.

This is for him to kill himself and end this painful execution.

Earl Haman avoided Prince Doran's gaze, hesitated for a moment, and finally stabbed the long sword towards the opponent's thigh.

He dared not kill the Prince of Dorne.

Even knowing this kind of injury, Prince Doran may not live long.

But this fatal sword must not be thrust by him.

All the Dorne nobles present were well aware of this.

As long as the fatal sword is not stabbed, Prince Doran's death is the result of their conspiracy.

With so many people sharing the blame, does the Martell family dare to hold everyone accountable?

Finally, all forty-eight Dornish nobles stabbed Prince Doran with swords.

Amid the strong smell of blood, they stood silently aside, not daring to look at their lord.

"Very good." Samwell nodded with satisfaction, "You have won your freedom. Someone will send you to the Bone Road, and the prisoner exchange will take place there."

After the guards took all the Dorne nobles down, Samwell got up and came to Prince Doran.

The former ruler of Dorne was too weak to speak.

"Doran, did you see that? How much your vassals hate you."

Prince Doran seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't make a sound after struggling for a long time. A stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, and then he passed out.

Samwell reached out to recruit Maester Coburn:

"How long can he live like this?"

Bachelor Coben smiled:

"I can keep him alive as long as you want."

"No need." Samwell's eyes flickered, "Just make sure he can survive until he returns to Sunspear City before he dies."

"Yes, Your Majesty, as you wish."

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