"Dear father, don't blame me for letting you rot in your room; I just want what belongs to me by my birthright." Arianne Martell, Princess of Dorne and Lady of Sunspear.
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Doran Martell, the Ruler of Dorne, sat in his wheelchair, looking at the gigantic army before him. The shortest were about two meters tall; the tallest were simply inhuman in terms of height.
They were the strongest armies in the world: the Sardaukar Legion and the Indomitable Heart Legion.
Doran knew he had angered those he shouldn't have and was suffering the consequences now. However, he showed no regret or fear. He was a Martell and would bow to no one, not even the so-called God Emperor of Mankind.
Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.
Doran repeated the ancient motto of House Martell and fixed his gaze on the two Primarchs. They were enormous and fanatical aberrations.
"Doran Martell, the Emperor has orders; kneel and receive the imperial decree." Sigismund looked at Doran and spoke in a firm, unquestionable tone. He didn't care if the man before him couldn't walk or anything else.
The Prince of Dorne narrowed his eyes but remained still and didn't even respond to the Primarch's words.
All the Lords and Ladies present felt the atmosphere grow increasingly intense and suffocating. Everyone looked at Doran, awaiting his words. They only dared to defy the Emperor's orders because of Doran, who was a Lord of a Great House.
Noticing Doran's telling silence, Titus, who usually cared about nothing but his mission, stepped forward and stood a few centimeters from the Prince of Dorne. The man was a dwarf compared to Titus's height.
Looking down, he asked in a calm tone, "Are you refusing to receive the Imperial Decree?" His calm, yet powerful voice spread to all who could hear. There was no murderous intent or even arrogance, just a depth that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it.
Raising his head and looking at Titus, Doran replied in an equally calm tone, "I am not a slave; I will not kneel to anyone. Not even your God Emperor."
When Doran said this, all members of both Legions turned their heads and looked at Doran with silent gazes. Swords were drawn as the atmosphere reached its peak.
Sigismund and Titus never thought Doran could be so arrogant. Looking at the small man before him, the eyes of both Primarchs changed from indifference to cold stares.
Sigismund moved, used his hand, and picked up Doran like an adult picking up a small child. But unlike the gentleness of holding a child, the Primarch threw Doran to the ground with force.
A groan escaped Doran's lips as the cold floor of the Old Palace made contact with his body.
How could Dorne's soldiers stand by and watch their sovereign be treated that way? They took a few steps and pointed spears at those who protected him from the monsters.
"According to the Imperial Law of Humanity's Survival, enacted by the Emperor of Humanity himself, the Primarchs have the right to take control of a region in a state of risk." Sigismund looked at the ailing man on the ground with a cold and slightly murderous tone.
"As Primarch of the Sardaukar Legion, I declare you, Doran of House Martell, unfit to continue as Prince of Dorne and Lord of Sunspear. You will be imprisoned in the palace and will not be allowed to leave until further notice. Failure to comply with these orders will result in the suspect's death."
"Do you accept or refuse?" Sigismund asked, his Chainsword in hand, ready to be used again. He would take the Prince of Dorne's life the moment he refused to follow the Emperor's Laws.
Doran showed no fear even in this situation; he sat on the ground and looked at Sigismund, who was about to kill him, with a calm gaze. "I—"
As Doran was about to refuse and die like a true Martell, a feminine, lazy voice sounded. "He accepts, My Lord Primarch."
Doran looked at Arianne with a cold and deep gaze; he had never felt hatred towards his daughter, but at this moment, he felt a touch of hatred for his own daughter. He only wanted the good of House Martell, but Arianne only cared about the power she would have, never truly caring about House Martell.
"It doesn't matter if he refuses or not, My Lord; the Emperor's orders are the most important thing right now." Arianne spoke, smiling gently at the gigantic man before her. She looked like a child before an adult.
Sigismund looked at the Emperor's mistress with a deep gaze. However, thinking of Aenar's orders, he averted his gaze from Doran and spoke, "Doran of House Martell will abdicate his titles, and the eldest daughter of Doran, Princess Arianne, will assume the Region of Dorne."
"You have no right to speak this way to our prince—" Franklyn Fowler, Lord of Skyreach, didn't get a chance to finish speaking. Titus appeared in front of him and simply punched him.
The Lord of one of Dorne's most powerful houses was hit and flew backward, hitting a wall. Blood spread instantly; Franklyn's body moved for a moment before stopping completely.
A terrifying silence hung in the air. Many eyes widened, seeing the Lord of House Fowler die before their eyes. Along with House Yronwood, House Fowler and House Martell were the most powerful noble houses in Dorne.
"Does anyone else want to defy the Emperor's orders?" Titus asked in a terribly cold tone. The walls and floor of the Old Palace began to freeze, showing that Titus was about to use his powers.
The motto of House Martell was only for House Martell; these lords who followed Doran did not have the courage to even fight against the Emperor's Legions, which could be seen by the silence around them.
"Princess Arianne, Dorne is yours." Sigismund looked at Arianne and spoke in a calm tone. "I hope Dorne's armies arrive at the capital as soon as possible."
"I will make it happen as soon as possible, Lord Sigismund." Arianne smiled warmly. Although Aenar was not present, she felt safe, as it seemed he was always protecting her.
"Take my dear father to his chambers." Arianne ordered in a cold and noble tone. She had been trained to be the Ruler of Dorne and knew exactly how to act like one.
The soldiers hesitated for a moment but still gently carried Doran to his chambers. As he was carried, Doran's eyes always remained on Arianne
"You will destroy our traditions for your thirst for power." He said in a cold tone, looking at Arianne with a piercing and powerful gaze.
Arianne wanted to laugh at Doran's words. The world was changing; those who didn't follow the flow would disappear. No one could be against the changes made by Aenar. Instead of saying she was destroying traditions, it was more appropriate to say she was saving House Martell.
However, her father's mentality was too antiquated to accept her words, so Arianne didn't bother to respond to Doran's words. She would respond with actions instead of words.
She would show that she was thousands of times better as a ruler than Doran. Dorne would become greater in her hands, even greater than when Nymeria arrived in Dorne thousands of years ago.
Sigismund nodded, seeing that Arianne had a strong temperament. Only then could someone control these rebellious noble houses.
Looking at the new Princess of Dorne, Sigismund spoke in a solemn tone, "Princess Arianne, the legions will clear the monsters from Westeros; when we are done, there will be no more monsters on this continent."
When he said this, Arianne's eyes lit up. Because of the monsters, not only had the population drastically decreased, but trade was also greatly affected. Without the monsters, the population could grow again, and trade could be re-established.
"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Sigismund. On behalf of all the people of Dorne, I thank you." Arianne bowed and thanked him with a sincere tone. Without monsters, life in Westeros could finally flourish again.
Sigismund nodded, apparently satisfied with this princess's thoughts. Under her regime, Dorne would be much easier to control; they wouldn't need to kill everyone, which would save unnecessary time and food.
"I have no time to waste, Princess." Sigismund said as he walked towards the legions. "We will cleanse Dorne of any filthy dirt."
Arianne nodded with a wide smile on her lips. Years of planning, and she finally became Princess of Dorne. She wanted to scream with joy, but as she was still before all the Lords and Ladies of Dorne, she remained silent with only a smile on her lips.
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On the other side, Sigismund and Titus were already outside Sunspear.
"We will finish the cleansing and begin the Great Crusade." Sigismund spoke in a calm tone. His eyes were brighter than ever.
Titus also had a small smile on his eternally serious face. He was also happy to bring the love of the great emperor to the heretical peoples and civilizations.
"Let's go." Sigismund said with a solemn look.
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I apologize for the delay, but I spent the whole day solving some problems. They raided my bank account and took out a loan. Fortunately, as I've never taken out a loan before, the amount was tiny. But I still spent the day talking to my bank and changing all my passwords, including my emails.
Honestly, the most incredible thing was that no notification or email appeared warning me of something so important, not even a message on my phone. A
I'm still confused as to how my password got leaked, I don't download anything but games on Steam, I don't open suspicious emails, let alone spam.
I'm really confused, I even blocked the loan option on my account.
In short, it was a shitty day, luckily I only lost a tiny amount.