|Jon Arryn - Lord of the Eyrie and Hand of the King|
"Thank you for your time for this meeting, Lord Martell."
"The only reason why I agree with this meeting is because I already consume all of the cure given to me by the healer."
What? Consume all the cures given to him? That means the news given to me by the Spider is correct. Martell… No. All Dorne makes an alliance with Lunaria.
"Is that the reason why all of the servants are wearing masks around their mouth and nose?"
"Aye. We did not want the plague to spread even further. As you can see, it was working."
"Truly? Then can you tell me how? All of the Seven Kingdoms need something that can cure the plague."
"Not so subtle, huh?"
"There is not enough time to do subtlety. Many people have died because of this plague. King's Landing is not in chaos. Many people die left and right. We need the cure."
The situation in King's Landing is getting worse. Too many corpses pile up inside the city, and the city starts to smell like corpses. The smell of piss changes into the smell of corpses, and it gets even worse each day.
"And why should we sell it to you?"
"It was an order from the king."
"Hahahahaha!"
I can see Doran Martell and his brother Oberyn laugh at the mention of Robert's order.
"Oberyn, did you hear that?"
"Bwahahaha!"
"He thinks he can order us around! Hahahaha."
I grimace a little when I see them continue to laugh at my words. I know the reason why.
"Ah, Lord Arryn. It looks like you are forgetting about the agreement you made to prevent us from rebelling against the throne. The agreement you write so we will not raise our sword at you and your son's new reign. Dorne will be an independent kingdom and cannot be ordered other than military order. This is not a military order and you know it. Do you want us to rise and rebel against the Baratheon dynasty because of this order? Remember, my lord. Dorne is more united than it was in the past."
I already know about this. Dorne is more united than any other kingdom in Westeros, which was bad for us. As much as it hurts me to admit it, the Baratheon Dynasty is not as united as I want it to be. If war is happening, I know that we cannot fight Dorne in open battle.
Not only because we did not have enough money to arm our men, but we also did not have enough food to feed them.
On the other hand, Dorne has enough money to arm most of their men and food from Lunaria to feed their army. We also did not want to fight against the Kingdom of Lunaria, which continued to grow in number and might.
If Lunaria goes to war, I have a feeling Braavos will join in this war. Westeros will not survive fighting against the two Giants from Essos.
"Then what do you want? What do you want for the cure?"
Before Doran could say something, his brother decided to speak.
"Tywin's head."
I knew it. I look at Doran and see he is not talking. That means he agrees with his brother's demand.
"Is there anything else I can do? Unfortunately, I cannot give you the head of Tywin."
"And there is nothing you can give to us. We already know and even meet the young man who kills the Mountain and the Manticore. There is nothing you can do for us."
"Are you sure?"
"Aye. Unless the people who make us this cure are willing to give you the cure, we will not give you any. Any attempt to take the cure will be met with a sword to their neck."
I nod my head and release a sigh. I know this will not work. I really hope that Doran will pity us and give us the cure. However, it looks like it will not happen. It seems like I need to use a dirty tactic. Even though they are rather expensive, I need their service.
"I see. Thank you for your time, Lord Martell."
"Don't mention it. Follow the servant, she will lead you to your room."
"Of course."
I hope the Sorrowful Men succeed in the mission. I used a good chunk of money from the vault to hire them as the Faceless Men did not want to take the task.
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Harudin - Head Healer of Dorne|
While meditating, I can feel someone climbing toward my room. Three people. An unknown being. They are reek of poison, and they leak bad intentions. I look at my fellow healer who has already awakened from their sleep when they feel the intruder and wake up the apprentice from their meditation.
I look at my right-hand man and nod my head. Then, we begin to expand our mana around the room and create an illusion bubble to hide all of us. To the people on the outside, the people here are asleep.
While I maintain the illusion, the others preparing the spell need to capture this intruder silently. Some of them cast spells that support my own. I know that spell. It was a spell that muffled all the sounds coming from us and ensured there was no weird smell that the intruder noticed.
After waiting a few minutes, I saw three people enter our meditation room. They are wearing black clothing and holding two knives and five potion vials on their belts. Assassin, huh? By the look of their symbol of a man crying, they are the sorrowful men.
Why are they coming here?
"Search for the cure and anything related to them. Our client wants them and we also need them."
I see. They are here for the cure, huh? Their client is most likely the Lord of Eyrie.
I look at my right-hand man and nod my head. A second later, seven flashes of light fly toward the three men who cannot even react to it. Then, finally, I can see them fall to the ground, unconscious.
"Check their bodies. I did not want them to have any poison they could ingest. The last thief that try this manage to kill themselve with a poison inside their mouth."
"Yes, sir!"
I nod my head and look at the other healer.
"Call the Black Dog. We have some people they need to interrogate."
"No need. We are already here."
I jump a little when I hear the soft voice from the door. As I look back, I can see three people standing there with their clothes covered with blood. Well, it looks like they manage to take care of the other intruder.
"How many of them?"
"Twenty-three. We cannot take them all but we manage to capture what looks like the leader. Have you checked their bodies?"
"Yes, sir. All of them is clean of poison and other thing for them to kill themselve." The young healer says as she puts down the last pill.
The captain of the Black Dog nods his head and says.
"Good job. We will take care of it from here."
After they are gone, I close the door and release a sigh.
"Errr, sir. Can I ask what will happen to them?"
I look at the young woman and say.
"You don't want to know, my dear. You don't want to know."