Doran Martell: Tywin Lannister ordered the death of my sister and her children. He ordered Ser Gregor Clegane to kill her and her children. He raped her; he murdered her and split her in half with his sword like he was butchering an animal. That was sixteen years ago and from that day I have been plotting the demise of Tywin Lannister but now Tywin is gone at the hands of his own kin, Tyrion Lannister, known throughout the Seven Kingdoms as The Imp. This is the mere beginning of the revenge I plan to take against House Lannister. They will pay for life with life. Oberyn is dead at the hands of Ser Gregor Clegane. Both of my siblings are dead at the hand of Tywin’s mad dog.

House Lannister will fall. Jaime Lannister is a cripple. He is no use without his sword hand. Cersei Lannister is currently awaiting her trial by combat for her crimes against the realm. Accused of adultery by sleeping with her brother, she has lost all credibility. The Lannisters sent me a skull in a box and claimed it to be Gregor’s. I have my doubts. Rumors have reached Dorne that an ex-maester named Qyburn is working on him with very unorthodox methods of treatment. I will send my niece, Obara Sand to Kings Landing in my stead to confirm if these are true or false. The rumors suggest that the treatments are so unorthodox that Gregor Clegane may even be saved. If it is really Clegane, than Cersei will use him in her trial by combat. Having him fight for her will show the realm her true colors as liar and a cheat. She may even be accused of witchcraft. If so, I will have her head on a plate. Once she is dead, the end of House Lannister is coming with all haste.

We have Myrcella whom we know is a bastard made by Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime Lannister. She must die and so must the boy, Tommen. Only then will justice be served to the fullest extent of what I think just. We will wipe the most renowned line of House Lannister. Tyrion is no threat, he wants his sister dead as much as I do. Word from informers has told me that he has joined The Golden Company across the narrow sea and intends to join the small council of Daenerys Targaryen. This will be just like the Reynes Of Castamere. History repeats itself.

Our words are Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. Our ancestral seat of power is Sunspear, Dorne. When Aegon came, he conquered six of the seven kingdoms. We did not fall then. We shall not fall to the Lannisters. We will not fall to Daenerys Targaryen. Her dragon killed my son, Quentyn. We resisted one Targaryen. We can resist another dragon. House Martell will stand.