"Ready!" shouts one man, standing in front of many. The many, all dressed in blue coats, hold up metal tubes. "Aim!" The many point their tubes at another line of people, this time in red coats. "Fi-" Gris suddenly wakes up. He realizes he had fallen asleep sitting at his desk in the lab. He looks around at the acids, alchemists fire, and explosive essences all around him, and realizes with an amused grin that had he dropped his head, he wouldn't live to see tomorrow.

The door unlocks, then opens behind him. Only two people have the key to that door, and one of them was him.

"What do you want now, Alyssa?" Gris asks, slowly saying out the sentence in a tired, sarcastic voice.

"There are matters of great urgency, Gris, that you must attend to. Or have you forgotten your duty to Mother and Father?" Alyssa replied. Her voice was laced with anger and fear. "The rebels have 'liberated' another town. If you don't keep the angry populace in line, then Storm's End could be next."

"You're daddy's little commander, why don't you do it?"

"The same reason why you are Lord of the Stormlands and not I. Listen, Gris. You need to get out of the lab. The people need you now. You can't ignore them forever." Alyssa strode out of the room, leaving the door opened. Gris saw this, and quickly closed and locked it. Then, He sat down in the old chair behind his desk, and rubbed his eyes. Women.

The next few days, Gris worked tirelessly, attempting to unlock the secrets hidden away in his mind, while a few towns away, Alyssa was struggling with a line of angry civilians.

"The kingdom continues to grow restless. Every day, hundreds of citizens tire of your brother's ineffective rule, and clamor to join the rebellion, my lady," reports a battle weary general. He has quite obviously seen the horrors of war, and has no doubt felt the sting of the blade. 

"I understand. I have sent appeals to the Tyrells. They are indebted to us, and if the Gods deem it, we shall see thousands of Knights of the Rose ride over the hills to flank the rebels. Until then, we cannot let the port city fall to the enemy. That would give them a clear path to Storm's End." Alyssa commanded to the general. He nodded gravely, and left to tell his men. But before leaving, he turned around one last time to say one last thing.

"We won't stand this forever. If you don't get your brother ruling properly, Westeros shall have six kingdoms."