Brandon lwas still angry at Torrhen for bending the knee to the Valyrian lord, but he realized that his brother had no choice and Brandon had to accept it. He knew that his brother would be a good ruler, even if he was a bit too lenient.

Brandon walked through the woods of the Trident, his mind racing with thoughts of what he had done. He had gone against his brother's wishes and had taken matters into his own hands. He had found a green Mask made of round jade emeralds and big red eyes and had put it on in curiosity. The jade Mask had taken hold of his face and had shifted, covering his whole head, and then it had started to morph into a skin of green energy. Then two bolts of lightning had struck Brandon and surrounded him in smoke. When the smoke had cleared, Brandon was no longer the tall thin long faced big Brown eyed 18 year-old of 5 feet. Instead, he was a bulky and muscular man of six feet with long loose hair, a dark blue doublet, a thin belt, a long dark grey cape, two identical metal armor around his arms with spikes and chain and a long frosty spear hanging around his back with a broadsword with a pommel of a snarling Wolf with red eyes ,he turned his face was green with no eyebrows and cold red eyes and two sets of a strong jaw and sly smirk .

Brandon had advanced towards lord Aegon and had refused to bow. He had then taken his broadsword and had cut him in two and had then cut his Hand Orys. He had then thrown his chain chaining Lady Visenya and Rhaenys and had taken his frosty spear and killed the three Dragons.

He had then taken Lady Visenya and Rhaenys to a chamber in Harrenhall and had unchained them. He had then taken off his Mask morphing back to himself and had told them that if they killed him the jade Mask would revive him. Both sisters, not knowing the truth, had nodded and Brandon had taken their clothes. He had then coupled with them and his Brother Torrhen was King again.

Brandon had left Harrenhall and had walked back towards the woods and the Mask had slowly vanished and Brandon was again Brandon Snow without muscles and bulky body. He had taken a deep breath and had gone back to his brother.

Torrhen was surprised to see Brandon, but welcomed him with open arms. Brandon smiled, knowing that he had done the right thing, even if it had been difficult. He had protected his brother and his kingdom from the Valyrian lord, and he was proud of himself for it.