If you think its shit, thats cus it is. Completely unedited so probs gunna be some mistakes. I watch the show, gunna start the books so if my knowledge isn't on par im sorry. I'm just here to have fun, if you don't like it please just don't read it. I own nothing but my characters.


"Sit up straight!" The bark of Septa Cladin made me clench my fists as I straightened my back, every muscle protested as I strained to sit tall in the uncomfortable wooden chair, its back carved with hard flowers that made leaning back painful. Septa Cladin, her worn, lined face composed in a constant frown, sat ram rod straight in an identical chair, her arms folded neatly on the table, and I copied the gesture, cursing the fact I was born a girl. We sat high in one of the many towers that surrounded our little castle by the sea, the scent of salt wafted through the open window, billowing through the gauzy curtains. I could hear children splashing in the sea, enjoying the Dornish heat, and I felt an immense sense of jealousy. I longed to strip out of this sheer cloud like material and bathe in the cool waters, swim deep under the waves and just be myself, relaxed and at ease. Instead I sat sweltering under my embroidered dress, my back aching and my temper slowly fraying.

"You will never become the wife of a king if you continue to act this way!" Septa Cladin hissed, and I cast her a cutting glance as my three sisters glanced at me with varying reactions. Neina, my twin, and I were the eldest girls of house Wylde, and she looked at me with a mixture of disappointment and warning. Although she was my twin, we could not have been any different. Where my hair was a deep brown, almost black and curled furiously down my back, hers was auburn, thin and straight. Her eyes were black as onyx, her face was delicate, soft, her lips small and constantly pouted. Mine, however, was more defined, cheek bones and jaw prominent, almost square like, eyes slightly slanted but large and light green. In body, we were quite similar, both tall, willowy, although her muscles were soft and mine were toned from training. That was the main difference. She was a proper lady, she walked right, talked right, was always polite, could sing like an angel, knew everything she needed to know, where as I preferred to roll in the mud with my brothers fighting like a true knight. We were not close, we were constantly pitted against each other for the same suitors, and somehow, despite all of her training, they always chose me. My mother told me it was because I was the more beautiful one, and I knew Neina hated me for that. She used these lessons to humiliate me, to prove how much more worthy she was of a beneficial marriage.

Jaida looked at me with a barely concealed smile, she bit her lip to prevent the snorts from exploding out of her throat. Jaida was the second eldest, a girl more beautiful than all of us combined, her eyes were liquid gold, her hair the richest of auburns, so long and thick and always braided intricately. Her skin was tanned, her body had recently developed into curves Neina and I both were jealous of. We were not mannish, we had subtle perky curves, but Jaida had the lush large curves that made every boy drool. Jaida was as wild as they came, she lived up to the Wylde name, she constantly wanted to adventure, climbing the highest mountains, running miles, trekking into the woods, begging to venture across the sea to see the Mother of Dragons. In this Jaida and I were the closest of all my sisters, we often adventured together, she would sit and watch me spar with Orwen, my eldest brother, and I watched her scale trees like a monkey. She understood my hatred these dull sessions, but unlike me, she too excelled, she didn't have the same sombre sense of duty as Neina, but she knew what needed to be done, and could sew a garnment as well as any royal dress maker.

Finally, Arrelie, my youngest sister, just looked at me with the wide innocent eyes of a child, looking up to her sister, trying to learn. While the rest of us had the traditional dark complexion of the Dornish, Arrelie was a pale, sickly child with white blond hair, her body seemed so frail and delicate, like she could break at any second. I worried about her, the Maesters said she had a small chance of surviving to the ripe age of fifth teen, which only gave her two years to live, but every day I saw her fight, her small body battling against the illness that threatened to take her from us. The gods had allowed her to live this long, and I prayed that they would be merciful. She was so good, so pure and kind, she didn't deserve to live the way she did.

"Have you ever considered that I don't want to be silly little wife?" I asked, unable to hold my tongue, and I saw Neina roll her eyes as Septa Cladin gasped, her eyes wide as she looked at me.

"You are one of the eldest daughters of Lord Jakar and Lady Kreena of house Wylde, you have a duty to marry for alliance, to mother children to carry on a great house name. You do not have a choice." She growled, and I shot to my feet, my fists clenched as I felt anger soar up inside me.

"Because I am a woman? Because I was born with a vagina between my legs instead of a cock? I have to sit inside and play the harp, sit around in silly dresses and cry for the fallen instead of fighting? I will not sit around in tall towers while men die." I shouted angrily, and Neina shot up, slamming her hands into the table.

"You dishonour our family with your games, you bring shame to us all with how you act. You have no idea how to uphold the family name, you are not fit to marry the King In the North." I felt every ounce of her jealousy, every drop of rage as her black eyes roared with fire. Although I knew every word she spoke was true, that didn't stop her words from hurting, my eyes stang from tears as I jutted out my chin, refusing to be knocked down.

"Then you marry the guy and be done with it." I suggested, but she merely tutted as Septa Cladin looked between to two of us. Jaida was no longer smiling, her face was a little ashen as she watched the two of us stand off against each other, nostrils flared like the bulls that adorned out sigils.

"We both know that is not possible. Father has deemed it to be you, but that's no surprise. Its always you. Pretty Renei, goddess of Dorne, a truly wild Wylde. All men see when they look at you is a pretty face and a nice ass, you are nothing more than a common whore in their eyes." She spat, and I slapped her, so hard her face jerked to the side. I felt everyone in the room breathe in sharply as Neina clasped her cheek, looking up at me with watery eyes. I raised my head high and walked towards the door with a regal grace I have never before been able to muster, but I was filled with rage and the undeniable urge to prove her wrong. So I did not slam the door like I so craved to, instead I departed calmly and slowly, their eyes focused on my back as I left. As soon as the door closed behind me I sighed and let my shoulders droop as I walked swiftly down the spiralling stair case, holding my skirts up so I didn't trip. I threw open the tower door and emerged into the bustling courtyard. Servants ran around doing their duties, their loud chatter surrounded me as I stormed further from my sisters. I headed towards the gardens, the water feature spilled cool blue liquid into the pond as the breeze rustled through the cherry blossom trees, my footsteps echoing off the white stone walls as I walked. I navigated through the vast gardens and down the steps to a large stone balcony that over looked the sea. There all three of my brothers were, Orwen sat on the low wall observing Ruban and Bryer as they fought, the steel of their swords glinted in the hot sun. Bryer, the elder of the two, was a strong boy, but he did not rely on his strength, his technique was just as flawless as his raw strength, but Ruban was faster, intelligent, unpolished yes, but he had time, he was still young. They fought hard, sweat glistened on their brows as Bryer knocked Ruban back a step or two, but Ruban darted away from the edge of his blade, regaining his ground with a few quick jabs.

"Sword up, Ruban, or he'll slice you from ear to ear." I warned, all anger forgotten as all three of my brothers looked up at me with smiling faces.

"Sister, have you come to join?" Orwen offered, sneering at my girly dress. I grinned as I embraced him, snatching his sword from his belt and holding it expertly in my hand. The weight of the sword, the exhilaration that soared through my veins as I held it, I knew this was where I was suppose to be, not trapped in a tower.

"Are you sure you can fight in a dress like that?" Bryer teased, obviously his ego had soared from his battle with Ruban. I turned to him, bowing, inviting him to test me.

"Dress or no dress, I could run you through in my sleep." I challenged, and I saw the light in Bryers eyes as he swung his sword towards me. I deflected his advance effortlessly, keeping a perfect guard as he tried to strike again. I jumped lightly out of the way of his sword, my dress snagged and ripped on the stones as I lunged at him, swinging my sword at his chest. He deflected, but I came at him again, pushing him further and further back, my arms ached from the exertion but I welcomed the pain as I hit his armoured chest with my blade, causing him to wheeze, his guard dropped as he tried to catch his breath. I hit him once again, in the side, and then again on the leg, before I disarmed him, his blade rattled to the floor as he knelt on one knee, his sweaty face stared up at me as the tip of my blade came into contact with his neck very gently. It was exciting, to look down a blade at a man on his knees and know that you have the power to decide whether he lives or dies. Its empowering, and I cant help but smirk as I withdraw my blade, holding out my hand for him to take. He didn't refuse it, and I hauled him to his feet, slapping him on the back.

"You have good form, but you get cocky, big brother. Do not underestimate your rival, or you'll end up rotting in a casket." I said as Orwen roared with laughter. Bryer nodded, picking up his sword and frowning at Orwen as he took a seat, desperately trying to catch his breath. Ruban was grinning from ear to ear, his black hair mused, his face covered in dirt as he sat on the wall, swinging his legs as Orwen patted his shoulder.

"Sweet sweet sister, you are remarkable." Orwen grinned as he got to his feet and took the weapon from my hand and sheathed it. He ran a hand through his black locks, and as the sunk glinted off of his sheening skin it wasn't hard to see why all the women went crazy for him. His eyes were a deep brown, framed by lovely lashes, and they held a joy and softness that completely contradicted his muscular build. He was a very handsome man, his sun kissed skin and cheeky smile created this sense of comfort, and I felt sorry for him. He, like myself, was destined to a marriage of our parents making. He would never find a love for himself. He must have sensed my grief, his smile faded as he met my eyes, a frown knotting his thick brows.

"You're worried. About the North." He deduced, and I nodded, readjusting my dress. This would all be over soon, the gleaming sun, the loving buzz of my brothers, the thrill of training. Soon, I would be surrounded by snow and gloom and sadness. He threw a reassuring arm around my shoulder and squeezed me tight to his chest, and I hugged him back. I squeezed my eyes closed momentarily, relaxing into his warmth, and I felt sadness and anger surge inside me. My family, my brothers, I was going to leave them behind. All of them. I didn't want to do that. I couldn't.

"I don't want to go, brother." I whispered, and Orwen leaned back, looking me deep in the eyes.

"It is our duty, Renei. We must do our duty. 'Our land, our duty, our responsibility'" the words of our house rang like the executioner's bell, and I sighed. My brothers may have been more understanding, but they too knew the duty of family. I pulled away from Orwen and looked across the glimmering sea. Somewhere out there, the Dragon Queen was ruling with an iron fist, she was living free and without a husband. Why couldn't that be me?

"When do you have to leave?" I heard Ruban squeak, and I looked over at him. His face was so young, it still had a little of his baby fat. His hair was a dark rusty auburn, his eyes dark and golden, and he looked so concerned. He was only twelve, although sometimes I could see him being younger. He was good with a sword, he'd been training since he could grip one, but he just seemed so innocent. So small. I patted his cheek softly, before I kissed his forehead.

"Tomorrow I believe." I replied, and his bottom lip quivered. Please don't cry, I begged internally, I couldn't take it if he cried. I saw his eyes begin to water, and I grabbed his shoulder and hugged him to me, giving him a big squeeze.

"Now now, little brother. We will meet again. You can come and visit me and ride a dire wolf, or visit the wall. How about that?" I asked, and he sniffed gently, before he nodded, giving a little smile.

"Okay, if you promise." He whispered, and I gave him a smile, wiping his eyes softly.

"I promise. Now, come on. Mother will be wondering where we all are." I said as I pulled away, swallowing down a few tears of my own. The boys chattered and rough housed behind me as I began to ascent to our home. The double doors to the grand foyer were left open to let in the hot summer breeze, the silk curtains swayed gently in the wind. I stepped inside and ignored the glorious decoration, I made a beeline straight for the large dining hall. The table was set, laden with fresh food, my father sat at the head of the table, my mother to his right hand, my sisters lined beside her. My seat, in-between my mother and Neina, was bare, daunting, waiting for me. My mother was a beautiful women, with the long black locks of a Dornish princess, her head adorned with golden chains decorated with red rubies. Her eyes were almost black, ringed with dark makeup, her caramel face was clear and glowing, her lips painted red. She wore the finest red dress, beaded with small amber and tiger eye jewels. She looked so perfect, so delicate, and yet her face conveyed a power and strength that made soldiers quiver in their boots.

"Renei. What happened to your dress?" She asked immediately, and I looked at the tear in the side of my dress, the dust that coated the bottom of my skirts. I sighed, and made my way to my seat, pulling it out as silently as possible as my brothers traipsed in, taking the attention away from me. My mothers eyes widened as she looked at their sweat covered brows and dirt ridden clothes.

"Boys! This is a dinner table, not a fighting arena!" She criticised in a shrill voice, though my father looked amused. He was a tall, broad man, with a dark beard and long hair pulled back into a knot. His face was lined, but soft, a small scar ran from his temple to his lip, he'd received it during Roberts rebellion while fighting for Robert. The stories he'd tell us, of fighting for Robert, with the Starks, they were amazing. I'd loved hearing them. I still did. I grinned at my father, who smiled back, inclining his head.

"Playing with the boys, I see." He addressed me, ignoring my mother's frustration. I grinned and reached for a leg of lamb, but my mother simply slapped my hand away. I turned to frown at her, my stomach growled, but she simple frowned and shook her head.

"You need to watch your body. Your beauty is your weapon. Only vegetables." She informed me, and I looked at her open mouthed, a sarcastic reply lodged in my throat. Neina gave me a cruel grin as she munched on a slice of pork. God I hated her sometimes. I mumbled to myself as I reached for the potato's, but she slapped my hand again.

"Seriously? What the hell can I eat?" I exploded, to which my mother tutted.

"A lady should never lose her temper." She scolded, her back straight as she reached elegantly for a bowl full of leaves and tomato's. She scooped up a spoon and emptied the contents onto my plate. I looked at the bland mess, then back at my mother, then to my father, who looked like he wanted to help, but knew he didn't have the authority.

"You expect me to eat leaves?" I asked, to which my mother just rolled her eyes.

"The King in the North is expecting a beautiful Dornish girl, not a fat tom boy covered in dirt." She spat, and I wanted to shout, I really did, but I could feel the weight of my father's gaze on me. I didn't want to disappoint him, not my father. All in all, he was who I was doing this for. If it weren't for him, I would flat out refuse, but I couldn't bear to disappoint him. I said nothing, I just shovelled the tasteless crap into my mouth, I munched aggressively, my anger seethed under my skin. Stupid North, stupid rules, stupid mother. I finished my plate, and scooped another spoon of salad onto my plate, munching that even more angrily. It tasted worse the more I ate. The conversations floated around me like clouds, not registering, and I sighed, feeling impatient. I wanted to enjoy my last night in Dorne instead of sitting here munching salad and listening to my sisters talk about clothes.

"May I leave?" I asked rather abruptly, to which my father frowned.

"This is your last family meal, don't you want to enjoy it?" He asked, and I looked him dead in the eyes. He knew very well I did not want to spend my last hours in Dorne around a table being lectured by my mother.

"It won't be my last. I'll see you again." I argued, and I saw the hurt in my father's eyes. He felt like he was losing me, and I understood that. I would miss them all dearly, even my god awful mother, but this was my last night for a long time. I cast a glance at my brothers, who seemed equally upset that I wanted to leave, and then at my sisters. Jaida and Arrelie looked sad, Neina was indifferent, and my other was too busy inspecting a loose jewel on her wrist to care. Finally, my eyes rested on my father again, his soft, worn face conflicted as he looked me up and down.

"Alright. Go now. We shall talk in the morning." He agreed, and I grinned. I jumped to my feet and kissed my fathers forehead lovingly before I practically ran out the room, excitement taking over me. I sprinted up the spiralling staircases, down hall ways and past doors until I reached my own room. I flung open the door and charged inside. It was unusually clean, mostly because most of my belongings were packed in trunks by the door, ready to go. There was a chest sent by the King in the North, it contained winter clothes for me to wear on the journey, tough leather dresses and thick cloaks. I ignored the chests and trunks and instead shed my cotton candy dress for something more practical. A patterned yellow halter bralette and yellow skirt slung low around my hips, lighter to move in, easier to sneak out in. I grabbed a dark cloak, even though the heat was so searing I felt my blood boil, and wrapped a sheath around my waist. My sword, Midnight, leant against my bed frame, a gift from my father. It was made of Valyrian steel, its surface smoky grey, the pommel engraved with a crescent moon, small diamonds flecked around it to create the illusion of stars. He'd found it on the battle field, and said it had been too beautiful to leave behind. It was a good blade, rather sizable, formidable, but light, balanced, an extension of my own soul. I picked it up now and balanced it in my hand, felt its weight, its power. I held it to the dwindling light, examined its sharpness, before I plunged it into its scabbard. I walked to my balcony, took a deep breath, and thrust a leg over the side. A million times I had made this journey, over the roof tops, down the side of the building, through the gardens, but today I took in every detail of my family home. The loose shingles, the cracked bricks, the roses in bloom. Everything seemed to relevant, so important, that I actually slowed to a walk through the gardens. I stopped to admire the fountains that spouted clear blue water, I picked a peony and threaded it into my hair as I walked towards the cliffs. As I hiked higher and higher, I took in the view, the setting sun, the calm waves, and felt so at peace. I managed to smile even though I knew that soon I would be leaving, I managed to grin as I reached the top of the cliff, where the cherry blossom trees bloomed. There, stood by one of the trees, stood a figure, dressed all in red. His hair was blonde, a rare sight in Dorne, his shoulders broad and relaxed as he leant leisurely against the tree, absorbing the view in front of him. I smiled as I neared him, and he turned, his liquid gold eyes focused on me. He smiled a smile I found I could never resist as he pushed himself away from the tree.

"For a moment there I thought you weren't coming." He drawled in that sweet Valyrian accent of his as his hand found my hip, and I felt my happiness drain from my body as he leant in for a kiss. I turned my face, his lips grazed my ear, and removed his hand from my waist. I thought seeing Billon would be easy, but seeing his sweet face, knowing that the next time I saw him I would be married... it made me sick.

"I... I don't think I can do this." I managed to stutter, refusing to meet his eyes, but he took my face in his hands anyway, forcing me to look up at him.

"Renei, please. You can't go without saying goodbye." He pleaded, but the words drove into my heart like a knife. Billon and I had been secretly involved for over a year, he'd been my first kiss, my first love, and knowing that I had to leave him this way hurt like nothing I had ever felt before.

"Saying goodbye is just too painful." I told him, not that he seemed to listen. His face was so unbelievably cute, I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs as one of his hands travelled back to my waist, tracing my bare skin. For so long, I had craved to be with him, both mind and body, but I knew the cost of losing my virginity unwed. Purity was key to a suitable marriage, no respectable man would marry me if I was besmirched, and Billon... Well he was not of high enough class for my mother to even consider.

"It's not like we'll never see each other again, Rey come on." He tried to urge, but I shook my head.

"Next time I see you I will be married; don't you get that? I may even be pregnant." I managed to spit out the awful word, to which Billon made a face. He moved his other hand down to my waist and pulled me against him, and I felt my face grow warm.

"Lay with me. Rey please, as a goodbye." He begged, his hand moved down under the belt of my skirt, and I moaned as his fingers brushed against my vagina. It felt so sweet, to be touched by someone you loved. I let my eyes slide closed as he began to move his fingers in tight circles, my legs began to feel weak as his other hand grabbed my ass, his lips pressed hotly to my neck. I would have given anything to lie with him on this hill, for him to take me and make me his, but I knew I couldn't, I knew this was not allowed, and I managed to claw my way past the lust to pull myself back from him.

"Bill... I can't." I whispered, and he sighed.

"I know." He replied glumly, and we both just stood there rather awkwardly, neither of us quite knowing what to say next.

"I'm going to miss you." I said finally, and I saw his lips twitch with a smile.

"I'm going to miss you too, Rey." He replied, and I found my eyes were filling with tears. I flung my arms around him and hugged him tightly. I didn't know what I was going to do without him. He was my rock, my friend, I didn't know how I was supposed to survive without the warmth of his arms, the thrill of his touch. He held me tightly as he stroked my hair, and we stood there for a few moments, committing the feel of each other to memory. The sun faded away to darkness, the night stars twinkled above our heads as we finally pulled apart. I kissed him softly, sweetly on the lips, before I took a step back. I knew if I lingered I would never go home, and I had to go back. I couldn't disappoint my father. Billon looked at me sadly, his eyes locked on mine.

"Don't go." He whispered, and I bit my lip, my hands clenched into fists as I thrust down the searing pain inside me.

"Good bye, Bill." I said as I turned. I began to walk away, every step felt like glass in my soles, every breath like burning metal in my lungs.

"I love you, Rey." I heard him call, but I didn't reply. It took all my courage, all my strength to just keep walking away from the man I loved, the man who loved me. It took everything I had to scale the walls and climb into bed, to close my eyes and know that that was it. My one chance at love. Over.


This was my first chapter, again im just here to be creative and have fun so I dont mean to offend anyone or anything. This was just fun for me to write. lemme know what you think XOXO GOT Girl