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First of all... nice to meet you and thank you for giving a shot to my story.
It's just an experiment for now, I don't know where it will lead me, but I cannot wait to find out.
I apologize in advance for any mistakes, but English is not actually my first language, so... yeah, I'm sorry, I probably made some mistakes, but... I try, you know? I try.
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My dearest Lyara,

I hope this message finds you well. After Robert's northern adventure to name his longtime friend Lord Stark the new Hand of the King, the situation has changed for the worst. There has been word of a terrible occurred in Winterfell to one of the young wolf pups. The wolf blamed the lion after a most interesting journey to the Capital – I believe either Baelish or Varys are involved in this.
The old she-wolf arrested the Imp and now the lions attacked the wolves.
Please do not leave Sunspear and be safe – I have sent you a gift with this letter, I trust you will consider her a token of my friendship.

Your friend,
Renly

My dear friend,

I am safe, I will be safe as long as I am in Dorne.
Thank you for sending here Lady Brienne, she is as extraordinary as they say and I trust we will become good friends. She seems a loyal person, to have travelled here simply because you asked her to watch over me. I suppose such a thing must be very rare so I am quite grateful for it. If the wolves and the lions are now at war, I suppose you are right in thinking that either the Mockingbird or the Spider are involved in some way, though I do not understand the reason or the goal. For such a thing to happen after the sudden passing of Lord Arryn - what an unfortunate series of circumstances.
I believe the tide is changing once again.
Stay safe, my thoughts are with you.
Lyara

Lyara,

Wolves and lions keep trying to destroy each other and I believe we will all suffer for it. The spider has told me your father is coming to Kings Landing and that you are to accompany him – I urge you, please do not. This city is not safe anymore.

Renly

"Another letter from Lord Renly, my lady?"
"Yes Brienne, it seems news of our next journey has already reached him and he does not particularly appreciate my participation"
"You will be travelling with your father, my lady. You're a Princess of Dorne. Lord Renly must know you will be protected"
Lyara smiled looking at her friend. "It's quite complicated, actually. You've been in Dorne for a few months now, Brienne. Have you noticed how I look nothing like my sisters and cousins?"
Brienne looked thoughtful for a second, before replying. "It was not my place to ask, my lady"
The princess took her friend's hand into hers and held it, reassuringly. "We are friends, Brienne. Friends are allowed to ask each other questions. Well, I will tell you now then. I do have dark hair like the rest of my family, but I figured my blue-greyish eyes and my pale skin would raise some questions in you. You know my father is Prince Oberyn Martell, but my mother… my mother was a Stark, Brienne. Lady Alys Stark"
"That makes Lord Eddard Stark your uncle, my lady"
"Indeed. I never met my uncle, though, nor his family. My mother died when I was just a few years old due to an unknown illness and my father, as you know, is quite protective of me. He didn't want me to travel so far. This is why I am quite excited for our journey, I look forward to meeting my uncle and my cousins. Come, now" she said standing up "We must get ready"

When the Dornishmen arrived in Kings Landing, the atmosphere was eerily calm. Approaching the Red Keep, a man greeted them with a bow. Lyara felt an immediate shudder – something felt off.
Both the Princess and her father dismounted their horses and walked towards the stranger, Lyara turning to her father to whisper. "Do you know this man, father?". Her father just nodded in response with a calm smile, before turning to greet the man.
"Lord Varys. I was not aware of the fact that you would be here to welcome us. I thought either Lord Stark or Lord Renly would be here"
So this is the famous Lord Varys, thought Lyara. The spider. The eunuch. Father seems to know him well, but I can see he is on edge. We should not trust him. We should trust nobody. Come, Lyara, she willed herself. Do not fret over nothing, now. You're a viper and you have the wolf's blood. You must never be scared.
"Prince Oberyn, Princess Lyara. It is a great honour for me to be able to welcome you to our humble capital, even if I am, sadly, bearer of unfortunate news. Our King Robert has passed due to a hunting accident. A tragic event. Lord Renly fled to Highgarden and as for Lord Stark, my Prince, I am most sad to inform you that he has been arrested for treason against the new King, King Joffrey Baratheon. I am deeply sorry, my Prince, my Princess" the eunuch finished, bowing again.

If Prince Oberyn was surprised, he did not show it.
Princess Lyara remained silent.
The tide has definitely changed, she thought.