This story is mostly romance and family ties.

Daenerys and Viserys didn't make it off Dragonstone, they were brought to Robert who had them executed. In a bid to resolve past hatred between their Houses, Jon Arryn talked the King into betrothing his only daughter to Doran's heir, who is basically a male Arianne and since she isn't in the show, we have the Oc.

Chapter 1: The Lioness Departs

The Small Council was full this morning, for good reason or bad if you count what King Robert was feeling.

If Jon hadn't convinced him before telling him of his plans to marry off his only daughter, then he'd have called the man insane and went on with his usual whoring and drinking and hearing Cersei complain about everything that annoys him.

Yet Jon Arryn convinced him, told him it would further strengthen his reign over the Seven Kingdoms. He'd prefer to force 'Prince' Doran and his Dragon-Loving family and instill a new Lord of Dorne, be away with this Prince or Princess because there is only two Princes, his sons and no one else.

Now, his daughter.

Out of all his children, he tolerates his daughter the least. She looks like a younger version of her mother, blonde curls, and green eyes, although she does have a lesser attitude than Cersei. When Jon told him of his plan, he went to see Myrcella and spend some time with her which surprised her, he's never spent much time with his children, usually, once all his children grew six name-days old he pays less and less attention to them.

She's too young, one and ten! Word is this boy of Doran is already a man, five and ten. He doesn't want to let her go, become some token to please his enemies. Cersei has also heavily disagreed with the plan, she hardly lets those children wander the Red Keep without a guard.

"Father?" He was shaken from his internal struggle, he smiled gladly and hoisted the girl on his right leg and she squealed at the action.

"Myrcella, my daughter. I have some rather, unsettling news to bring to you." He started, finding himself a little stuck on what to tell her.

"What is it, father?" She asked all so innocently, looking up at him with a wonder of what he meant.

He thought to himself and wondered why Cersei couldn't do this? He isn't the type of man who can easily deliver terrible or unsettling news, it was like the time when he brought news of Ned's father and brothers deaths, it wasn't easy for him then either. Now it's his job to tell his only daughter, barring Mya in the Vale that she is to go far from home, to marry some boy of a family that served the dragon scum.

Actually, it infuriates him that this is the one way so Dorne won't retaliate over that dragon-lover, Elia Martell.

"Myrcella. You will be traveling to Dorne, in three years time." He started, "You see, House Martell rebelled in their servitude to the Dragon Kings, they fought us and I defeated them." He added to the heavy duty of this task, yet he found himself telling her it anyway.

"Then why are you sending me there? They are our enemies... " She asked and he groaned internally, why is this so hard for him to do, he's hardly taken an interest in his seed but sending one of them away in three years is a little too much to bear.

"For peace, my girl. It's all for peace... "

Three Years Later

"For peace he said, but... "

A young girl looked into the mirror, blonde curls were going down to her lower back and peerless green eyes stared into a duplicate pair.

This girl was slender, curvaceous and had a beautiful face which is thanks to her mother, Cersei's face but only younger other than the allure of the Queen.

Mother and father said long ago that she would be leaving, leaving for a home that wasn't her own and while her entire family leaves for the North, with the exception of the late Jon Arryn, Hand of the King. She doesn't want to leave, leave the home she's been raised in all of these years, that and the friends she's made as well except for the ones coming to Dorne with her.

"I hear Prince Doran's eldest is a handsome man and has quite the eye!" One of her handmaids and companions, Rosamund Lannister. A relative of the smaller branch of her mothers family in Lannisport.

This betrothal also wasn't what she imagined neither. She pictured butterflies and romance, courting and dances before any such announcement is made, instead, she is to go all the way to Dorne where some stranger, a grown man of eight and ten.

"Mother told me that the Dornish are an unfaithful lot, how am I suppose to control a man who shares his bed with all sorts of women." She stated with a haughty tone, while her cousin combed and braided her hair.

She'd rather not marry some harlot for a husband, it's bad enough her father and King is the same way despite how much her mother tries to keep them from knowing. Yet it cannot be... I am stuck in this now.

She is glad that some of her friends have come along, like her cousin and favorite knight, Ser Arys and a dependable Septa, Eglantine. Along with this is another twenty or so guards and another three handmaids, Lara, Mag, and Anne.

"At least he'll know how to 'handle' you when the wedding night comes, think about how long his- " She cut her cousin off right then and there, her cheeks were flushed at what Rosamund was saying.

"Rose!" She said and aghast that Rose would say such a thing.

A knock came to the door, Ser Arys and her mother came inside and her mother looked absolutely distraught.

"My darling! You look lovely." She smiled shyly, remembering her courtesies and curtsied for the Queen, her mother smiled and sat down next to her. "So the day has come, a day I dreaded over the last three years... If only I could have changed Robert's mind, I don't want to give you to those 'people'... " Her mother never liked this, never was fond of the idea that she would be leaving for Dorne.

And even she is not over that, she remembered that when her 'engagement' was announced that her mother was angry, so angry she didn't let it go for two years before giving up on several attempts to stop it.

Tommen, her sweet little brother isn't glad to see her go. She stayed up with the six-year-old all night, promising him that she would come home for all his name-days and see him grow into the strong man she knows he will become. After all that he still isn't okay with it, but he's also still a boy and will grow out of it.

He father is the most opposed to it, but not for the reasons she likes to pretend it is. It's her fathers Baratheon pride, he hates the fact that he is bending over to forge a lasting peace between House Baratheon and House Martell, partly House Lannister on her mother's side.

If there is one person in this entire city that is glad that she is leaving, it would be her twin and the demon himself... Joffrey.

Joffrey five years before was a good person, Tommen was still just a babe and she and he were inseparable. She doesn't exactly know what had changed but it made him a cruel person, taking out his every frustration on children and her as well when he didn't get what he wanted. They hadn't gotten along since then and would do all in his power to make her life miserable or at least in the presence of their mother, thankfully her mother doesn't play favorites.

"It's okay, mother. I am going to miss you, all of you, but every lion has their duties. You said that to Joffrey once or twice, I get what that means and I will do what is needed of me, no matter how much I wish it were different." She wore a proud face, she can't afford to frown anymore and has to be strong, if not for her family but for herself. Her mother and Queen caressed her cheek with care, still wearing a frown.

"I know... That monster of an uncle is right, you're my brightest child and I am so proud of you." Her mother said and she smiled brighter than before, she can do this and deal with whoever this son of Doran is.

He better be ready for a lioness, for she has claws where he has venom.

After getting everything of hers packed, they began making their way down to the docks and then get her on a ship. After that that her family is going to go North, for some man named Stark to become the next Hand of the King, her own grandfather was Hand for twenty years, he should have been considered given his experience over that of Lord Eddard Stark who's had zero experience in governing seven whole kingdoms.

First, to say farewell was her father, "My daughter, I got you the best ship in the royal fleet, and the best men to protect you." She nodded, and next was Tommen who didn't say much and simply cried.

"You mew like a suckling babe, Princes aren't supposed to cry." Joffrey in his infinite wisdom had to insult his sibling, a shame she will be leaving Tommen to deal with him all alone. She narrowed her eyes and glared at her bitter half, he glared right back.

"Yes, but he is a child and children are supposed to cry. Actually, it's much like you did when father took you hunting for the first time and had you carry back a dead fen." Joffrey flustered in embarrassment and walked back to the carriage, she smirked slightly at her victory and hugged Tommen once more.

Next was her favorite uncle, Jaime who smiled and cupped her right cheek.

Ser Jaime Lannister and Lord Tyrion Lannister both are here, the uncles that really matter because uncle Renly is too stuck with Ser Loras Tyrell and Stannis left shortly after Jon Arryn died, but said his goodbyes before doing so. Jaime was always there when Joffrey was being an arse, she thanked him every time and for one month he was her constant companion.

"Now the moment you are mistreated, let Ser Arys know and he'll defend your honor. I'd be there, but Joffrey will be inhospitable if no one is there to keep him in check." He told her and she giggled, she can take care of herself. Tyrion walked over and handed her a book, she scrunched her brows in confusion.

"It's a book on Dornish traits and traditions that you'll want to know, trust me my niece because you'll want to know." He said and she scoffed, her usual brainy uncle and his mighty wisdom. Lastly was her mother although it had fewer words, but more a heartfelt embrace where her mother whispered that she loved her, that they'd meet once more when she returns from the north.

Finally was the moment of separation where she boarded the ship, she watched her family become smaller and smaller until she could no longer see them.

Her days home is over, for now. Her journey to Dorne has begun.