Chapter 1
A cool breeze blew through the Boneway and the moon was at it's highest point when Prince Oberyn Martell and his Dornish host made camp at the entrance of the Boneway. The Dornish army had amassed at Yronwood after hearing of Robert Baratheon's death and the ascension of the supposedly base-born Joffrey Baratheon. Prince Doran Martell had passed two years prior and his daughter, Princess Arianne Martell had quickly given way to Oberyn's pleas for vengeance and allowed her uncle to amass an army of nearly fifteen thousand.
Oberyn wasted little time before gathering his natural born children. Obara, Nymeria and Tyene Sand were the eldest daughters of eight, all of which had been born by different mothers.
Obara Sand was the eldest of the three and her mother had been a common whore that Oberyn had bedded. Obara had never been the most beautiful of girls in Westeros, but the constant scowl she kept stamped across her face turned many men off her generic Dornish features. Obara's prowess with a spear could rank her amongst the best the best spearmen Dorne had to offer.
Nymeria Sand was the second eldest and her mother had been a noblewoman of Yi Ti that Oberyn had bedded during his time as sellsword in Essos. She had been considered an exotic beauty within Westeros as Nymeria had inherited her mothers Yitish features. Despite Nymeria being easy on the eyes, she'd shown a natural proficiency when handling a whip and though she'd never beaten Obara, Nymeria had bested nearly every guard in Sunspear, save Areo Hotah.
Tyene Sand was the the youngest of the three and her mother had been a Septa that Oberyn had managed to bed. Tyene was considered the least dangerous of the three eldest Sand Snakes. Tyene took after her Septa mother in many ways, golden hair, devoid of any Dornish features and a soft, nurturing voice. Many men dismissed the unthreatning blonde, but Oberyn had always known better.
Lastly was his only son, Ryker Sand had been born to a Lyseni noblewoman a mere fortnight after Tyene was born and many thought the two had been twins. Ryker had inherited his mothers Lyseni features and the mean streak that was ever present in Obara and Nymeria had never manifested within Ryker and Tyene. All four of his eldest children had gained a certain nortiety with the people of Dorne, but whereas Obara and Nymeria had achieved this from their hot blooded reputations. Ryker and Tyene were notorious in Dorne for the simple fact that the smallfolk loved them.
"Renly Baratheon is dead." Oberyn opened, Obara and Nymeria seemed elated at the fact, but Ryker and Tyene appeared more reserved and Obara had taken notice
"What? A Baratheon is dead. You should be happy." Obara scolded them, but Ryker was quick to retort.
"The Stormlands were a divided force with Stannis and Renly playing different sides, now the Stormlanders that supported Renly will be falling over themselves begging Stannis' forgiveness." Ryker replied in a calm manner and Oberyn had thought of intervening, but ultimately decided against it.
"So?" Nymeria questioned and Tyene rolled her eyes, "Now Stannis has the might of the Stormlands under his thumb." Tyene replied in her gentle matter, which only made Nymeria feel as if she were being talked to like a child.
"Then we'll sack Storm's End." Nymeria conceded and Obara eagerly nodded as if sacking the ancestral home of the Baratheon's was a simple task and Tyene gave her sister a pitying look.
"It's a good thing your pretty." Tyene giggled and Nymeria went to slap her younger sister in the face, but Ryker caught her wrist and pushed her back before she could impact with Tyene's face. Obara raised her fists at Ryker, but Oberyn quickly commanded her to stand down and his face had grown red when Nymeria had attemped to strike Tyene.
"You two are the eldest yet you act like children at time." Oberyn scolded his oldest daughters and the pair stared at their feet as they avoided their fathers venomous glare. Obara and Nymeria were ultimately saved when Lord Anders Yronwood asked for their fathers assistance in a matter and Oberyn left them to their own devices.
Obara and Nym gave their younger siblings one last glare before the pair stalked off to look for their entertainment for the night. Obara grabbed a burly spearmen and the man gave a yelp as he found himself being pulled into her tent. Nymeria did the same, but found a strapping squire to pleasure her needs.
"He's hardly older than Elia." Tyene noted the squire in a disapproving tone and Ryker couldn't help but notice that judging by the lads face, he was more than willing for whatever Nymeria had in store for him.
"The lad looks more than willing." Ryker found himself saying and Tyene gave him an exasperated look before shaking her head and retiring to her tent. Ryker did the same and removed his riding leathers before getting into the bed that occupied half the space of the small tent. The Dornish army had travelled the entire day without rest and Ryker found himself dozing off within minutes of getting under the furs.
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The sun had just begun to rise when Ryker awoke the following morning and men could be heard shouting in between the horses that could be heard galloping past his tent. He had just finished putting strapping his riding leathers when Tyene suddenly entered his tent.
"Seems to be quite the commotion, has father finally decided what we're doing north?" Ryker asked as he nodded towards outside.
"He's decided that the main portion of our army will destroy the Lannister forces occupying the Riverlands." Tyene replied in a disapproving tone.
"And the rest of us?" He questioned.
"Highgarden." Tyene replied with little joy.
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