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Chapter 1

Marriage, it had never been a word that Myriah feared, as the eldest child of Prince Doran Martell of Dorne, she was the heir to Sunspear. She didn't have to worry about being sold off to some Lord of any powerful house, or so she thought.

Her father had once promised her that she would get to choose with whom she would have to spend the rest of her life. Prince Doran himself had married out of love to a noble woman from the free city of Norvos, a woman named Mellario. He wanted nothing less for his children, lies, the truth was that her father had been secretly planning to marry her to the Dragon Prince, Viserys Targaryen.

What angered her wasn't the fact that she would have to marry the Targaryen boy, she knew that one day that would have made her a Queen, she would be lying if she said that she didn't like the sound of Queen Myriah of House Martell, it was her father's lies what deeply hurt her, he never had any intentions of giving her a choice on the matter yet he gave her the illusion that she did.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans for her, Myriah would forever recall the day that that letter reached the Water Gardens, the summer home of the Martells. Myriah and her uncle, Prince Oberyn, had been visiting her father there.

King Robert wanted to form an alliance through marriage between the houses Martell and Lannister in hopes to end the… animosities between the families. Her uncle was the second to found out about this, after her father of course, to say that he was enraged would have been an understatement. In that moment he truly resembled a viper, ready to strike as he paced from one side of the room to another, screaming and shouting his hatred for the Lannisters and the King.

Myriah overheard part of the discussion, she couldn't stay in the shadows anymore when she understood that she was going to be married off to a Lannister. She entered the room and yelled at her father, he wasn't happy to say the least, he absolutely hated when she intentionally overheard his conversations, he always scolded her for that, only this time it wasn't intentionally and she didn't care about being scolded.

Prince Oberyn left them to speak, satisfied with his niece's reaction, he expected nothing less from her but things were about to get significantly worse, for her.

At first Myriah thought that they were going to make her marry the Kingslayer, in that moment of rage she completely forgot about the obvious fact that he was a member of the Kingsguard, he could not marry or fathered any children.

"It's not the Kingslayer" her father had told her.

The imp then, oh how they must be laughing of me in this very moment, the dornish Princess marrying the imp, she thought. How much she would come to regret that later, when her father finally told her what Lannister she was going to be forced to marry.

"You will marry Lord Tywin" her father's words sent a cold chill down her spine.

Lord Tywin?, do the Gods truly hate me that much?, she thought. Myriah never imagined she would rather marry the imp over any other man but she would gladly be his wife if that meant she would be spared of being his wife.

One thing was to be married into that family and another one entirely was to be married to the man himself, the man that allowed the Mountain to rape and kill Elia Martell and her children, presenting their butchered bodies to the King as if they were animals he had just hunt, the lion of Casterly Rock.

Myriah tried to look fierce as she lifted her chin proudly and looked her father in the eye but the truth was that, for the first time in her life, she was terrified.

"No, I will not do it, I don't care if it's a direct order from the King, I will not marry that man".

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice" he said solemnly.

Myriah sighed as she looked at the sky, it's was a typical sunny day in Sunspear yet there seemed to be a cloud over her head that refused to leave her alone.

She wasn't angry at her father, at least not as much as before, she understood his position, he had been presented with a difficult situation, he could either reject the proposed alliance between the families and risk insulting the King –and possibly be accused of treason– or accept and face the wrath of his own family.

Either way Prince Doran was putting his family in great danger, the Lannisters could not be trusted and Myriah feared she would not be strong enough to survive in the lion's den, not that she would ever say that outloud.

"If you keep brooding you are going to get wrinkles".

Myriah said nothing, nor did she look at her uncle. Oberyn sighed. He walked over and sat next to her on the bench.

This was the first time she left her room since they arrive back at Sunspear, it was also her last day in Dorne. Myriah wanted to memorize every detail, she wanted to forget nothing about her childhood home.

"You don't have to do this" he said to her after a moment of silence "The King be damned, you can't marry that man".

Myriah was tired of yelling her discontent with the situation just to be ignored everytime, her consent simply didn't matter, as much as it angered her she had to admit it.

She knew her father had already sent a raven to the King, giving his permission for the wedding –as if any of them had a choice– why keep fighting against the stream?, that would do her no good.

Myriah has not spoken to her father since that dreadful day, she didn't even read the letter he sent her a couple of days ago, let alone answering it, she simply tossed it into the fire without a second look, it was her childish way of letting him know that she still had not forgive him completely for going behind her back and try to arrange a marriage to the Dragon Prince but she was starting to regret not doing so.

Her mind was starting to play wicked games with her, throwing questions like 'What if you never see him again?', 'What if that fight ends up being the last memory?'. No, I will see him again, I will see them all again, she kept telling herself.

"I don't care if we have to go to war" Oberyn continued, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"No" she quickly said, finally looking him in the eye "I will do it".

He was already looking at her, trying to read her mind, trying to understand why now, after all the hurtful words and yelling, she changed her mind and decided that she was going to follow orders.

Myriah had been thinking a lot about the situation, ever since she came back to Sunspear. She needed to think like her father, now she was part of the great game, she needed to be smart and cautious, like a snake that moves swiftly through the grass, getting close to its victim, ready to strike when the prey's guard is down.

She could use her position as the wife of Lord Tywin to bring the Lannisters to their knees or she could end up like her aunt. Myriah pushed that thought aside, that was not going to happen, not to her.

Of one thing she was sure, she would make Lord Tywin regret the day he decided to marry her.

"I know what I have to do, uncle, there is no other way".

"There is always another way".

"Is the best way for Dorne".

Oberyn shook his head and frowned, she was so much like her father, putting her people first, she would have been a good ruling Princess.

"You don't know what you are walking yourself into".

"What are our words? 'Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken' " she answered her own question before he could say a word "I know I am walking into the lion's den, it is the Lannister that have not realized what kind of viper they are letting in".

Her words made him smile like a proud father but he was still worried about her future, she was young and never before she has had to deal with the lies and schemes of the capitol, politics worked different there, the Rock wasn't any better, no place under the Lannister's control would ever be safe for her.

As they continued to watch the sunset Oberyn imagined all the ways he would hurt Tywin Lannister if he ever hurt his niece. He pictured his dying body on the floor as he choked on his own blood.

If the King thought this marriage was the end of the dispute he was terribly wrong, one day he would kill the old lion and his dog, the Mountain, for what they did to his family, only then they would finally be at peace.

All of this was Robert's fault, him and that old man he had for Hand, they did this, Cersei cursed them both, Jon Arryn for coming up with this and Robert for agreeing.

At first she tried to convince Robert to marry the girl to Tyrion but Jon Arryn said that that wasn't a good idea, he believed that if they were to say that to the Martells they would get offended, Cersei's own father had once offered her little brother to Elia Martell, they did not take it well, so Robert chose to listen to his Hand and ignore his wife, as usual.

The whole point of this arrangement was to create peace between the families, Cersei couldn't care less about that, she was ready to kill the little whore with her own bare hands when Robert offered to release Jaime from his oath so he could marry her, Cersei wasn't going to allow anyone to take Jaime from her side, anyone but it was her father who decided to step up and marry the dornish Princess himself.

Cersei cursed the Martells, she was counting on them refusing Robert's request but surprisingly, this morning came the answer. Prince Doran would be sending his daughter to King's Landing for the wedding, she would be accompanied by her uncle, Prince Oberyn, due to her father's poor health, Cersei didn't liked this, not one bit.

"Come back to bed" said Jaime. He was growing tired of his sister paranoid behavior.

"They are planning something" she said as she continued to pace across the room.

"Who?".

"The Martells" the annoyance was clear on her voice, as if he was supposed to know what she was talking about.

He should have known, lately this seemed to be the center of every damn conversation on King's Landing. Jaime wondered if people on other parts of Westeros were talking about it too, he didn't truly care about the answer, it was annoying either way.

Jaime lay across the bed in all his naked glory, with his hands behind his head, watching his sister carefully.

To be honest Jaime had already forgot about his father's engagement. He knew his father was happy with it –as happy as Lord Tywin could get– although he probably was more happy with the idea of producing a suitable heir than the idea of remarrying itself.

For a moment Jaime thought that Cersei would rip Robert's head off when he told her the news, she yelled and yelled until Robert slapped her across the face. It have taken all his will power not to kill him right there, like he killed the Mad King, what would it matter? he was already a Kingslayer.

"The Martells blame our father for the death of Elia Martell and her children, yet they agree to marry their Princess to him".

"Well, it's not like Robert left much room for complains".

"I do not like this" Jaime sighed.

"This give us an advantage, the Martells wouldn't dare to make a move against us, not while we have their precious jewel".

Cersei scoffed at the nickname, she had hear it so many times, she swore if she heard one more person talk about the beauty of the dornish Pprincess she would kill that person herself.

"They will use her against us".

Jamie got up from the bed and walked slowly over his twin sister.

"You are being paranoid" he tried to kiss her but she pushed him away.

"How can you not see the magnitude of the problem?!" she yelled "If that dornish bitch gets pregnant they are going to take away from us everything that is rightfully ours, if she gives father a son he will be the Lord of Casterly Rock and not you".

"Then so be it" Cersei glared at him "You know I cannot own any land and father would set Casterly Rock on fire before giving it to Tyrion".

"The dornishmen are like snakes, no doubt their Princess will be the same, she will bewitch father and she will put him against us".

"Father is no fool, he knows how to handle people".

"All men are fools when it comes to women".

Jaime grabbed her and pulled her roughly to him, making her gasp. He kissed her, Cersei allowed him to kiss her for a moment but then she pushed him away. Jaime growled in frustration.

"Let our father have his fun and let us have ours" he kissed her again before she could protest any further.

There was no way Cersei would let this go, he knew his sister very well. Deep inside he pitied the girl, Cersei would made her life a living hell but right now none of that mattered to him, all he could think of was Cersei and how her body fit perfectly with his when he hold her, how soft were her lips against his.

Cersei allowed him to drag her back to the bed, she would deal with the girl later.

Myriah walked down the stairs of Sunspear, her handmaid, a young girl named Larra Sand, close to her side. She was to stay with her Princess by Myriah's request.

Myriah looked back at the castle, trying to save every detail into her memory. Sunspear was a grand beautiful castle, with sand colored walls and stone slabs, it had three towers, the Spear Tower, the Sandship and the Tower of the Sun, the latter contained the Prince of Dorne's throne room, how many times Myriah had pictured herself sitting on that throne, now she never would.

Everyone was ready to leave, they were waiting for her. A feel of helplessness invaded Myriah, she wanted nothing more than go back to her room and lock herself there but she wasn't a child anymore, she couldn't simply runaway from her problems, so she put on her mask of fake confidence and walked over the group of soldiers that were going to escort her to the capital.

Her uncle was chatting with Daemon Sand, she was curious about what they were speaking, no doubt her uncle was making very clear what was going to happen to him if he failed to do his job, the Red Viper was very protective of his family, it worried her that he would try to do something stupid once they reached their destination.

Daemon was to stay with her too, it was the only protection her family could provide her right now, it might not seem much but it gave her a small sense of assurance. She had known Daemon since they were children, he was only two years older than her, he was a good friend, an excellent knight and fine warrior, he would die for her of that she had no doubt.

Myriah looked around, she didn't saw any of her cousins, not that she really expected them to be there for her, to say goodbye.

The Sand Snakes were very clear about their thoughts on this matter, they wanted her to refuse the King's orders, much like their father, they were willing to go to war, to fight for her as long as she said no but Myriah said yes and they felt like she betrayed them. A part of her felt like she betrayed them too but could they not see that her hands were tied?.

Unlike their father, they saw her as a traitor instead of the victim, the Sand Snakes would stop acknowledging her as family the moment Lord Tywin put his red and gold cloak over her, this filled her with both sadness and anger.

"Sister" her brother's voice brought her out of her melancholy thoughts.

Myriah's dark eyes looked into his slightly lighter ones. Trystane was trying so hard to look strong, he was only ten but he was very matured for his age, although he still was too innocent, too pure for this world. He was honorable, that could make him a good ruling Prince one day but sometimes having honor it's all it takes to get killed.

Trystane opened his mouth to say something but he closed it again when he realized he didn't know what to say. There were so many things he wanted to tell her and yet now that he was in front of her, his mind went blank. He had been trying to talk to her since she came back to Sunspear but she shut everyone out, he wasn't sure if it was because of the engagement or because of their cousins turning their backs on her, maybe both.

"Oh brother, come here" she hugged him tightly "I will miss you so much".

He wanted to cry then but he didn't allow himself to, he didn't need to, Myriah knew he was devastated, she hated that she had to leave him behind.

Despite of having married out of love, the marriage between Prince Doran and Lady Mellario had not been very happy. Mellario had not been able to get used to the dornish customs, which were so different from the norvoshi customs. One day she decided to return to Norvos and she never came back, leaving both of her children behind.

Trystane was very young when that happened, being almost ten years older than him, Myriah was forced to step up into the mother's role, for her little brother's sake. At first it annoyed her that he clinged to her all the time, following her around like a lost puppy but she loved him with all her heart so she took care of him.

"I will miss you too, sister".

Trystane wasn't happy about the engagement either but he was always less volatile than her when angered –or at any situation– so he didn't make a scene when their uncle informed him of the news.

"Be strong, sweet brother" she pulled away from him to look him in the eye, she grabbed his face gently with her hands "You are the heir to Sunspear now".

"I won't disappoint you" she smiled and caressed his cheek, gently, like a mother would.

"I know you won't".

"We will see each other again" he said, it sounded almost as if he was trying to reassure himself.

"Yes, we will".

"Myriah" they both looked at their uncle "Time to go".

She nodded and looked at her brother one last time. Myriah gave him a kiss on the forehead before following her uncle.

Trystane stood there, his heart filled with despair. Ser Gascoyne –the young Prince's swornshield– approached him, he put a hand on his shoulder and squeeze a little, trying to comfort him but he failed. Tears started running down his cheeks then, the boy barely noticed.

As Trystane watched his sister leave their home to never come back, he felt like he was losing his mother all over again.

"Good morning family" said Jaime as he entered the room. The rest of the family was already seated and eating.

Tyrion looked like the wine from the previous night was a little bit too much. Cersei had a look of disgust on her face as she watched their younger brother. Tywin looked like he couldn't care less about his children's mood. The only one that seemed to be in a good mood was Jamie.

"So, tell me father, how does it feel to be engaged to a girl less than half of your age?" Tywin sent him a warning look, one that passed unnoticed by his eldest son.

"Can we not talk about our father's bride to be?" said Tyrion as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Why not?, don't tell me your not curious".

"Curious about what?".

"About why in the Seven Hells, he dedices to marry a Martell".

Tyrion had been surprised by the news too, from all the ladies from all the noble houses in Westeros that his father could have chosen, he decided to marry a girl from the one house that hated him the most.

Tyrion knew that it had not been his father idea, he knew that Cersei had suggest him but that Robert refused. A dwarf is not good enough for a dornish Princess, Tyrion thought with bitterness.

He had expected the King to released Jamie from his oaths and force him to marry the Martell girl, Tyrion was not expecting his father to decide to marry her himself but it made sense now that he had time to think about it, the girl was to be his second chance at getting a suitable heir, one that would not shame him like he did.

His father probably thought this would give him an advantage over the Martells, it was a smart move, Tyrion knew that but he would be surprised if the girl didn't killed his father on their wedding night, it would be foolish to underestimate the Martell's hatred.

"Some of us are not fond of our family meddling in personal affairs".

"Are you comparing Princess Myriah to your whores?" the golden lion smirked.

Jamie knew this would infuriate their father, he didn't care. Before Tyrion could say a word, Cersei spoke first.

"There would not be much of a difference" she took a sip of wine from her cup.

"Enough!" Tywin voice roared through the room like a lion's roar, making all his children go quiet "The next time any of you decide to speak of Princess Myriah will be with the proper respect".

"Father" Cersei spoke in a sickly sweet tone, one that almost made Tyrion roll his eyes "She is dornish, you know what people say about dornish women".

She was trying to manipulate him, Tyrion noticed, to turn him against the girl before she even arrived. Well, she certainly doesn't waste time, he thought.

"Prince Doran gave me his word that his daughter is a maiden" Cersei looked like she was about to say something more but Tywin spoke first "I will hear no more of this" was all he said before he resumed on eating his meal.

None of them talked after that, even Jaime seemed to get the cue that their father was not in the mood.

Tyrion watched the calculating look his sister face with concern, he knew that she would stop at nothing until she destroyed the poor girl.

Author's Note

Hello there, thank you for giving this story a try, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it =)

I apologize beforehand for my bad english, feel free to let me know if I misspelled a word, if you can't tell by my user name, english is not my mother tongue, I kinda learned the language on my own and I'm still learning so... yeah, there might be a mistake here and there.

The story starts around a year and a half before the events on season one, episode one. Myriah is nineteen years old when she marries Tywin.

Fair warning, this isn't a Tywin/OC love story, I haven't decided yet if I want Myriah to have a love interest, she may get one down the road but I can assure you this won't be focusing on a love storyline so if you are looking for that this isn't the story for you.

This is the first Game of Thrones fanfic that I do, I will be following the tv show mostly, although I may or may not take a few things from the books, I also will have few twists of my own of course. There won't be Arianne, no Quentyn, just Trystane and my OC, Myriah.

I want to clarify that Myriah is not Arianne, even though they both have the same swornshield, Daemon Sand –who may be a little OC in my story– and they both were originally planned to marry Viserys, they are nothing alike, you will see as the story unfolds.

Although this is not the first story that I have written, it's the first story that I publish, let me know what you think, constructive criticism is more than welcome.

I hope you like it, have a nice day/night xoxoxo