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Ashara I

The night finally passed. Ashara woke up next to the stranger in her cell. For a second, she had to remember how that came to be and recalled. Of course.

The man hadn't stirred. But her arrival in Dorne certainly stirred up her sister. From what she knew, Amara was a rather soft looking girl in the wrong clothing. But Ashara wouldn't underestimate her. She grew up in Dorne after all, she would know more than she let on.

"When are they letting us out?" The man with her asked.

"Not too long from now, I suppose. Are you getting impatient now?" Ashara mocked.

"I'm never impatient. I only know it's due time they let us out." The man whispered.

"Always the same with you, isn't it?" Ashara queried. "You always have to win, don't you, Orys?"

The man stayed quiet.

Time went slow for both of them, until one servant came with food. Ashara quickly took her share, not waiting for the man. Another several hours passed, Ashara was getting impatient, ironic since she had been berating her companion about it earlier.

While she was deep in her thoughts, Amara, her sister came. She looked tired, perhaps from weight of it all. She stood close to the bars of the cells.

"Prince Oberyn will release you, as he promised, but there are terms." Amara declared.

"Terms?" Ashara gritted her teeth, she was a noblewoman, daughter of the whoremonger king, even that could have some leverage over Dorne. She should never have to face the punishments.

"They're actually very simple. A trial by combat. For you." Ashara raised her brow.

"They're giving me another chance to kill one more Dornishman?" The woman in the cell laughed.

"Oh no, this will not end in death for anyone." Amara paused. "However, this is where it gets interesting, sister. You can only be declared free if you make your opponent submit. The other intricacies of the event will be explained to you just before the trial begins."

"And how would I make them submit?" Amara laughed this time.

"Now it would be biased if I told you. But a reminder, dear sister, this is a game of desperation. How you plan on making someone desperate is entirely up to you." With that, Amara left the dungeons, and Ashara was yet again stuck with the man.

"How would you go about it, hmm?" Ashara asked Orys.

"Unsure as of yet, I'm sure I'll come up with something." He said.

Ashara doesn't come up with a reply and spends the rest of the time mute until she was exhausted doing nothing.

Guards seized her and Orys, Ashara didn't understand why. Had her sister lied? They led Orys and her away from the dungeons and to a battleground. Her sister had worn typical Dornish attire, her dress exposing plenty of skin. The Martell Princes were present as well, as were the bastards and trueborn children.

"By any means, the murder of several guards would be labelled treason, and grounds for execution." Doran Martell announced. "However, today is a special case, as the person who accounts for these crimes is a recognized daughter of King Robert Baratheon." Whispers across the arena drifted to Amara's ears. They looked at her too. Comparing her to the woman down below. But they'd disregarded the man with her, assuming him to be her underling.

"Therefore, with my power, I will allow the princess this mercy. A trial by combat. She will face a champion of my choosing, however this will not necessarily end in death. This trial will require only one rule. Make your opponent submit. How you choose to do that is up to you. The circle will also determine that. Stepping out of it, means you've taken a loss. That is all." The Dornish prince stopped talking to present Obara Sand. The rough looking woman stepped down to the battleground. Murderous intent very clear in her eyes. Ashara knew of Prince Oberyn's quick temper. She had no doubt Obara had taken such from her father. Giving herself a little smile, she looked to Orys. He'd look out for her if anything went wrong.

Ashara had chosen her weapon, a spear. The rules allowed her to choose whatever weapon, she'd considered going without any, just for laughs but freedom was on the line. Obara would have to learn her place. Ashara walked to the circle for battle. It had been explained earlier by the Martell prince that if she overstepped, it would mean her freedom was lost.

The woman looked at her in distaste. She too, had picked up a spear. Seems like great minds think alike. Ashara's eyes quickly made work of the situation, but before further assessments could be made for Obara, the latter already charged, clearly going for the kill, as she pointed the blade to the other woman's middle.

"Play nice, will you?" Ashara's eyes filled with mirth. Obara grew enraged as she had suspected. The woman had tried to disarm her with plenty of blows, she knew her opponent wouldn't last trying to defend the flurry of blows from all directions. It would only be soon enough that she surrendered. As per Obara's calculations, Ashara's spear clattered out of the circle they were in. Obara smirked, oh she wouldn't last at all. As the brute-looking woman looked to her opponent, she saw no hint of fear. Obara had disarmed her now. Why wasn't she afraid?

Kicking the woman's stomach, she towered over her. Spear close to the neck. One wrong move and her throat would suffer.

"Submit." Obara ordered. Ashara doesn't reply but instead took the spear and knocked it up, hitting Obara's jaw. Her arrogance had let her forget her opponent had hands. Ashara knew what she had to do. She tossed the spear out of the circle. It was to even the playing level. Her eyes return to Obara who looked at her like she was simple-minded. Making quick work of her new advantage, she slid out between Obara's feet to the center of the circle. Bewildered, Obara looked behind but it was too late, Ashara gave her a kick so strong she felt pushed away.

Obara Sand's feet were only a few inches from the circle as the blow had allowed. And yet, it was all that it took for her to lose. Ashara Baratheon had won.