Dorne, Oh Stranger lord of all that is decent and sensible protect me. I decided to break this into two parts, the first will fllow the story and the other is what if Roland had been there. Because id D&D won't take this seroiusly why should I. BTW wasbn't Myrcella suppose to have a kingsguard with her during her stay in Dorne? Oh well common sense who need it. anyway enjoy
Dorne (regular version)
Jaime and Cersei stared at the 'gift' Dorne had sent. Myrcella's necklace in the jaws of a viper with crimson scales
While Jaime looked shocked, Cersei was fuming. "It's threat?' Jaime said simply, not really knowing what else to say about it.
Cersei scoffed, "of cource it's a threat, our daughter is alone in Dorne surrounded by people who hate our family. They blame us for the Death of Oberyn and Elia and every Tragedy that has befallen their cursed country. I SWEAR, I WILL BURN THEIR CITIES TO THE GROUND IF THEY TOUCH HER." She raged.
"They won't get that chance," Jaime promised. "I will go to Dorne and I am going to bring our daughter home."
Cersei almost laughed. "You are going to Dorne alone with one hand?"
Jaime smiled, "I never said I was going alone."
Jaime knew that is this plan was to succeed he would need capable and trustworthy men to help him and in Kings landing their was two. The first man he visited made Jaime nervous, hesitantly he knocked on the door. The voice inside bid him to enter. Jamie opened the door to see the man sharpening his sword with a wetstone.
"Ser Jaime," the man acknowledged.
"Ser Barristan," Jaime returned the greeting.
"What can I do for you?" There was an edge in the older man's voice, an adge rightfully deserved.
"I wouldn't be asking for your help unless it was important, and I don't know who else to turn to."
Ser Barristan sensed the desperation in the kingslayer's eyes and he ceased his sharpening. "What is it?"
"We recieved an threatening message from Dorne," Jaime explained. "Myrcella's necklace in the jaws of a viper."
Ser Barristan's eyes widened in horror, Ser Jaime now had his full undivided attention. Ser Barristan knew the reason behind the threat. Though he tried to convince himself that the Martells would never stoop to such levels, The Dornish did have a history for cruelty and dishonorable actions. The maiming of Lord Orys Baratheon, the torture of Queen Rhaenys, Killing King Daeron the dragonknight under a peace banner, and forcing Baelor the blessed to walk through a pit of scorpions to save his brother. Besides he had met Ellaria Sand and to him she did seem like the type of woman who would kill an innocent girl for vengence.
When Jaime explained his plan, Ser Barristan accepted, With Joffrey gone Tommen was now safe so he was not in need of much protection. Ser Barristan knew he owed it to his new king to protect her, He had failed to protect Roland's father, he would not fail to protect his sister.
Jaime also recruited the sellsword Bronn into the group. While he never held sellswords to a high regards, Ser Barristan had developed a begrudged respect for the upjumped knight. He was blunt and honest to a fault and he had served Tyrion well. Ser Barristan himself almost volunteered to be Tyrion's champion knowing how fond roland was of him. But Tyrion insisted that he remained to do his duty. Tyrion seemed to sense that Roland needed Ser Barristan more that he did.
Together the trio paid a Pentoshi captain who was sailing to Oldtown. Once they arrived, they took a boat in the night and rowed ashore some distance away from the water gardens. But the morning after thay came ashore, the trio were confronted by a Dornish patrol. Bronn took out one leaving it 3 on 3 Bronn and Ser Barristan were able to take out their respected opponents quite easily, and the pair stood to see how Jaime was fairing. They agreed to inerfere once the odds turned against him. As it happened they didn't need to help after all. As jaime was able to use his golden hand to block his opponent's blade before delivering the killing blow.
"Impressive for a man with no sword hand," Ser Barristan remarked.
Jaime shrugged, "I had a good teacher." After Bronn and Ser Barristan buried the bodies , they took the dornishmen's cloths and mounts and rode to the Water Gardens. When they arrived they found Myrcella together with who must have been Trystane Martell.
Once they were aware of each other's presence, the five people approached. While Myrcella and Jaime talked, Trystane must have noticed the blood on their clothes and reached for his sword. Bronn mved to stroke him but Ser Barristan held him back. "It is death to strike a prince," he explained and Bronn nodded grimly.
As Jaime tried to convince his 'niece into coming with him, their reunion was cut short by the arrival of the Sand Snakes.
While they fought, one of the sand snakes Nymeria rushed to take Myrcella. But was stopped by Trystane who had his rapier drawn and pointed at her."
"Step aside Trystane," Nymeria warned, "we're taking the princess."
Trystane's eyes narrowed, "you want to kill Myrcella," he snarled. "you won't lay a finger on her."
Myneris pointed her dagger at Trystane. ""This doesn't concern you cousin," She snapped. "I don't wish to harm you but I will if you don't step aside."
Trystane shook his head, "that will never happen so don't even try it."
Nymeria stepped forward and Trustane thrusted his rapier into Nymeria's left leg. Nymeria cried out in pain as trystane thrusted again, this time into Nymeris'a right arm. Nymeria fell to the ground holding her wounds as she stared at her cousin in shock."
Trystane directed her face to his own, "I warned you cousin."
The four men manage to hold off the sand snakes long enough for the dornish guards to arrive and take them all away.
Bronn was taken to a cell while Ser Barristan became Myrcella's ever present sword. Jaime was able to negotiate and agreement with Doran, Myrcella would return on the condition that Trystane would be allowed to accompany her. When Doran also proposed that his son be named into the small council. Jaime sadly replied "That will be up to Roland to decide, ut i'm sure he will find these terms acceptable.
Ellaria stormed off in anger Ser Barristan approached Prince Doran. "That woman is not to come anywhere near the Princess again," he said darkly.
The two shared a look and Doran nodded.
The rest of their stay in Dorne went without incident. Ellaria and the sand snakes were watched at all times and forbidden fron leaving the castle. When the time came for them to leave. Doran made sure the Sands were not present to try anything and he watched them sail away with a smile on his face
Dorne (Roland version)
When Roland saw the 'Gift' from Dorne he was enraged, someone threatened his sisters life and he had a pretty good idea who it was. Cersei had voice Roland's own thought about the matter and both he and uncle Jaime agreed that they needed to do something about it. Roland and Jaime made plans to go to Dorne and bring Myrcella home. They recruited Bronn as an extra sword should they run into trouble.
During the trip their Roland asked him about Tyrion. "You set him free?" He asked, Jaime sighed and nodded. Roland smiled and gave a nod of approval, "thank you for that."
"He killed my father," Jaime pointed out.
Roland shrugged, "To be fair, that warped frustrated old man had it coming for a long time." Lannisters always pay their debts and in the end Tywin Lannister paid in full the ultimate debt."
After rowing onto the dornish shore, they made short work of a group of Dornish soldiers before making their way to the Water Gardens. Roland had traded his usual full plate armour for a scale mail jerkin with greaves and vambraces over grey linen clothing. after encountering the Dornish soldiers. Roland and the others donned a dornish overcoats over their attire with a balaclava over their faces to hide their identities. They also took the men's sabers.
They snuck into the Water gardens and Roland was the first to see his sister snogging who must have been Trystane Martell.
"Well she seems to have made herself at home," Bronn quipped.
Roland nearly frowned but couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at Trystane's performance. "Where did he learn to kiss?" He muttered to his uncle and Bronn, "that is just sad." He turned to Bronn, Let us do the talking, but keep alert for trouble." Bronn nodded to show he understood.
Roland approached and started whistling a tune that he use to play for Myrcella long ago. Thw two immediately broke it off. Myrcella was surprised at first until Roland removed his balaclava.
"R-Roland?" She wondered in disbelief.
Roland pretended to look offended, "What, no hug little lioness, I'm wounded little sister, truly I am." Roland put a hand over his heart and imitated pain."
Myrcella's face broke into a huge smile as she rushed over to him. She had grown since he last saw her but Roland was still able to lift his sister off the ground and he planted a kiss on both her cheeks. "I trust you are doing well here."
Myrcella nodded, "I'm so glad to see you again. But I don't understand, what are you doing here?"
Before Roland could answer, his sister's betrothed approached, "I am Trystane Martell," He said holding out his hand.
Roland took it casually, "it is good to finally meet you in person Prince Trystane,' he said with a smile.
Trystane returned the smile, "We were not expecting a visit from you, your grace."
Roland shook his head, "you weren't meant to Prince Trystane," Roland replied. He turned to Myrcella, "Is there a place we can speak in private?"
Mycrella was now confused, "Is somethign wrong Roland?"
Roland nodded slightly, "I will explain everything I promise, but not here."
Just then a ring of steel could be heard, from the corner of his eye, Roland saw Trystane moved to draw his sword against Bronn. 'probably noticed the blood on out clothes,' he thought. But before he could stop any violence from happening Bronn knocked his out with a blow to the face. "That was stupid son," Bronn said casually. Myrcella cried out and knelt over Trystanes unconsious body.
Roland grabbed Bronn's wrist, "that was unnessessary," he said angrily.
"He hurt him," Myrcella exclaimed with equal anger.
Roland knelt down with her, but before he could say anything a whip caught his wrist. Roland, Jaime and Bronn turned around and saw three young girls standing before them. Each of them was armed with a different weapon. The eldest had a spear, the youngest had two daggers while the middle girl had a whip.
"Oh for fuck sake," Bronn sighed in irritation.
Roland looked the girls up and down and without warning he burst out laughing. "You can't be serious," he exclaimed breathlessly. Roland removed his balaclava and dornish overcoat before turning to Jaime. "Stay close to Myrcella, we'll handle these snakelings." Jaime nodded as Bronn and Roland drew their swords and squared off against the sand snakes.
Obara was the first to strike she advanced on Roland twirling her spear around before going in for thrust. Roland sidestepped her first thrust, causing her to miss, Obara went in for a second thrust, this time Roland stepped forward the spear glanced off the side of Roland's armour. Roland was in the safety zone of the spear allowing him to grab the handle just below the blade. Obara tried to pull back but Roland's superior strength kept the spear at bay as he brought his sword down with all his might. The force of the blow broke the spear leaving Obara with the near useless shaft. Roland now wielded the metal blade of the spear in his left hand as an improvised dagger. Roland went on the offensive showering Obara with blow after blow, Obara used her broke shaft to keep him at bay, but she knew it wouldn't last long against Roland's powerful blows. Finally full downward strike from Roland's sword broke the shaft in half.
Before he could advance further, Nymeria cracked her whip at him, catching the hand holding the dagger. Roland dropped the dagger and started spinning his forarm in a circle, wrapping more of the whip around his arm. after a few more wraps Roland left hand grabbed hold of the cord. Nymeria tried to pull her whip back but it was no use. The end was too tightly secure around Roland's muscular arm. Roland then pulled back on the cord and used his sword to cut it causing Nymneria to fall on her back. Roland let out a laugh, "Do you take me for a Lion that can be fended off with a whip?" he asked defiantly.
While Roland had been busy with Nymeria, Obara took the opportunity to grab the metal blade of her spear and charged at Roland. she had the killing blow and it is likely she would have killed him if Jaime hadn't intervened and stepped in front of her with his sword drawn. Roland gave his uncle a rare smile, "kingsguard indeed," he said.
Seeing an opportunity Nymeria rushed to Myrcella with her dagger in hand. "You're coming with me," She said grabbing the princess by the wrist.
Myrcella pulled back defiantly, "I don't want to."
Nymeria frowned and pointed the dagger at the young girl's throat, "I wasn't asking princess." She said venemously as she practically dragged her away. As she turned, Nymeria bumped right into Roland, his eyes blazing. She tried to stab him with her knife but Roland caught her arm and twisted it painfully causing her to drop her unarmed Roland's other hand shot up and grabbed Nymeria by her throat. Nymeria struggled frantically trying desperately to kick him, but Roland's long fingers squeezed as he lifted her struggling body into the air with one arm while his other hand his sword to her belly.
"DROP YOUR WEAPONS SNAKELINGS!" Roland roared getting everyone's attention. The other Sand Snakes looked in horror as their sister struggled in Roland's iron grip. Roland tightened his hold causing Nymeria to gasp slightly and her body started to twitch. "She's dying," he warned them as he started to press his blade against the girl's belly.
Unwilling to sacrifice their sister, Obara and Tyene reluctantly dropped their weapons just as a group of dornish guards appeared and surrounded them. They were led by their menacing captain Aero Hotah. "Release her," he ordered Roland, Roland shrugged and practically threw her aside causing her to land painfully on the ground. Everyone dropped their weapons.
Roland turned to Tyene and said with a smile. "Sorry little lady we'll have to dance another time. " In a fit of rage Tyene lunged at him but was subdued by the guards. Roland laughed and turned to Jaime. "Look at that, she's having a tiny little tantrum." Jaime smiled as they were all led away by the guards.
Jaime was given a rather comfortable quarter in the Spear tower, Bronn was led to the dungeon. Despite his status Roland insisted on bunking with a cell with Bronn, not due to comfot but to get a chance to talk with the sand snakes.
To pass the time Bronn began singing the Dornishman's Wife much to Roland's amusement. "You know, if being a sellsword doesn't work out you could be a bard," Roland joked.
Bronn shook his head, "I don't think I'm cut out to do nothin but sing all day." Roland merely shrugged and went back to his thinking.
""We're lucky he's a singer, Obara spoke up. "If he were a fighter, we might have been in trouble."
"It's against my code to hurt a woman," Bronn reasoned.
"Amazing how many men we beat that seem to have this code." Obara and the other Sand Snakes laughed softly.
"You were in trouble if I recall," Roland quipped. "Let's see, I snapped your spear," he pointed to Obara. "I snapped your whip," he pointed to Nymeria. "If your sisters had not wisely surrendered, I would have snapped your neck as well."
That silenced the Sand Snakes as they looked to the ground. Roland grinned "Still this will be a lovely story to tell when I return."
Obara smirked, "You think you're leaving Dorne?"
Roland returned the smirk, "Think? I don't think, thinking is dangerous. He pressed his face between the bars of the cell. "But I'll wink,"and that's just what he did.
As Roland laid on his bunk and went to sleep, Tyene decided to change the subject and spoke to Bronn about his arm and began to seduce him. She removed the silkobe from her body revealing her impressive assets. She then revealed that the had poisoned Bronn with her dagger during the fight and only offered the antidote after he named her the most beautiful woman in the world. Bronn managed to gat the poison before passing out.
Roland who had been awake during the entire exchange decided that it was the right time to talk with the three girls in private. "We don't little girls in Dorne."
Obara looked to where Roland was lying down. "What was that?
Roland got up and walked over to the bars, he picked Bronn up and placed him on the bench before going to the bars of his cell. "We don't hurt little girls in Dorne," he repeated.
"Is that suppose to be a scolding lecture, 'your grace'?" Nymeria asked sarcastically.
Roland shook his head, "no it's just what Prince Oberyn told me when I asked about Myrcella." At the mention of their father, all three sand snakes turned their attention to Roland as he contuinued. "I asked him if she was happy, if she was alright. Your father told me, 'you have my word, we don't hurt little girls in Dorne'." Roland staed at the ground before looking back at the girls. "I guess your father was wrong after all."
"Don't speak as if you know our father," Obara snarled. "You know nothing about him."
Roland smirked, "I know that he NEVER approved of the murder of children, regardless of who their family is." Roland tightened his grip on the bars of his cell. "Yet it seems you prefer to trample on his moral compass instead of honoring it."
The sand snakes were left speechless as Roland continued. "I held back during our fight, the only reason you and that whore are still alive was out of respect for Oberyn. But consider this your first and only warning sand snakes. Don't ever try to harm my sister again."
Roland then to the youngest sand snake, "Tell me Tyene do you look into the mirror and say, 'Mirror Mirror, on the Wall, Who is the fairest of them all'?"
Tyene raised her eyebrow. "You don't think I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen?"
Roland grinned, "not even close deary."
"Name one more beautiful than I am," she challenged.
"I can name several who are more beautiful than you," he said softly. "But for the sake of time I will tell you the one who is fairer than all the rest combined." Roland smiled at the memory of Sansa. "Her hair is like fire and glows when the sun catches it. Her skin the colour of cream and softer than silk. Then there's her eyes, gods her eyes, they are like hooks for the soul. Bluer than the finest sapphire they pull you in and you become forever lost in them. From the moment I met her to my dying breath, I swear that she has no equal on this earth
As he was speaking Tyene had been attempting to seduce him as she did Bronn. While Roland did find her teats very alluring, he need only remember what she tried to do to Myrcella to control himself. Instead he stared intently into her eyes as he told Tyene of Sansa, "You are a hag compared to her."
"What is her name?" Tyene asked after Roland had finished. She was surprised that he had been able to resist her. Normally she had avery man at her beck and call, but sadly not this one. clearly he couldn't be swayed.
Roland's smiles slyly and said, "Sansa of House Stark."
The Next Day Roland was brought before Doran Martell along with his uncle. They were escorted by Aero Hotah as well as a few dornish guards.
The Prince of Dorne was seated along with Trystane, Myrcella and Ellaria Sand. Upon seeing Ellaria, Roland's eyes narrowed. Ellaria glared at him with murderous eyes, Roland returned it with an emotionless stare.
"Prince Doran," Roland addressed giving him a respectful bow.
Doran retuend the gesture with a nod, "forgive us, we started without you. Please have a seat."
Roland raised his hand slightly. No apology is required," Jaime too a seat on the couch where Ellaria was lazed on. Not wanting to be anywhere near that bitch, Roland chose the seat occcupied by Prince Trystane and Myrcella. He turned to his sister and smiled, "Cella," He said warmly.
Myrcella returned the smile, "Rol."
Jaime took this moment to comment on his 'niece's' attire, "What a lovely dress."
Myrcella turned to her uncle with a less warm look. "You don't like it." She stated as a fact.
Jamie shrugged,"you must be cold." Roland knew what his uncle was implying, indeed the dress Myrcella wore bared more skin that the dresses she had in court. Then again Margaery tyrells own dresses were not so subtle either.
Myrcella shook her head, "not at all, the dornish climate agrees with me."
Roland gave a soft snort, "Indeed. " he cut in ending Jaime's debate. He too a seat and turned to his sister's betrothed. "Prince Trystane, my apologies for that unpleasantness earlier, I hope my man didn't hurt your jaw too much."
Trystane shrugged and smirked, "a mere flea bite."
"What are you doing in Dorne?" Ellaria demanded.
Roland turned and glared at her, "Don't play that game with me Sand, you and I both know why we are here." Roland's torn had turned cold as ice and filled with venom. Even Trystane became uneasy and the abrupt change in the King's mood.
"And what would that be," Doran realized that this was not just some raid. something happend that drove King Roland and his uncle to come to Dorne."
Roland turned to the dornish prince, "we recieved a rather disturbing gift from here,"
Doran's eyes narrowed in confusion and before he could ask Roland continued. "A viper with crimson scaled and it had this in it's mouth." Roland reached into his pocket and pulled out his sister's pendant."
Myrcella's eyes widened in shock, "this was stolen from my room." She said as Roland handed it to her.
Roland watched ad Doran and Ellaria exchanged looks. But before words could exchange words an servant came in with food. Roland requested water. Jaime smiled and turned to Roland. "Excellent, a last meal before they behead us."
Doran shook his head, "No I can't behead either of you." Ellaria stared at Doran in shock.
Roland smiled, 'It seems Sand doesn't like that idea very much," he said bemused.
Doran nodded, 'yes many including her desire war, but I've seen war first hand. I've seen the bodies piled on the battlefields, I've seen the orphans starving in the streats. I don't want to lead my people into that kind of hell again."
Ellaria scoffed, "no you want to break bread with the Lannisters."
Roland spoke up. "And you want to end the life of a helpless child, just because of who her family is, how very Lannister of you." Jaime wanted to be angry at that comment but considering whis own father, He couldn't exsactly blame Roland for it.
Upon hearing this Ellaria jumped up her eyes burning at Roland. "HOW DARE YOU COMPARE ME TO YOUR FAMILY!" She snarled.
Roland laughed harshly. "Ha, the woman who sends her lover's daughters to kill an innocent girls speaks to me of daring. By the way last I chaecked My family name was Baratheon not Lannister." Ellaria sat back down fuming.
Doran decided to defuse the situation by proposing a toast. "Let us drink to our king, may his reign be long and prosperous."
Everyone took a drink, but ellaria poured hers onto the carpet, Roland cringed at the beautiful fabric being ruined. But he smiled at turned to Myrcella, I never thought it was possible for someone to act more childish than Joffrey." Mycrcella and Roland laughed at that, even Trystane and Jaime joined in."
Roland turned to Doran once more, "May I ask what is to become of our man Bronn?"
Doran gave the king a half smile, "Tell be King Roland, in Kings landing, how do they punish someone who strikes a prince?" Everyones eyes turned to Roland wondering how he would respond.
Roland simply smiled and said, "Tell Me Prince Doran, in Dorne how do they punish someone who tries to kill a Princess?"
Doran's expression turned to shock, "what makes you think they were going to kill her?"
"They didn't come armed and armoured in a ridiculous manner into the water gardens to invite her for wine and cakes."
'Clever boy,' he thought. he had a feeling that he would have liked playing Cyvasse with him. Both rulers knew the answer to each other's question and both were in their rights to pass proper sentence.
"It seems we are at an impass. " Doran said after a moment.
"In deed we have," Roland replied as he smiled dangerously at Ellaria. "Bronn was under my command and he failed to exercise restraint. So the fault is mine to bear."
Doran sighed and spoke, "My son must learn judgement if he is to rule one day, I will let him decide."
Roland nodded in acceptence, "fair enough," He said and turned towards the heir to Dorne.
Trystane locked eyes with Roland before speaking. "I have learned the value of mercy from my father. So I will set your man free."
Roland cocked his head knowing there was more to this, "But?"
Tyristane smiled slightly, "on one condition."
So in exchange for his freedom, Bronn got smacked in the head by Aero Hotah. Roland shrugged, "Maybe next time you'll think twice before doing anything rash." Bronn glared at him before taking a seat.
Roland turned to his sister, "Myrcella, Ellaria Sand sent three girls including her own daughter to kill you, so what should I do with her."
Myrcella turned to Ellaria, the older woman stared at the younger with fearful eyes." After a moment she turned back to her brother and shook her head, "Spare her life," She said, "don't hurt her."
Roland's eyes widened slightly, "you would spare the woman who tried to murder you Cella?"
Myrcella nodded, "She has three other daughters Rol, they are too young to be taken from their mother."
Roland's eyes narrowed and he shifted his gaze from Myrcella to ellaria and then to Myrcella again. After a moment, he smiled warmly before turning to Ellaria, "Do you see Ellaria," he gestured to his sister. "That is character, that is a good heart. "it's what seperates snakes like you from people like her."
Ellaria relaxed slightly, but she knew she would have to face Prince Doran later.
Doran then spoke to Myrcella, "Your brother insists on your return to the capitol."
Myrcella shot an angry look at her brother, who nodded. "I'm afraid so Cella, given recent events I'm sure you can understand why."
Myrcella continued to glare at Roland as Doran continued. "Well, I cannot disobey my king's command, She will return with you to King's Landing, along with my son Prince Trystane. If the alliance between the Iron Throne and Dorne is to continue, their engagement must remain."
Myrcella smiled and looked at Roland hopefully, Rolamnd smiled and nodded. "Why, of course, it would not be proper for me to break apart two lovers." Myrcella smiled and kissed Roland on the cheek in thanks."
Doran smiled, "Excelent, also my brother was named into the small council before his death. Your grandfather understood the importance of keeping Dorne in the fold. So with Oberyn gone, Trystane will take his place in the small council."
Roland leaned back and stroked his chin, "as it happens I am in need of a new Master of Laws Prince Doran. Would your son be up to such a task?"
Both Roland and Doran turned to Trystane, the young man nodded, "I promise to serve you to the best of my abilities."
Roland smiled, "I'm sure you will."
Unable to take it anymore, Ellaria stood up and stormed off, but not before turning to Doran and hissed. "No wonder you can't stand, you have no spine!"
"Better no spine than no sense," Roland pointed out.
Before Ellaria could leave Doran grabbed her by the arm. "You are the mother to four of my nieces, girls I love very much. For their sake I hope you live a long happy life, speak to me like that again and you won't." The two stared at each other before Ellaria stormed off seething.
Roland shook his head and sipped his water, "bitch," he muttered.
On the day they left everyone was at the dock to say their good byes. Roland, Jaime and Bronn were now dressed in the attire they came to Dorne in, albiet much cleaner. Even Ellaria and the Sand Snakes were there. Roland glared at them, waiting for something to happen. "Women never give up," He told himself.
"We wish you a safe journey home," Doran told them.
Roland bowed in thanks, Doran gave Ellaria a nod, which seemed to be permission. Ellaria and Myrcella stepped towards each other. "Forgive me child, the woman cupped the hands of the young girl. "I wish you all the happiness in the world." Then Ellaria leaned in and Kissed Myrcella deeply.
Roland griipped the pommel of his sword, he could tell Myrcella was uncomfortabl;e about the situation, Thankfully the kiss lasted only a moment longer before Ellaria broke it. Myrcella gave a quick smile in courtesy before boarding the boat.
After Bronn said farewell to Tyene, Roland stepped forward towards the Sand Snakes. "I hope the next time we see each other it will be under friendlier circumstances."
Obara and Nymeria snarled at him, but Tyene stepped up with a smile. "The next time we meet your grace, We will not let you get the better of us."
Roland returned the smile and eyed Tyene's necklace. "You got another antidote," he said.
Tyene looked down at her necklace and shook her head, "No, it is very rare and costly but the ampoule completes my necklace."
Roland tilted his head, "You don't have more of it?" Tyene shook her head wondering what the questions. Roland gave a pouty frown before turning away, "that's a pity." As Ellaria returned to her daughters, Roland stopped her. "I must say, you have lovely manners for a bastard-"
Ellaria straightened up, "Thank you," she said stiffly.
Roland's face suddenly turned dark "-and a LIAR." Without warning Roland grabbed Ellaria by the throat with his left hand and lifted her off the ground. Causing her to gag and struggle as she pounded her arms and kicked her feat trying to get him to release her, but her limbs did nothing to Roland's hardened muscle.
The Sand Snakes and Aero Hotah moved to try and help her but Roland raised his right finger warningly and Doran ordered Hotah to hold the Sand Snakes. Roland left hand then took hold of the necklace Ellaria was wearing, which he noted was excactly like Tyene's. Roland looked at Ellaria and smiled wickedly. "You won't be needing this," he said pulling the necklace from her neck. Roland put the necklace in a pouch on his belt before turning back to the flaying woman. "Really my dear did you honestly think I could be decieved. You merely adopted deception, I was born to it, molded by it, surrounded by it." Roland threw her aside causing her to fall hard onto the wooden peer. Roland turned to Tyene, "Thank you for telling us all about your little poison he said mockingly. "If not for you I may have been tricked.
Jaime looked at his nephew incredulously, "what the hell was that about?"
Roland looked at jaime and pulled the necklace out. "I think that whore just poisoned my sister," he said calmly.
"How do you know?"
Roland shrugged, "I don't," he admitted. "But we will once her nose starts bleeding."
"And that I assume it's the antidote," Jaime gestured to the necklace. Roland nodded, Jaime looked at Ellaria who was on the ground surrounded by the Sand Snakes, "What about her?"
Roland considered the older woman for a moment, "She can die just fine on her own." He turned to the sand snakes, "she should have known better than to fuck with a man's family."
Tyene was cradling her mother as she glared at Roland. "We won't forget this," she vowed, "we'll get our revenge."
Roland grinned, I'm counting on it, and I'll be waiting. My dogs have never tasted dornish meat before and I think you three will make an exquisite cuisine." He winked and turned away.
So Roland, Jaime, Myrcella and Bronn, boarded the boat which took them to their ship. Leaving Doran, Ellaria and the Sand Snakes alone on the dock. Ellaria looked at Doran with desperate eyes. Doran regarded her coldly and simply said "you brought this upon yourself." Doran was wheeled back to the castle leaving the four women on the dock to weep, and witness the consequences of their actions.
Roland's insticts proved to be right as Myrcella's nose started to bleed and she bagan gasping for air. Roland gave her the antidote right before she passed out.
"She will be alright," Roland said confidently. "A pity the same can't be said for Ellaria Sand."
Myrcella woke a short time later and went up on deck she fpund her brother at the stern. Myrcella embraced her brother, Roland responded by patting her on the head. As they stared off in the direction of Dorne, Roland started singing a jolly tune
Farewell and adieu, to fair Dornish maidens
Farewell and Adieu, dear ladies of Dorne
For we've recieved orders tosail back to Braavos
And so nevermore shall we see you again