Broken Chapter 4

Ellaria's hands are gentle as they do up the beautiful dress that she had been so kindly given to by the dornish prince and his beautiful paramour. The horrified gasp that had escaped the olive skinned dornish woman's mouth had not surprised Sansa in the slightest. Ellaria has the right to be disgusted by her horrible scars, they are ugly after all. "I'm sorry you had to see such ugly scars my lady" Sansa apologised, the courtly mask that had disappeared earlier smacked back into place. Her courtesies were her biggest weapon after all. Ellaria's eyes widened slightly, her face a mask of anger and disgust "Scars, they are a sign that you had been hurt; A sign that you had healed. You should not be disgusted by them, my sweet." Ellaria's hand came up to rest on Sansa shoulder. "These scars are your story, wear them proudly for they are but evidence of life" tear's clouded Sansa's eyes as Ellaria spoke. "Now, Oberyn must be wondering what has been taking us girls so long." Ellaria took Sansa's hand and placed it in the crook of her elbow "Shall we?" she gestured to the door leading to where Oberyn was. Sansa nodded not trusting herself to speak without bursting into tears.

When the ladies re-entered the room Oberyn couldn't help the stirring of his manhood at the sight of these two beautiful creatures. "Sansa you look exquisite in the colours of Dorne" Oberyn stated. Sansa's blushed, before smiling at the prince before her. "Shall we eat?" he asked gesturing to the table set for three with an array of delicious looking food; some of which Sansa had never seen before others were northern dishes that hadn't graced a dining table within kings landing for years.

Oberyn gently lead Sansa over to a chair pulling it out for her and pushing her in when she sat down "Beware my lady, some of these dishes are quiet hot" Ellaria warned as her eyes wandered over the dishes. Dishing herself up like the couple, Sansa found herself putting long missed foods on her plate as well as some of the dornish foods; Oberyn explained each dornish dish to her telling her the spice that graced each dish. Sansa stuck to the mild dishes not wanting to try out the hot ones in case she found the heat inedible. When taking the first bite of a dornish dish, her mouth was instantly on fire but Sansa found she liked the exotic taste. Soon she devoured portion that was on her plate, slyly taking seconds. Oberyn and Ellaria shared a smile as the watched the young girl eat a classic dornish meal.

When they had finished, their dinner was cleared away by servants that were clearly dornish, bowing to their prince when finished. Sansa was lead over to the same plush chaise her and Oberyn had sat on earlier that day. When seated Sansa looked to Oberyn who had an unreadable look on his face "Is something wrong, Prince Oberyn?" Sansa asked. Worry clear across her pale face.

"Lady Sansa, the King and Queen regent have started looking for a betrothed for you," Sansa paled, her hands started shaking. Ellaria who sat next to her took her hand in comfort "they suggested many a match before landing on me," the hand who held hers tightened slightly. Sansa looked to Ellaria who was staring angrily as her paramour "You said you would have her, didn't you?" she asked her lover, her voice was not filled with jealously but was eerily calm "Yes" Oberyn confirmed.

Sansa stared at the dornish prince in disbelief, her hands still shaking. "You must understand Sansa, I only agreed because I value your safety. I will protect you and take you away from this horrible place. I will not let you suffer at the hands of these snakes any longer and this" he gestured between the two of them "was the only way it could come to happen" Oberyn explained. She would be free of this place if she was to marry him, she would be safe. Safe; she hasn't felt safe since before she left Winterfell.

"I will not let you become the next Elia" he whispered, quiet enough that Sansa and Ellaria only just caught what he said. He didn't want her to become like his sister, murdered and raped at the hands of the Lannisters. Ellaria and Sansa both took his hands, trying to ease the pain clearly etched across his face "Okay" Sansa spoke "I will marry you," she turned to look at Ellaria the mother of four of Oberyn's children "you won't leave will you?" Sansa asked saddened at the thought of the kind woman leaving what she has with Oberyn because of her, Ellaria smiled "never" Sansa smiled "good" Oberyn watched the two as they spoke. Sansa told the two that she understood their current relationship and did not wish for it to end because of her. They assured her that it wouldn't "My only wish, lady Sansa is for you to join us when comfortable" he told her smiling gently "I will try" and that is all he wished she would do. He would do everything in his power to protect this girl and help her transform into the wolf that she was.

\\\ Riverrun

Robb sat in the Riverrun dining hall, seated in the lord's chair, his bannermen standing as guards around the large room. The large doors opened, the blackfish entered with thirteen people behind him. Ten men who stood in formable lines, weapons grasped tightly in case of and oncoming attack. They watched the room looking for incoming threats, while the three women walked further towards him; a big-boned woman, long-legged, with close-set eyes and rat-brown hair easily stood out as the oldest and to her right stood a slim woman, with straight black hair worn in a long braid, her dark eyes glimmered with mischief, while her high cheekbones, and full lips were pulled into a sly smirk. To the left of the eldest, stood a small fair woman, with golden hair, blue eyes with an almost otherworldly innocence that surrounded her. All three women wore heavy warm cloaks that hid thick leather armour, something Robb had never seen; they also had an array of weapons between the three.

The women bowed their heads in respect, "Your Grace, my name is Obara Sand and these are my sisters Nymeria and Tyene. Few know us as the sand snakes, the bastard daughters of Oberyn Martell" she greeted, her accent thick and unusual to Robb's ears. Robb greeted them, asking how he could be of an assistance to the woman "Our father and our uncle, the princes of Dorne sent us here to offer you, King Robb Stark, Dorne's allegiance." Robb looked on intently, his interest coming to its peak "Prince Oberyn resides in Kingslanding at this very moment, searching for way to free Princess Sansa Stark from the lion's den, as an offer of good favour to you and your people." The girl Nymeria said. His mother gasped from beside him.

"What does Dorne offer?' he asks, the blond girl smirks "Ten thousand spears, and a number of ships." she says.

Robbs eyebrows rose "And why would we need ships?" the girl Obara smirked "To launch an attack on Kingslanding from behind. This is something they would least expect." Robb smirked, a flash of hope coming to life. The blonde came forward a letter in her hand "From my uncle, a formal decree of allegiance signed by both my father and him." She gave it to the blackfish who in turn gave it to him. Robb read through the letter, than looked up to the three sisters "if you would please join me in my solar, we can discuss this in some more detail." Robb said leaving his seat waiting for Obara, Nymeria and Tyene to follow him.