Well since I got some days off I can't help myself but want to write more, hopefully you all love the route I'm going with this. Arianne will have a roll to play in this story. But this is still a Jon and Daenerys end game. I just thought to give Jon the opportunity to meet other women, especially since Ygritte will not be happening in this story. Spoiler lol no Ygritte. Leave comments, likes, and follows. I probably will upload one more chapter before I go back to work Tuesday so be prepared for that. Maybe if I find the time I could push it to two, but I also want to make these next few chapters longer and give a lot more perspective of where Westeros will be whenever these wars come to fruition. Enjoy!
Jon Snow
The servants and guards had been talking, that much he knew as he departed his room to have dinner with Allyria and Arianne. He heard the whispers of the servants as he passed through the halls. They all were quite interested in him, this he knew to be true.
The guards avoided him like the plague. When the captain had gave him back his sword and belongings he looked terrified. The spar apparently had only confirmed what he thought of him. Jon wasn't stupid. He could read faces and body language quite easily. They had some idea of where he came from. They knew only what whispers beyond the sunset sea had told them. He was a member of the league of shadows.
'Or used to be' Jon thought following the old man to the dining hall. It wasn't something Jon wanted the world to hear. What would his family think? The honorable Starks. His uncle would turn in his grave if he knew the truth of what he was now. An assassin. A killer. A monster.
True Jon never saw himself as that. He still followed an honorable lifestyle. He only killed when necessary. He never was an assassin at heart. But learned how to remain amongst the shadows of the dark.
They finally made their way through a set of decorated wooden doors. One painted with the Dayne sigil. The other looked to be a spear directed in the heart of a sun. The Martell sigil. He remembered learning much of Westeros's Lord's and history. It was strange, Lord Stark kept him quite educated as though he would someday be a Lord of a great house. He was no Lord.
At least he had no desire to be.
"Ahh Jon Snow, come join us!" Allyria gestured to an empty seat across from the two ladies. He smiled and nodded as he entered the halls. They both remained in the dresses he saw them in earlier. Though their curiosity had certainly increased since the morning. There were some other people sitting with them at the table. They seemed to be either wards, pages, or highborn lords and ladies. They too looked at Jon with great interest. All except one. Ser Gerold sat at the end of the table. Not once looking up to view Jon.
'Serves him right' Thought Jon as he took his seat.
The food looked amazing. Jon couldn't remember the last time he had seen a spread as such. Since joining the league he got used to minor portions of food and sustenance. The league was strict with its ways. Never over indulging oneself. Jon was grateful for the change in diet. He missed actually enjoying a meal with people to converse with openly.
He grabbed a couple pieces of strange fruit, and a cut of what he assumed was boar. He bit in and savored the flavors of the strange juicy fruit. It was to die for.
Arianne simply giggled looking at his hunger. "I assume mango isn't a common food to be had in the north?" She questioned with amusement. He looked up to see her holding her laughing eyes.
Jon blushed from his table manners. "I apologize, it's been a long while since I've had a large spread too choose from princess. And no, fruits are rarely a good the north brings in through trade." He smiled wiping his mouth from the juices.
The princess merely nodded. She too bit into a mango her eyes never leaving Jon's. 'She's doing that on purpose' Jon thought seeing the way her lips sucked gently on the yellow delicacy.
Jon averted his eyes to Allyria. She seemed intent on asking him something. Her eyes mirroring confusion and a questioning quirk of her eyebrows. "So Snow.. you gave us quite the show earlier.." She stated her eyes glancing to the quiet Ser Gerold. He looked up partially only to hide his face back into his food. Though he seemed to be listening too.
"Where did you learn to fight with such skill? I've only heard such prowess in battle belonging to my late brother or Arianne's uncle Oberyn." She asked. Jon kept his eyes on his plate. Not wanting to give away his pride. Ser Arthur was one of his many heroes growing up. The stories that came with the Sword of the morning were nothing but illustrious. His uncle told him how luck was what one him the day against Allyria's brother. Not skill.
"I've had many teachers over the years my lady.." Jon said as vaguely as possible.
"Were any of these teachers you mention from Westeros?" She asked quizzically. She was testing him. She must have been briefed of the captain's nerves around him. At least that would explain why a northern bastard was dining with a lady of Starfall and a princess of Dorne.
Arianne was listening quite intently. She seemed quite interested to hear some stories. Then again she was the one who mentioned hearing his endeavors since he left Winterfell.
"I learned as a young boy from Ser Rodrik Cassel. He was our master of arms to myself and my siblings. But I learned a lot from the teaching of a man named Ducard. He was a former sell sword across the sunset sea in a land called Pajan." Jon answered.
Allyria's eyes widened as did Arianne and Ser Gerold. "I was led to believe Pajan was merely a mythical place."
Jon was kicking himself. How could he let that piece of information slide from his tongue. These people only know of Pajan through rumor and stories. Not through history books and teachings of Maesters.
"I had not learned of Pajan till I landed there. It's a different land filled with different people. They are very weary of outsiders and the journey alone was long and hard." Jon said trying his hardest not to notice a certain feeling of a foot against his leg.
He kept his mind on the conversation but it didn't stop him from glancing towards the princess. She was sipping her wine but her eyes were glued to him. 'What the hell is she doing?!' Thought Jon.
This was mad. He was a northern bastard to their knowing. Why would a princess secretly send signals of flirtation to him. He was nothing to them. Of course he was born a prince. But she didn't know that.
"I'm sure that was quite the journey. Pajan's warriors must be renowned if what I saw in that training yard is anything to go by." Allyria complimented. She was really sweet.
Jon continued to remain fixed upon their conversation but the more they conversed the more Arianne had her fun. Her foot travelled from his ankle all the way to his knee. She never once gave any indication to anyone of what transpired under the table.
"If I may ask…" Jon started. This was why he agreed to this dinner rather than resting and leaving at first light. He needed information.
"What news of my family? Do you have any knowledge of where they are or what the north is doing in regard to my father's execution?" Jon asked his demeanor changed to that of seriousness. The others sitting at the table must have heard his question for the table got much more quiet. Only the sound of wine sipping could be heard now. Even the princess stopped her game of flirtation once she heard Jon's question.
Allyria looked to Arianne as though to see if she knew more than her. Arianne sighed. "Your brother Robb gathered his forces and makes for the Riverlands as we speak. He means to march against the Lannisters to gain justice for your father's murder. Your sisters on the other hand…" Jon's breath shortened. 'My sisters? Oh Gods…'
She seemed hesitant but continued. "Your sister Sansa is betrothed to the boy king Joffrey. She remains in King's Landing. No doubt a hostage since what transpired. War is on the horizon and I doubt they will give up a key piece of bargain with your brother's army coming for blood." She seemed to be giving Jon a look of pity.
Jon shook his head angrily. " You said sisters… What my little sister Arya?" He was leaning over the table now. He was terrified of the answer to come.
"Arya Stark I assume is with your other sister Sansa. Though reports from my father's council say whispers of her whereabouts are unknown. She may have escaped in time. But don't take my word as scripture." She quickly said.
Jon nodded. He learned a long time ago not to relay information with his emotions. But this was hard. His little wolf. Arya. She and Robb were so close to him. Robb was marching to war. And Arya was who knows where. Maybe even dead. Tears almost surfaced as he thought of where his baby sister could be. Was she safe? Was she a prisoner to the Lannisters? He quickly wiped his growing tears fast not to give away too much to the dornish.
"We are truly sorry of what's happened to your family…" Allyria said. "We know the dornish and north men don't hold much regard for one another, but we also know what it's like to lose one's we love at the clutches of tyrants and the game of thrones." She looked down saddened obviously by the memory of her brother and sister.
Arianne too looked sad. "I'll speak to my father when I can. I know our people look at the North as an ally to those who killed my aunt and cousins during the rebellion. But I also know how much hatred we hold for the Lannisters. Your father no matter who he followed during the rebellion, spoke up against the rape and murder of my aunt Elia, and my cousins Aegon and Rhaenys. For that I can speak for all of Dorne and say we would gladly ally ourselves with the kin of Lord Eddard Stark to see the Lannisters put to the sword." She determinedly spoke.
From the look of the other highborns of Dorne at the table, they all agreed quite quickly with the princesses' exclamation.
Jon smiled. "Thank you princess. When I return to my brother, I will speak to him. I know not what your father will ask for in terms of an alliance, But I think I speak for my family when I say we will need all the help we can get." Jon said with just as much passion.
Arianne smiled back. "My father mentioned me marrying your brother and joining forces. Perhaps his thoughts were held with great wisdom. Especially if what I saw in the training yard were to occur on the battlefield." She smirked.
There was the flirty princess yet again. Jon chucked. "I'm sure my brother would greatly appreciate a marriage with someone so passionate princess." Jon grasped his goblet of wine and enjoyed the taste.
Robb would be in heaven if this woman were to be his wife. Of course he would need to keep quiet with her flirting with him. But what he didn't know wouldn't kill him especially considering it was harmless banter minus her foot that once again found its way to his leg.
The rest of dinner went off without much of a hitch. He told the ladies of some of his journey, leaving out his endeavors with the league. They returned his stories with some of their own and the history and culture of Dorne. Jon truly enjoyed himself. Dorne was a place he could see himself living one day. The people were delightful if Allyria and Arianne were anything to go off of.
But now was time for him to learn more. He knew there was more this princess knew. And any information of these wars were going to be important. Jon once returned to his room dressed changed quickly out of his tunic left by Allyria's servants and put on his body armor. All black just the way he liked it. It was always his color. Jon placed a black mask over his head and sunk into the shadows.
Arianne
After having dinner, Arianne and Allyria made it back to the sitting room to talk. She was a close friend of whom she trusted. That was hard to come by. Especially given the circumstances of Westeros and Essos today. They sat quietly sipping on Dornish Red they had brought up from the kitchens. A fire was crackling on the side near her. She was warm and content. The wine bringing her warmth through her stomach, while the fire kept her skin shining in the light.
"You find him quite the man princess." Allyria broke the silence.
Arianne looked at her with a faint blush occupying her cheeks. Allyria could easily spot the looks and flush she had when her eyes would trail the dark northerner. She huffed. "How could I not. You've seen the way he looks." Arianne laughed abruptly.
Allyria giggled along with her "I don't think his looks were the only thing that you find so tantalizing." She stated. She was amused obviously. It was funny in a way. Arianne comes here hoping her father were to find a betrothal to someone other than Robb Stark, and now she would not stop imagining his own brother under her bed sheets.
"No. It's not just his looks, no matter how pretty he may be." She smiled.
"He is confident and quiet brooding. Though his confidence has an air of humbleness… I mean you saw what he can do. He seemed almost hesitant to even mention his fighting ability and yet.." She paused trying to find the words to formulate how she saw this handsome visitor from the North.
"I've never seen someone fight like that. Never. My uncle Oberyn I've seen fight. With a spear in his hand I doubt many people across Westeros could challenge him save for your a select few. But, watching Jon Snow today...I don't think he would be able to match him. I've known strong men, I've known mysterious men, I've known men who could see a chance at dying and never feel fear. I saw your cousin as one of these men. Ser Gerold is a strong fighter and up until now I've never seen fear take shape in his eyes till today. This Jon Snow is different." She mumbled out. Almost embarrassed to even utter the words.
Allyria nodded in understanding. "He is certainly different. My brother was the strongest most skilled swordsman I've ever known or seen fight. The way he moved, the way he could read his opponents, his confidence with a blade… Though Jon Snow is something far different. I don't know how he would've faired against Arthur but I guarantee Jon is someone my brother would have died to fight against."
Allyria sighed. Her brother and sister were always sore topics of discussion. She was so young when the rebellion had occurred only a small girl. But even at such a young age the pain of loss still never leaves someone.
"What are you waiting for princess? You obviously desire him, he obviously desires you. I've never known a single man who could deny you." She smirked.
Arianne giggled. "Yes you are right. Though this is why I think this Jon Snow is different. He holds his northern honor quite tightly across his heart. I flirted with him all night. Touched his leg with my own several times, and he didn't even acknowledge it. I think I may have found the first man who would not pursue me due to his honor."
Allyria was shocked. That was obvious by her mouth agape. "You rubbed his leg the whole night?!" She whispered out
Arianne simply nodded. Taking a swig of the wine before finishing her glass. "The whole dinner." She uttered.
Allyria laughed. She held her hand over her stomach as her snorts continued to echo across the room. And Arianne joined her. "Well at least you may have a chance with his brother. I'm sure they are quite similar in looks thanks to the Stark blood they share."
Arianne's laughed stopped she was hesitant to reply but figured no harm in sharing her father's plan to her friend. "My father planned on marrying me to Viserys Targaryen before he was killed by a dothraki Khal. I would bet gold on him marrying my brother off to his sister Daenerys who is in Vaes Dothrak.. While securing the north to my brother through Robb Stark." Arianne muttered out disappointed. She would've loved to be queen. If Robb Stark was anything like the Northerners reputation he would have no desire to rule the seven kingdoms through conquest. Only seeking justice for his family
"The beggar prince? I've heard stories he took after his father." Allyria frowned disapprovingly.
Arianne laughed. "He was considered to be weak if our informants were anything to go off of. I could've easily controlled his motives and his decisions." Arianne countered
Allyria nodded. "True, though your happiness would be forfeited."
"Since when have I ever needed that?" Arianne smirked.
Allyria giggled. "Well maybe you may find a simple happiness sooner rather than later." she winked.
"Maybe." She almost whispered. Her mind set to seek out a certain northerner later in the night before he departed. Perhaps he was just being civil. The north definitely would frown upon a bastard bedding a princess. But in Dorne Bastards were nothing but men and women born of passion. And passion was on her mind right now.
She thought she heard a door creak but brushed it off as the castle moving at nightfall. Unbeknownst to her a certain northerner had left the shadows and returned to his rooms.
Jon Snow
Well that was certainly interesting to say the least. He of course was flattered the beautiful divine being that was the princess found him to be so tempting. But, what he found more interesting was what she said about his aunt. She was with the dothraki, a group of savage horse lords. He was torn, Jon knew the reputation they carried. They were known across Westeros as murderers and rapists. Men who held no regard for honor and respect.
He wanted to help his aunt. He really did, but the family he already knew was in danger. They were going to war. He made his decision the moment Ducard mentioned his uncle's death. He would help the Starks. They came first before all others.
As Jon got out of his armor and jumped into his linens for bed, he heard a knock. He shook his head in annoyance. He just wanted sleep. He was setting off at first light. Jon begrudgingly opened the door. But what was waiting for him sent a shock through him. It wasn't a servant but a princess.
"May I come in Jon Snow? I wish to speak with you?" Her Dornish accent had caused his pants to stiffen as his cock rose.
Jon though attracted to her found himself doubting she only wanted to talk at this hour. Especially since she flirted with him all day and her words of attraction for him with Allyria.
He narrowed his eyes in suspicion but opened the door further allowing her entrance. He sat down and poured them each a glass of wine. Jon sipped his silently, assuming she would be the one to speak first. She seemed hesitant.
Though Jon was quite silent and unemotional, he couldn't help himself but stare at her. She was by far the most stunning woman he had ever seen and her body was on full display to him. But tonight her confidence seemed a bit lacking compared to at dinner. Maybe her words of hesitance to seduce him were true.
"I wished to ask you about your brother before you left in the morning. I wondered what he looked like, how he acts, what to expect. I was just curious.." She trailed off.
Jon's suspicion faded as he realized she just wanted to know someone she may have to marry in due time. He smiled. "He is a good man, he's honorable, a good judge of character, and an excellent swordsman. He also was one of the few to see me as his brother rather than his father's mistake. For that I see him as someone who holds his family above all others."
Jon's smile widened as she seemed to be sitting on the edge of her seat, Truly interested in what he said. She rested her head in her hand as she perched her arms on her knees. Jon evaded the lowering of her neckline as best as he could.
"Does he take after your father in looks as you do?" She asked
Jon shook his head. "He does in some ways. He has the northern accent of course and is built like a Stark, but has the Tully hair and eyes. I would always tease him growing up of my northern looks compared to his southern roots. He was jealous I was able to grow facial hair so quickly." He gestured to his neatly trimmed beard.
She giggled. "Well it certainly does look becoming of you." she smiled
Jon glanced at her hands. They seemed to be almost shaking. "Princess I hope you don't take offence but why are you really here?" She almost seemed startled by the question but sighed.
"Is it not obvious to you?" She asked her eyes drifting over his body. She slowly leaned forward grabbing his knee tightly. Jon's eyes widened but remained calm.
"It's not obvious but it is noticeable, which is why you must understand why this can't happen." Jon sighed taking her hand off his knee gently.
"But why? Am I not to your liking Jon Snow?" She asked her smirk settled on her lips.
Jon shook his head with a laugh. "You know it's not that. It may have something to do with the fact you may be securing a betrothal with my brother."
She only frowned. "And? That may not happen Jon Snow, my father may not want to enter the war at all, and to be quite frank I may not wish a betrothal to someone who does not seek to be King." She said
Jon frowned as well. "I know nothing of the politics and mind of someone who lives in Dorne, but would want for justice against those who harmed not only my family, but those who did wrong with yours not count for anything?" He asked.
She gripped his hand. "Of course they do! But shouldn't a man who's about to go to war with an enemy who holds honor and justice in little regard... " She paused standing up to show him her full body stretched out beneath the beautiful silks she wore.
"Enjoy the touch of someone who wants him? Enjoy the moment of happiness in a world filled with so much sorrow?" She now sat in his lap. He couldn't help the growing bulge in his pants now.
"Princess.. I-" he tried to formulate a reason but his body was truly not helping him.
She brought her lips to his neck. "Call me Arianne" She whispered throatily.
Jon's hands gripped her hips for stability. "Arianne, I am absolutely attracted to you, but if you do go on to marry my brother how could I ever look him in the face? It would kill him and me to know I slept with his wife." He tried to stand but she pushed him back down.
"You don't even know if I would marry him. I can easily talk my father out of it and secure an alliance with the north through one of you sisters with one of my brothers." Her eyes looked so in need of him it was maddening.
Jon's eyes widened. That wasn't a bad idea actually. Arya though hated the whole process of marrying and becoming a bride and lady of anything. Would love Dorne. They taught their women fighting, riding, and didn't treat women as nothing more than birthing sacks."
"I think we could easily see that my little brother Tristane were to be betrothed to one of your sisters. I have faith they will be found and brought to your family. But, I want this Jon. I've never wanted someone as I want you now.." She moaned
Jon's head went back. His mind was reeling. It almost sounded too good to be true.
But at the same time, he wanted this. He never received anything his entire life. A bastard son with no inheritance looked down upon by everyone who could. But this was truly something he felt. He felt wanted. Not just by anyone but by a princess. Even if it was just for one night.
"I don't want to father another bastard into this world princess." He whispered as he gave her more access to his neck. She kept kissing her hands gripping his chest.
She then giggled. "Jon Snow there is a thing most women in Dorne take called moon tea. You will have nothing to worry about in that regard."
With that, Jon stood up gripping the Princesses' ass. She squealed but Jon's lips suddenly on hers quieted her. He allowed her to drop down to her feet but still keeping his lips to hers. She connected her hands behind his neck pulling him closer. Jon moaned into her mouth as her tongue gained entry to his. For a first real kiss this as something he wouldn't forget.
Jon's breaches were getting tighter and tighter as her hands trailed over him. She finally rested her palm on his growing bulge. "You're already so hard for me." She moaned as Jon kissed her delicate skin down her neck.
She gripped his tunic and began to lift. Jon's eyes widened. "Arianne wai-" It was too late. She already pulled it all the way over his head. And her reaction was nothing good.
She quickly brought her hand over her mouth to hide the shock at what she saw.
Arianne Martell
This was heaven. He seemed very shy and almost inexperienced. Which was strange for someone so undeniably beautiful. She was slowly becoming more and more wet as his tongue trailed down her neck. He was growing arouse as well as she gripped the hardness from his pants. She grew impatient though and pulled his tunic over his head, wanting to see all of him. "Arianne wai-" She gasped as she pulled her hand over her already agape mouth.
There on his body lay scars that looked so incredibly gruesome. None that appeared to be fatal save for the small one across his stomach. But there had to have been scar to make up half of his skin. And there just above his right pectoral muscle was a tattoo of an all blue rose. The color somewhat faded but the design was beautiful.
'Beautiful' she thought staring at his body. He was toned in every place imaginable and the scars only made her want him more. 'The body of a warrior'
But he looked almost frightened for her to see. "I'm sorry if this changes things bu-"
Jon began but was cut off by her lips. She continued her advances rubbing her hands up and down his body before she loosened his pants with her fingers and slid her hand down his undergarment. She gripped his hardness and he moaned softly. "This changes nothing Jon Snow." She whispered moving her wrist back and forth making him moan louder.
She began to lick down his chest biting softy and sucking on the scars that he seemed so nervous to show. "Someone's happy to see me." she said with a smirk as she pushed him back onto his bed, pulled his pants down, and wrapped her lips around his already stiff member.
"Oh Gods" Jon moaned. She smiled with her lips still sucking on him. She released his cock from her mouth with an audible pop. "Do you like my lips around that beautiful cock Jon Snow?" She didn't even wait to hear his reply as she kissed and sucked every inch of him.
Finally she pulled her dress over her head and she liked his reaction. He looked her entire body over with lust.
Jon Snow
This was everything he thought it would be. But at the same time it was more. This was a Dornish princess with prospects to marry Jon's lord brother and she wanted him. He knew he wasn't a bastard. But she didn't know that. She positioned herself on top of him looking ready to slide down his arousal. But Jon stopped her. He was nervous. "Arianne I've never.." He trailed off hoping she'd catch his drift.
She looked stunned for a moment but smiled. "Don't worry Jon Snow, I'll make sure this will be a night to remember." and she was right. They fucked three more times that night and Jon never wanted it to end. But of course his time was of the essence, and no matter how amazing it felt he knew this was not someone he could be with. She was a princess of Dorne a land of which would despise his mere existence. And to be honest marriage wasn't necessarily something he was ready for. He still had the problem of seeing himself as Jon Snow the bastard of Winterfell. The stain on Ned Stark's honor. Rather than Jon Targaryen the child of Prince Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark. The true heir to the Iron Throne. It probably wasn't the time to be thinking that though.
Arianne had stayed with him through the night, though they both never spoke a word after exhausting one another. Morning came and they both were ready for it.
"You know not many people can say their first time was with a princess." Jon quipped. Wagging his eyebrows playfully.
She laughed. "You do have a point Jon Snow. But not many people can say they performed up to, even exceeding a Dornish princesses' standard in general let alone their first time." She winked back.
Jon smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it Arianne."
Jon packed up his things and prepared to depart thanking Allyria for her kindness. Arianne walked him to his ship accompanied by two of her personal guards. "I sent a raven to my father of the plan to betroth my brother to your little sister. I informed him of your willingness to help our cause for justice and told him to send a raven to your brother as soon as he can. I can promise you the Dornish will be in the North preparing to fight the lions almost as soon as you get back to your family." She said. Jon's eye lit up with happiness.
" I thank you princess. I'm truly glad I met you Arianne Martell."
She smiled back. "As I'm glad I met you Jon Snow. Stay safe on your journey and perhaps we may see each other in the future." She waved as his vessel took off. Jon had gained an ally and a friend that day. But now was time for war, and he wasn't lacking the will to act anymore.
Robb Stark
Being King in the North was the last thing he expected to happen since they began marching against the Lannister army. It held a great deal of responsibility, a lot more than just being another lord. He now on paper held the Riverlands due to his mother's family being their liege lord, and the entirety of the northern army. Things were beginning to look up considering his capture of Jamie Lannister and the battle of the whispering woods coming through for his favor.
But being King meant more than just a select few battles and grand standing amongst his northern lords. It meant making difficult decisions no matter the cost. His mother was breathing down his neck to send the kingslayer back to King's Landing in exchange for Arya and Sansa. That was not something she understood. He knew how stupid that would be. To send the heir to Casterly Rock in exchange for two girls. He loved his sister, but this was war. He needed to keep the kingslayer close and hopefully use him as a bargaining chip whenever the time came.
"Robb." a voice called from outside his tent. He stood up from his desk to see his disheveled mother. "A raven came bearing the seal of the Martells." She said.
She looked to be excited. The dornish though skittish since the days of the rebellion seemed to be looking for who to trust, and who to back in this war. Hopefully this was the means of an alliance. "Did you read it?" Robb questioned his eyes showing curiosity.
His mother shook her head. "I figured we could read it together." She smiled
He smiled back and nodded. He ripped open the letter she handed to him and sat down in his chair gesturing for her to sit across from him.
"To the King in the North, I Doran Martell Prince of Dorne write in great excitement and the opportunity to pursue justice for our families. Your father though on the other side of the rebellion was a man my brother and I held much respect for. He stood up to the late King Robert over the rape and murder of our sister Elia, and her children. I hope you hold his honor, and drive to seek justice. Thanks to your half brother Jon Snow my daughter Arianne has informed me of a way to join our houses. In exchange for our armies allying ourselves with yours we seek a betrothal of your little sister Arya Stark and my son Tristane Martell. Your daughter as told by Jon Snow holds a great deal of importance to some of our culture. Fighting, riding, and women in power. She would be a princess to Dorne and wife to my son a prince. We understand she is held captive by the Lannisters, once rescued and the day she flowers we will join our houses benefitting the realm as we put the Lannnisters to the sword. I hope these terms sound appeasing to you, we seek the same thing you and I. Justice for our families. We await your reply. Signed Doran Martell Prince of Dorne." Robb finished.
He couldn't believe it. Not only were the Dornish seeking to help him in his quest for vengeance, but his brother Jon helped him. He hadn't seen Jon in years and now he returned helping him and his family seek justice for their father. Apparently his mother couldn't believe it either.
"This can't be right…." She whispered out. "Jon Snow gained you the Dornish armies?" She questioned to what seemed to be herself.
Robb shook his head with anger. "If what Doran Martell says is true, Jon convinced his daughter for us. I know you hold no love for Jon mother, but if he returns he will be welcomed with open arms as a Stark." He said with much conviction.
"Robb I-" She began but Robb would not hear it.
"I'm going to legitimize him mother, he returns after years of being away and never forgot his duty even as a bastard son...He could've ignored us, the Gods know he had every right to hate how he was treated to a point of ignorance of our people. But he showed honor and he plans to fight for us. He will be a Stark following behind Rickon in means of succession." He finished with passion.
Catelyn nodded with tears in her eyes. The boy she hated all her life and tormented still came to their aid. "As you say my king, he will be a Stark." she whispered out.
"This betrothal is exactly what Arya would tolerate as well. She always wanted to fight, father always said she held the wolf blood as aunt Lyanna did. This comes at a perfect time to finally push the Lannisters back and put that bastard boy Joffrey to the sword." Robb smiled
She smiled back. It was time for War.
