Chapter 4: The King's Hand

When she finally reached the Sept of Baelor, she asked Ser Isaac to wait for her outside the doors. The sept was empty which was no surprise as everyone was at the royal feast. She went back to the altar, where she was just hours before her father called her name. This time, as she knelt down, no one interrupted her. She kneeled and began praying. Praying to who? She had no idea. The Old Gods and the New, to all the Gods, she thought.

"Am I a murderer?" Destiny cried out in a whisper. She had killed her mother. Her foreign mother from across the Narrow Sea died in a strange land because of her. She lives while her mother died. And all she has to remember her by are her own deep violet eyes and sleek dark hair every time she looks into a mirror. Eyes and hair that she stole from her dead mother. Eyes and hair that all the children in Sunspear stared at her for. The only reason why she wasn't bullied during her childhood was because she was a princess and her father was Ruling Prince of Dorne.

Destiny grabbed at her head and clawed and it, wanting to tear out the hair that made her so different from the rest of her family. Tears streamed down her face. She was more upset with herself than at Jaime Lannister. She knew what she was. She was her father and mother's daughter. She could not change that. She would not change that. But, why did it still bother her every time? Was it because a Lannister was making fun of her?

She kneeled there for much longer. She closed her eyes trying to imagine the mother she did not know. What did she look like? Destiny obviously shared her mother's eyes and hair, but what about the rest of her mother's features? Was her mother's skin dark like hers, or was it pale like the Northerners? Was her body petite and shapely like hers, or was it slender and tall like the girls from Highgarden? The tighter she shut her eyes, the more desperate she felt.

"My princess," Ser Isaac's soft voice called behind her.

She did not hear his footsteps for she was so deep within her thoughts. She turned around to face him, still kneeling on the ground. She looked up to see his face full of worry.

Ser Isaac walked closer to her and bent down to meet her at the same level. He took a hold of her shoulders and gently pulled her up to her feet.

His dark brown eyes locked onto her deep violet eyes, "Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken," he told her.

Destiny understood, "Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken," she replied.

She would not allow one little lion to cause her to react this way. She was Destiny of House Martell, Princess of Dorne.

Together, Ser Isaac helped Destiny back towards the main hall to the feast. When she reached to their table, she saw her father and uncle were at the table, along with Ser Alistair and Ellaria Sand, her uncle's paramour. Oberyn and Ellaria were probably on their twelfth cup of wine as they were becoming very touchy with each other. Her father and Alistair were in a deep conversation about a few lords from the Riverruns.

As Isaac was walking away, she called out for him, "Please, sit with us," she smiled and gestured him back. "Thank you for comforting me earlier."

Isaac sat next to her and pour himself a cup of wine. It had been a while since he enjoyed his princess' company. She was quite busy entertaining different lords and ladies of the court that they hardly had time to meet. It was nice seeing her tonight as she looked so beautiful. She truly stood out from the rest of the people in the room. Screw Jaime Lannister, he thought. How could he insult a beauty as remarkable as Destiny Martell. It is true, her dark, sleek hair and deep violet eyes stood out, but it only made her more beautiful than she already was.

Destiny looked up to the high table only to see half the royal family gone. Tommen and Myrcella must have gone to bed once supper was finished. Tyrion and Sansa must have retreated to their rooms after being terrorized by the King for the entire night. The Kingslayer was there though. He was seated next to his twin sister, Cersei Lannister. No wonder the Kingslayer thought she was ugly, as he had such a beauty for a sister.

Although the Queen Mother was past her prime, Cersei Lannister was still more beautiful than half of the women in the Seven Kingdoms. Her soft golden curls cascaded down her chest and her sweet smile and gentle eyes watched as her first-born son, King Joffrey danced with Margaery Tyrell. This was the nicest and calmest I've ever seen Cersei, Destiny thought.

However, Jaime was looking straight right pissed off next to his serene sister. The Kingslayer had a scowl on his face. Kingslayer? She was a bit shocked that she seemed to refer to him by this name several times tonight. Just then, Jaime's light green eyes met Destiny's, and he seemed even more angry than moments ago. She peeled her eyes away only to realize someone had else arrived at their table.

"Lord Tywin," Destiny faked a sweet smile.

"Lannister..." Oberyn hissed.

Tywin smiled back at Oberyn and the rest of the table. As Prince Doran was getting ready to pour Tywin a cup of the Dornish red, he waved his hand to politely refuse.

"Actually, I wanted a dance with Princess Destiny, if I may," Lord Tywin requested.

Destiny was shocked, but quickly concealed this. She had never even spoken more than two words to Tywin Lannister, let alone even touch his hand, now she was supposed to dance with him? Destiny glanced to her father and he gave her a slight nod.

"Of course, my lord," Destiny said with another fake smile and rose to follow Tywin Lannister, the King's Hand, to the dance floor.

As they approached Joffrey and Margaery on the dance floor, Tywin pulled Destiny close to his chest. Her breasts slightly grazed against his coat. She felt the coldness of his brooch briefly touch her nipple. The brooch was a golden lion. Tywin swung her around and they started to dance.

He was a decent dancer for an old man, Destiny thought. He had rhythm even if he didn't have any passion. It was more like a graceful movement. She followed his steps and matched his pace. The song eventually turned to a slow one and he grabbed her closer once more and they swayed together.

"So, my princess... do you hate all Lannisters too?" Lord Tywin asked suddenly and directly.

He must have heard about the incident with the Kingslayer earlier, Destiny thought. "No... my lord. I want peace, just like my father," Destiny stated, which was true.

"Well, if you want peace, then you shall have it. I have suggested to Prince Doran for you to marry my son. We can join our Houses and finally end this long-lasting feud."

Destiny was speechless, "But..."

"Your father has already approved," Tywin followed up quickly.

"He would have told me," Destiny whispered in disbelief.

"Yes, yes. He was going to tell you, until you blew up on Jaime. He didn't want to further upset you tonight, but I don't give a damn. You need to know."

"When can I meet him?" Destiny asked just to avoid any awkwardness until she could settle the matter with her father alone.

"What do you ever mean, child?"

"The other secret Lannister sibling. I have yet to see him at the Capitol if he even exists. He must be arriving for the wedding any day now, then?"

"You know I only have two sons. You are to be betrothed to my eldest, Ser Jaime," Tywin stated simply.

"But... but... Jaime is in the King's Guard! He can't!" Destiny retorted.

"As you can see, he only has one hand. He has no use protecting the king. He will renounce his vows, marry you, and you two will be the lord and lady of Casterly Rock and bear me heirs," he said simply.

Destiny had stopped dancing. She looked up and saw the Kingslayer was staring at her and Tywin dancing with rage.

**Author's Comments: What do you all think so far? Any suggestions?

Destiny Martell is supposed to look every bit a sexy Dornish woman, except for her jet black, sleek hair and deep violet eyes. You can look up the actress, Jessica Gomes, and imagine her with much darker hair and purple eyes.

What do you think of peace finally coming to House Lannister and Martell? **