Chapter Six
Believe, Achieve, Succeed
-Motto of House Black
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Alya can't stop the satisfied sigh that left her lips as she plopped exhaustedly on the soft bed inside her ship. She had barely able to take a breath of relief once more when she felt something immediately enter her sex making her groan as the skilled hands of Ellaria Sand once more moved inside her. It didn't help that a rough hand immediately spooned her waist and the hot breathe of the Red Viper of Dorne breezed through her once more slowly hardening nubs on her chest.
"You two are so insatiable, you know that?" moaned Alya as Ellaria draped her own body atop hers, their breasts pressed over one another as Oberyn's hand that had travelled to mold her left teat are sandwiched between the two teasing their nipples.
"What can I say, you really are easy to please," the smug answer of Oberyn as he watched his Paramour trying her best to devour the entirety of the black-haired angel's lips even as her hand did wonders on the golden crevice between her legs. Biting his lip at the slightly glazed expression that the Princess of Arnor now bore as Ellaria shifted her attentions on the globes of the beautiful woman, Oberyn wasted no time adding his own fingers to that of Ellaria eliciting something between a squeak or a moan from the beauty beneath them literally causing her eyes to roll at the top of her head as she reached her completion.
"Oh you're so easy to please, Princess," teased Oberyn letting Ellaria lick his finger clean off Alya's juices who is panting like a tired virgin on her first time looking incredulously at his words. "For someone so beautiful that you could turn every head from Westeros to you, you're surprisingly very sensitive,"
How the three of them got into each other's beds, Oberyn doesn't know. All he remembered is after Alya's performance there is food, a lot of getting to know other people and dignitaries, the feast getting rowdier after lords got a little drunk now, he and Alya facing each other on a drinking game that both of them refused to give up until the Sealord himself intervened for them to stop before any of them fainted. Apparently they continued the challenge of outdoing each other Alya's quarters on her ship and Ellaria joined soon. And that's why they are here now.
"And I suppose this is how you two normally start your days?" asked a ruffled looking Alya sitting up on the large bed pulling the covers unto her chest making Ellaria pout who only went back to her nap now satisfied at making the Princess of Arnor squirm.
"Oh trust me, I could do a lot more if I want to give you a proper good morning if I want to," grinned Oberyn cheekily taking three glasses at the bedside table before filling it with Arbor gold that Alya's men managed to trade from Braavos.
Handing one to Alya and the other to his soon-to-be-paramour, he immediately made himself comfortable beside her, not caring the least about his nudity. Alya only raised an eyebrow at how carefree he is even as Ellaria now climbed at his lap to lay her head comfortably at his chest as nude as the day she was born.
"What?" Oberyn only asked innocently making said eyebrows of the princess rise even higher. "We at Dorne aren't too reserved like most. Or is it do you want to join? I'm sure Ellaria and I could make you scream at the next round,"
"I'd rather not," snorted Alya standing up making Oberyn glance at the magnificent backside of the princess before it was covered with her shifts and morning robes making him pout.
"Shame that the magnificent view is now covered,"
"Don't let Imrahil hear you saying that. He'll either cut off your eyes or your tongue for that comment," warned Alya despite saying it playfully.
"That protective huh?" Oberyn grimaced as he watched Alya drain her cup, placing it on the table before looking at him and Ellaria still looking so comfortable at Alya's bed.
"Yep, he views me as a little sister, so fair warning Oberyn, be ready when you get out of here and soon. I have something to show you in a few minutes. Trust me; you'll be glad if you won't miss it," and with that parting words, the princess of Arnor headed out making sure to wash her face and her hands on a basin before leaving through the door.
"What do you say love? Can we do it in five minutes before we follow her?" asked Oberyn at her paramour who only opened one eye in interest. "She did say we should follow her after all,"
"Three and I'll finish you off," answered Ellaria even as Oberyn felt her hands once more going south.
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Prince Imrahil watched with amused eyes as her sister-in-all-but-blood appeared out of the small tent which served as the bridge of the Swan ship that is sailing lazily over the waters that would have made other sailors green with envy. He didn't fail to notice the slight limp that she is supporting nor the slightly pungent order following her around as she stood by his side smelling the sweet scent of the sea. Like all Arnorians, Alya enjoyed the smell of the waters. Every Arnorian no matter what the trade had the skill to sail and share the same love of the sea like their countrymen.
"Quite a busy night I see," commented Imrahil as Alya took the flagon of wine from a passing servant taking a deep drink from it. It's not the first time that he had been there to witness the princess' trysts. And he's also privy with her fascination of the fairer sex more than the correct ones she's supposed to be fascinated at.
"Oh shut it you. What happened while I was err…drunk and busy? And why in Eru's name are we sailing on open sea?!" asked Alya suddenly supporting a face close to near panic now as her senses got itself in order to notice that they're no longer in Braavos but in the waters overlooking the Braavosi Coastlands heading south.
"And why is there a ship bearing the banners of Dorne following us?" Alya continued her tirade not noticing the amused expression that Imrahil supported as she pointed at a ship in full sails, epicly failing on catching up to them despite the four fleeting Swan ships having one square sail compared to the three triangle styled ones of the Dornish ship.
"We've left Braavos already as you can see. I had to make the call, the men are finished up with their trading and we have collected the money and goods we earned, and even the Iron Bank is gracious enough to exchange our currency to one of that can be used everywhere. We're a little tight on schedule if we're going to Mithrim and I had to do the farewells at your place. I'm a prince, so nobody made that much of a fuss. The Sealord is even amused at how fast the Red Viper managed to get on your bed earning you a slot on his conquered women. A lot of boys are broken-hearted that night," explained Imrahil in amusement. "And as to why that Dornish ship is following us. It belonged to your bedmate and his…para-para,"
"Paramour," corrected Alya looking at the Dornish ship struggling to keep up with them. "Is it just me or are they struggling to keep up with us?" asked the princess earning a snort from Imrahil.
"Struggling of course, they wanted to test their mettle with us and they slightly….laughed that our ship design is too simplistic for their tastes and they didn't believe me when I told them that this white ship of ours can run circles over theirs,"
Alya only blinked muttering a small "I see," as she watched the ship in full sails trying to keep up with the quarter-open sail of the Swan ship. "And do they know where we are going?"
"For now, no," answered Imrahil. "But they are willing to sail with us until Prince Oberyn awaked finally at least and get their orders from him. I have explained the reasons for his and yours absence and they are willing to wait it out while traveling with us,"
"Okay, that is good news. Where's Selena and Athena?" asked Alya looking around for the two most noticeable members of their little expedition.
"Well they're currently hunting. They love the fish here on this part of the sea. But it's been an hour, I'm sure they're coming back alrea-,"
"Hello there!" Imrahil turned to look at a very satisfied looking Prince of Dorne walking side by side with Ellaria, his paramour. "Prince Imrahil," he bowed once in greetings making the lord of Dol Amroth return the favor. "You're looking particularly festtiii-AAAAHHHHHH!"
Everybody winced as the so-called Red Viper of Dorne and one of the most fearless men on this part of the world shrieked like a little lady alongside his paramour as two talons lifted them into the sky without warning, gaining attitude in a few flaps…and tossing them once more making the two scream like banshees as they freefall into open air only for another set of talons to grab them before repeating the process once more.
"Do you think that Dorne would declare war on us for this?" asked Alya watching the scene of the two Dornish being thrown around like paper by the Gryphons.
"Yes, no, maybe… We better send an owl for your father to marshal our forces just to be sure," nodded Imrahil as one particular high acrobatic throw caused Oberyn to reigurtitate the wine he must have drunk this morning into open waters down below.
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Interestingly Oberyn took the experience in good humor and to add it only on his list as one of the bizarre experiences he had the luck to encounter in his years of adventure. Ellaria is on the same mind as he is, though it took an hour of session in the bed with Alya doing "pleasant things" with her that finally calmed the half-terrified Dornish woman. Now the five ships watch as they finally reached their destination, the docks of Mithrim where a small company of people is waiting for them on the small village.
"You know I never thought that I would one day go here you know," confessed Oberyn standing side by side with Imrahil and Alya while Ellaria remain at his arms that are encircling her waist. "The Edain has never been one to welcome strangers and despite many of the Free Cities are happy that they're occupying nearly half of Andalos as their own, they are still wary of them,"
"Reminds them too much of the Dothraki?" Alya asked.
"Yes,"
Despite herself, Alya can't help but snort at the comparison. Ironically, both the Dothraki and the Edain call themselves the Horse Lords, both people had many horses and fortunately that is where the comparison ends. Unlike the Dothraki who eat horse's meat, drink mare's milk, treat their horses simply as animals and live out their ways as barbarians. The Edain is their opposite. Like the savages, they rode horses too but unlike them, they are an orderly people and civilized despite their humble lifestyle of living. But what's important is they live up to their titles as Horse-Lords. The Edai treat their horses as one of their kin and it is rare to see an Edain, even the poorest without a horse for every person of them. They abhorred everything that the Dothraki represent and that caused a lot of friction between the two powerful people and would cause them to clash every now and then. The Dothraki had the numbers but the Edain knew how to forge scale armor and with the aid of the Arnorians on their isolation, armed them well that the Dothraki very seldom challenged them on the green plains of Andalos.
"So what can you tell me about them your Grace?" Oberyn asked not willing to risk rushing in once more without thinking. He learned that lesson the hard way when the Gryphon that had interested him so much, he taunted with fish for fun and nearly got his arm ripped off by its claws. Despite Alya's reassurances about the Edain, Oberyn can't help but feel wary about them. The term "horse-lord" after all is something to be feared greatly on this part of the world and heralded trouble instead of comfort in most accounts.
"What do you want to know?" asked Alya knowing very well the Prince of Dorne's reasons. If it had been anything less honest, she would never have acquiesced on telling him anything at all. The Edain after all is Arnor's only current military ally despite the two being so far away from each other.
"Well anything that can help me at all," shrugged the Red Viper with his Paramour leaning unto his shoulder listening on his every word. "I don't want to accidentally shit on some rock that might be sacred and get my head lopped off. I quite prefer it where it is right now. Tell me my friend, what do you know of these horse-lords?"
"Fine," answered Alya recalling everything that she heard about his father pertaining the Edain. "My father had been among them before even the kingdom of Arnor was found. According to him at least, they are proud and willful, but they are true-hearted, generous in thought and deed; bold but not cruel; wise but unlearned, writing no books but singing many songs after the manner of the children of Men in the Dark Years before civilization came into being. But I admit, I do not truly know much about their minds, especially what has happened here of late with the countless battles they had against the savage Dothraki. They have long been my people's friends, killing slave masters and hunters of peddlers of flesh and they are our informants in our period of isolation. It was in forgotten years long ago that their ancestor, Hurin the Tall brought them out of theNorth from the Hills of Norvos and their kinship is more with the Wildlings of Westeros, just a lot more…refined,"
Oberyn only blinked at her explanation a little unbelieving and confused. "I see,"
To her credit, Alya only laughed patting Oberyn at the back.
"Don't worry Oberyn, they're civilized people. We Arnorians held ourselves with a little bit more of class after all and my father would never have been friends with them if they are savages like the Dothraki are. In fact there's a song about them in Arnor,"
"You made songs about them?"
"Oh yes we do," the black-haired Princess answered with a smile. "And they're quite good too for the ears,"
Before the Prince of Dorne could ask his next set of questions, the princess of Arnor once more sung openly out loud.
Where now the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harp string, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning?
Or behold the flowing years of the Sea returning?
Like usual, Oberyn is entranced by Alya's beautiful voice as his soul thrummed alongside her tune. Unlike the song she sang on Braavos that gives hope thanks to the theme that she sang. However right now, the song resonated sadness, mourning, struggle and above all, the strength of men that held on even against the worst of circumstances, the strength that he see now on the approaching green land that had held on against invaders, slavers and many more that wanted to conquer it. The strength that gives birth to the pillar that held this land together with everyone against them,…..hope.
"We're almost there," the voice of Alya brought Oberyn back to his senses as he now realized that they are almost at the harbor ends with a couple of golden haired men catching the ropes that the sailors of the Swan ship he is riding threw. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts from the entrancing spell on the voice of the Princess of Arnor, Oberyn waited for the docking to be finished with Ellaria standing beside him.
As he waited for the lines to be tied, Oberyn can't help but glance at his newly found friend standing far off with her own people and laughing alongside them. He can't help but be marveled at her. In this world, it is mostly patriarchal with the men being lifted high compared to women. Even in Dorne where the rules of succession are more practical and the view on women is at least a little better compared to the rest of the world, men are still looked as something higher than the females. To see a woman now leading her men as if it is natural as breathing to her, Oberyn is amazed. He had after all been taught with high standard when he's younger being a prince of Dorne and he is aware enough of the world to know that there are only two ways people will follow a ruler. Either he's feared or he's loved. And based on his own good judgement on the view he is seeing today, there is no sign of fear but love and respect for the Princess of Arnor. He made a mental note to travel back to Sunspear and inform his brother of this amazing person once his vacation here in Mithrim is done. It is rare to find a person with such a good skill on leadership and inspiration and rarer to be found on women. He just hoped that Doran isn't married yet by the time he gets back home. He'll be missing a fine wife and partner if he does.
Smiling with all teeth shown, Oberyn linked his arms with Ellaria as he strode alongside Alya and her guards to meet with the representative of Mithrim who had at least fifty guards with green capes and spears each wearing scale armors and looking none too friendly despite Alya showing them her sigil of Arnor. For some reason Oberyn isn't worried despite the mistrusting glares being sent his way.
How could he if those two oversized birds are right above them only waiting for trouble to be given an excuse to pounce?
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So that's that. Another chapter done. Please Review. Give me your opinions guys and predicted scenes. It could help me revise the story in my head. I haven't fully planned this story out yet after all. I value your opinions.
-Seriously readers. You don't know the reason why Alya sang "The Seven as One". Think, come on. Its so easy. Use your brains. Exercise the most perfect muscle of all.
-Guys the religion on Dorne is that of the Faith. I checked on the wiki of GOT.
-No, Alya is not Mary Sue. She's just outrageously beautiful. Oh, did I ever mention that she's the one on the cover of the story?
-Next chapter would be meh…Im still thinkin about it.
-Yes there are Gryphons in Arnor. I mentioned that in Chapter 2 dinnit? Before anyone blows a gasket because of it, come on. There are dragons in GOT, surely Arnor breeding Gryphons won't be that much of a difference.
PS: Shall I add Oberyn Martell and Doran Martell as Alya's possible marriage candidates?