Chapter X.
Author's Note- Thanks for the reviews, as always I appreciate it. Jon and Dany go and treat with the Tyrell's as things begin to fall into place.
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Since the arrival of Lord Stark and his army, triumphant after their victory over the forces of Lord Tywin Lannister himself; Riverrun had been virtually overflowing with guests. News of the Targaryen-Stark victories was quickly flooding out all through the rest of the kingdoms as the story of Rhaenys' survival and Jon's existence and marriage to Daenerys spread. Jon had welcomed his Uncle back with a crushing embrace, relieved that the man who would forever be regarded as 'father' to the King, had returned victoriously; but most importantly to Jon, safely. The number of prisoners was staggering. His Uncle Ned had left five of the ten thousand Lannister men under guard at Harrenhal. For the time being, the rest would be held at various garrison's throughout the Riverlands. They had already sent the ten thousand captured from Ser Jaime's host to Moat Cailin. He hoped in time that some of them could be persuaded to fight for him.
The next evening after his Uncle had rested from his long ride and battle, Jon and Dany had a special feast prepared. That night they would be surprising quite a few people with two new royal decrees that he hoped to use to not only honour his mother's family, but also make them more appealing to the Tyrell's. They had spent a long grueling day in conference, discussing the next moves that should be made. Jon had declared that he would go himself to treat with the Tyrells at Bitterbridge. They had been sending letters back and forth, negotiating for the Tyrell's alliance, and Jon decided after their two overwhelming victories that they were in a strong enough position to conclude the deal. He was just waiting for more information. His sister and Robb would be going as well. He truly hoped Willas Tyrell would appeal to Rhaenys as he would not force her to wed. It would however be of great help. The same went for Robb and Margaery Tyrell. After a splendid feast with many Northern, River, and Vale lords in attendance; Jon stood from his place on the raised dais in Riverrun's great hall.
"Good Evening, My Lords and Ladies." Jon stated in his 'kingly' voice as Dany had taken to calling it.
"We have a great many things to celebrate this night. Our forces have returned victorious against the Lannister forces that would see us brought down low."
"We have shown the Old Lion that the Lannisters are not the only one's who pay their debts. Almost sixteen years ago, the lions thought they had won. They thought they had brought the dragon down low. So low in fact, that he would never be able to rise again! Or so they thought. They dared to bring down the Rains of Castamere on to Our family. I will not argue that my grandfather was a good man; as it is a fact that he did burn my other grandfather and kill my uncle. But, my brother, and a girl they thought to be my sister, and their mother, were innocent. They did nothing to anyone, and Tywin Lannister and his dogs dared to shed their blood. They have already had a taste of the fate that awaits them. They will soon find out that you cannot shed the blood of the dragon with impunity. In this very keep, we have the mad beast; the false knight Gregor Clegane, the Mountain that Rides, in Chains!" Jon said passionately. At this those gathered broke into loud cheers that the dog would finally be brought to justice.
"It is my hope that with the conclusion of this war, that the people of Westeros will remember something I think has begun to be forgotten. Whether we are of the North, the Vale, the Riverlands, from the sands of Dorne, to the mines of the West; we all share this Island. We are all Westerosi. I might be the blood of Old Valyria and the blood of the First Men more than some; but first and foremost I a man of Westeros. My family united the Seven Kingdoms as one, and I will see that bond restored. Trade will flow unhindered by divisional disputes, and aid will be given when it is needed. The Iron Throne will no longer look to see just what it can take from the lifesblood of the very people it claims to rule, but what it can give; something that those that sit in my family's place have long forgotten. Their is rot festering in the Red Keep. It must be purged and the foundations repaired. Only by this will the people of Westeros as a whole prosper as they once did."
"Tonight I have two decrees that shall be put into law immediately. The first concerns the status of my sister the Princess Rhaenys Targaryen. For the love We bear her, I bestow upon her the title of Princess Royal of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. This is the title that every eldest daughter of the Head of House Targaryen shall bear. As the eldest daughter of my late father Crown Prince Rhaegar, she and her heirs shall come directly after Our own heirs in the line of succession and regardless of husband, her children shall bear the title of Prince or Princess of the Seven Kingdoms for the duration of their lives. This is applicable to all future daughters of the Head of House Targaryen." Jon finished in explanation.
This received a polite round of applause even if some of the lords gathered were somewhat confused as to the true reason for Jon's raising of his sister's future children's status thus. While it was certainly not as advanced as the rule of gender equality in matters of inheritance that could be found in Dorne, it was a large change by the standards of the rest of Westeros.
Rhaenys approached her brother and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek in thanks for him securing her future as well as effectively displacing Prince Viserys in the line of succession.
"Next, as a means of expressing Our gratitude and thanks to Our Uncle and the entire House of Stark, We do from this day forth elevate him in rank from Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North to Sovereign Prince of the North and Winterfell. From now on and in-perpetuity let him be known as Prince Eddard of House Stark, Sovereign Prince of the North and Winterfell. His lady wife shall be styled as Catelyn, Princess of the North and Winterfell. Their brave and honourable eldest son and heir shall be known as the Prince of Moat Cailin until such time as the Old gods call upon Our August Uncle. Let it also be known that their younger sons and daughters shall be known and styled as Princes and Princesses of Winterfell." Jon proclaimed.
He looked over to a highly disgruntled Arya, who looked not at all happy that she would now be known as a princess.
"Whether they like it or not," Jon told them as he flashed a smirk at Arya, to the general amusement of everyone else.
This was received with rapturous amounts of applause from many, especially the Northern lords who were gladdened to see their honourable lord elevated to something approaching the dignity of the old Kings of Winter while still remaining part of the Seven Kingdoms.
Jon sat back down to the table and reached for Dany's hand. She gave his hand a tight squeeze; she knew how difficult he found it to try and give speeches and address the public. While he had come out of his shell to a large degree since leaving Winterfell, he was still rather shy and reticent by nature. It was one of the many traits of Jon's that she loved about him.
Hidden amongst the guests was a man on a mission. He had come to Riverrun, bypassing the many and various hosts of men at war to discover the truth of a matter close to his heart. When his brother had received the letter from a young man claiming to be the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark, they had both been somewhat skeptical. Especially concerning the fact that he claimed to be in the company of his half-sister; their long thought to be dead niece Rhaenys. They were going to merely ignore the letter, and continue on with their own plans for revenge by way of using Viserys to wed his brother's daughter Arianne. However, when they received a letter from the Spider; they thought that perhaps they should investigate and discover the truth of the matter.
So it was, that Prince Oberyn Nymeros Martell of Dorne found himself traveling with a few guards and companions through the Reach and the war-torn Riverlands to the Tully seat at Riverrun. He would admit to himself that as they traveled and learned more and more of what was going on in the Seven Kingdoms, Oberyn found himself growing more curious by the day. The small folk they encountered were all abuzz with excitement; they were sure that the son of their Silver Prince was going to destroy their Lannister overlords who had brought them nothing but grief for years now as they bled the kingdoms dry. He heard fantastical stories that the boy, his Queen, and his sister all had their own dragons. 'Would that that were true', Oberyn thought.
Then he learned of the victories the boy's armies were having. They heard tell that he captured the Kingslayer himself. He had divided his army in half and destroyed the Lannister siege of Riverrun, with the boy fighting right along side his men and earning their respect. Then he heard something that brought him even greater pause. The boy's uncle and somebody claiming to be Ser Gerold Hightower had annihilated the forces of Lord Tywin Lannister himself. The Vale had flanked the Lannisters during the battle and swore their allegiance to the Targaryens supposedly on the command of the late Jon Arryn himself. Not only that, but they captured the Mountain That Rides; the mad beast that violated and murdered his sweet sister and her baby boy. Oberyn would have traveled this far and more, would have pledged the full support of Dorne even; just for the chance to bring that beast back to Dorne.
When he arrived at Riverrun, he had spoken first with Lord Edmure Tully, with whom he had always had a cordial relationship. He had asked the man for permission to attend the feast that night as a common guest so as to observe the woman claiming to be his niece. The Tully lord was apparently so confident in his belief that the girl was genuine, that he granted his request with no complaint- whatever Oberyn felt he needed to do to learn the truth was fine by him as he knew the Princess was genuine.
However, nothing could have prepared him for the shock he was in upon looking up at the high table. The girl looked so much like a grown-up version of the niece he remembered as to steal his breath away. She looked so very much like his sister Elia. Her eyes however, were all Rhaegar's. Eyes, he noted, that were the exact same shade of violet as her half-brother's the King. From that alone, he knew the girl was truly his niece. That was not his only shock though. There, sitting right next to his niece, was Lyanna Stark herself. The boy's mother, and the one reported to have raised his niece in secret; along with the woman next to her who could be no one other than the famous Dornish beauty the Lady Ashara Dayne. Looking at his niece and her brother there could be no mistaking them as anything other than siblings even if they had different mothers. While he had long been accustomed to blaming the She-Wolf as partly responsible for his sister's death, if she had been entrusted with his nieces upbringing and safety by Elia herself, and had raised her with love and happiness, then he would let go of some of his bitterness. His niece certainly appeared to be at ease and fond of the woman.
Standing at attention directly behind them, were even more ghosts from the past. There was the Sword of the Morning, Ser Arthur Dayne. He knew Ser Arthur well, and had once upon a time been good friends of the man. Next to him was Ser Oswell Whent. He was further surprised to see Ser Barristan Selmy standing there. He must have fled from the Usurper's side when he learned of this groups survival. The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Gerold Hightower, was eating at the table seated next to Lord Stark.
Oberyn listened as the boy made his speech about the victories they had just won. Oberyn had long been a keen observer of people and liked to think himself able to discern the truth of a man better than most. It was easy for Oberyn to tell he was uncomfortable speaking to such a large audience and that such things did not come naturally to him. He doubted many others could sense that though, as the boy had a quiet and powerful way with words that almost forced the listener to hear and understand his meaning. This boy well understood the problems of the realm as a whole, that much was clear. Oberyn did not doubt that he also meant every word he said, and would see to it that the realm was restored to the way it once was; whether some people liked it or not. He was shocked when he presented a new edict concerning his sister and other female royals in the future. Not many men north of the Red Mountains thought in ways similar that this boy undoubtedly did. Oberyn could easily tell by the way he looked and spoke to his sister that he loved her dearly; and in the proper way a brother should, not the 'Targaryen' way. That, more than anything meant a great deal to Oberyn, as he knew it would to Doran as well. He had just guaranteed his sister's position regardless of whom she married, as well as ensured her children would enjoy a similar status.
He also found it interesting to note that he had completely displaced his Uncle Viserys in the line of succession in favour of his sister. Oberyn had heard rumors of Viserys growing more and more unstable. He had considered it a total act of lunacy when the man tried to sell his own sister to some Dothraki horse lord. Who does that to their own sibling? He knew that his sister was already betrothed to his nephew Quentyn Martell; though the girl knew nothing of that. He certainly could not blame young Daenerys from escaping such a fate. From the way he watched the young King reach for his little wife's hand and the looks they shared, he could tell they were truly in love with one another. She had certainly done much better for herself, that was for sure.
The announcement of the Stark's rise in status was a bit of a shock, but he could well understand the manifold of reasons. They had raised and protected these hidden dragons and did undoubtedly earn their reward. This would go over well in the North, and he suspected the Stark's rise in status was also done in an effort to make them more appealing to the Tyrell's who would most certainly have a price for their loyalty.
Doran and he had discussed the remote possibility that everything they were being told was true when they received the Spider's letter. If by some miracle, it was all the truth, Doran had given him leave to negotiate an alliance. He knew he would be doing so now. They would be able to know Elia's daughter again, as well as get their revenge. They already even had the Mountain ready and waiting. Doran wanted some marriages out of the deal as well. The young King was obviously unavailable, but others were free. Perhaps that pretty little auburn haired girl for Trystane. He had a feeling his niece may well be needed to marry his friend Willas to seal that alliance. He just hoped his scheming grandmother would do nothing to endanger the young king, because for all that he was not his half-brother Aegon, Oberyn had a feeling he could be great.
When the dinner was over, Oberyn stood and walked towards the dais. He could see recognition flashing through many of their eyes as he approached, but he only had eyes for his niece. Rhaenys looked up from where she was talking to her brother and his Queen. She saw him approach and moved to turn away, before her head snapped back in his direction. She stared at him intently as he moved closer, looking as if she was trying to work something out. Oberyn could tell the moment when light of recognition entered her violet eyes as they widened.
Lord Edmure Tully came over to introduce them.
"My Princess, Your Graces, allow me to introduce to you..." he began before Rhaenys interrupted him.
"Prince Oberyn Nymeros Martell of Dorne. Brother of Prince Doran, and of the Princess Elia, my mother." Rhaenys finished for him.
"Welcome Uncle. You are most welcome here. I have longed to meet my mother's family," she told him.
Oberyn was just staring at her, taking in every detail of her up close. Eventually he spoke.
"You look so like your mother," He told her.
"I can hardly believe this is real. That you are truly here. Do you remember the last time we saw each other?" He asked. She might not, she was not quite even four name days at the time.
Rhaenys closed her eyes and thought back to the past. She was so young that many things were a blur to her, but she did remember quite a few things from before the Usurper's Rebellion. Like the light at the end of a tunnel, she remembered her mother had received a visit from her brother Oberyn. He had come to bring them to Dorne if she remembered right; but her mad grandfather would not let them leave. That was when her mother came up with the plan to switch her with a commoner and send her to Lyanna.
Her eyes opened.
"Yes, Uncle. I remember. You had come to see us. You wanted to bring Mother and me and Aegon home to Dorne with you; but Grandfather would not allow it. There was no way for us all to leave without him knowing and stopping us. After you went back to Dorne, that is when she found a girl that resembled me, and sent me to stay with Lya at the Tower," she told him.
He saw Rhaenys get up and walk around the table towards him as he stood there rooted in place. She wrapped her arms around him embraced her in a fierce embrace. In that moment, a small part of his soul was healed from the damage Elia's loss had left within him.
He saw the young King walk over with Daenerys towards them. He graced his sister with a beaming smile and was obviously happy his sister had reconnected with another part of her lost family.
"Prince Oberyn, I am the Princess Rhaeny's brother Jaehaerys, or Jon as everyone calls me. This is my wife Queen Daenerys. You are most welcome to Riverrun and anything I can do to make your stay more agreeable, do not hesitate to ask. I shall make sure rooms are prepared for you and your party My Prince," the King told him courteously.
"I thank you, Your Grace. Your hospitality is most appreciated," he told younger man. If they were surprised by his acknowledgment of his status they showed no sign of it. Oberyn had to admit, up close the young King and Queen made a most strikingly handsome pair. Queen Daenerys's beauty easily outshone near any other woman in her presence. She looked very much like her mother, the late Queen Rhaella. Her husband was almost equally attractive in his own way. Though he heavily resembled his mother, if you knew what to look for, you could easily see many similarities to the Silver Prince; and he had been one of the best looking men Oberyn had ever laid eyes on. Yes, they made a most striking pair indeed.
"Sister, Prince Oberyn, we shall leave you two to get re-acquainted with one another. I'm sure my sister can answer any questions you may have My Prince. Ser Arthur and the Lady Ashara shall also be at your disposal. I shall leave you two to your evening and see you both on the morrow, Sister, My Prince," the King said with a bow of his head to both him and Rhaenys.
"I thank you Your Grace , My Queen," he told replied in farewell. He also kissed the back of Daenerys's hand and gave her a devilish smile that caused her to blush a delectable shade of pink. They left the hall and Ser Arthur Dayne and the Lady Ashara walked over to join him and his niece. Perhaps now he could find out everything he was still unclear or unaware of. One thing he knew for absolute certainty was that he would see to it that Dorne would be supporting this young King and with that, their revenge would be so much sweeter.
After leaving the hall after the surprising revelation of Prince Oberyn being amongst them, Jon and Dany went to make sure that he and his party would be seen to. He was slightly miffed that Lord Edmure had not seen fit to inform him of the Prince's arrival, but he understood his desire to observe them first from a distance as they were unknown quantities to him. He must have approved of whatever he had seen. He was worried the Dornish may have been ill disposed towards his Mother, but he had seen nothing but courtesy from the Prince and was therefore somewhat reassured.
He sat down that night with Dany snuggled into his side. He could stay like this forever. If only the world were just the two of them somewhere away from the Game of Thrones. That could not be, so he would take what time alone they had.
"What did you think of Prince Oberyn, Dany?" He asked his beloved.
"Well, he's certainly an interesting gentleman, I'll give him that. I think the rumors about him certainly hold some truth as I couldn't help but notice he certainly seemed to like the look of the both of us," she said with a giggle.
Jon groaned.
"Aye, I noticed," Jon said as he blushed red, which just prompted Dany to laugh even more.
"Do not worry, My Love. I shall protect your virtue from any scandalous Dornish princes," Dany told him.
"Protect my virtue will you? Well, I'll just have to offer my self up to you protection my fair lady wife," Jon told her as he proceeded to tickle her mercilessly.
That however soon ended when she reversed their positions and was now on top of him and brought her full pink lips to his throat and began to kiss her young husband until he was quite truly under her total and complete control, just as she liked him. As they made love Dany worried about how much longer she would be able to hide it. She had missed her moon's blood for the fourth month in a row and knew she would begin showing any day now. She was so joyously happy knowing she was carrying her beloveds child within her. She did not know why, but she was certain she was carrying a future prince within her. She dreamed of their child in the night. Sometimes he was the mirror image of his father Jon, and sometimes he looked more like her. Given their bloodlines, she was certain their child would look very much a Targaryen.
She was worried to though. Not necessarily for herself or even the child she was carrying. No, she was worried for other reasons. Regardless of how well things were going with the war for them, she was afraid once Jon knew she was carrying his child he would become too over-protective and insist that she go somewhere safer. However, Dany was not the same girl that Varys had helped escape from her controlling and unstable brother. In the near year since she had returned to her homeland, Dany had grown a great deal as a person and a woman. She did not shy away from danger, and she was not afraid of 'waking the dragon' any longer. She would remain by Jon's side through everything, whether he liked it or not. A pretty young girl, she may appear; but she was a dragon too. And a dragon feared no one and nothing. She knew she must tell him soon, and she would. She would tell him tomorrow. For now though, she would take what she wanted from her young husband once more before the night was ended. She did so love the devotion he showed her; for she loved him just as fiercely.
The next day dawned bright and clear over the Tully ancestral seat of Riverrun. After they all shared morning greetings the interconnected group of nobles and royals broke their fast and got ready to begin their day. Jon had called for a council meeting to discuss terms with Prince Oberyn as well as respond to a message they had received from the Tyrells last night. Once everyone was gathered and seated in Lord Hoster's solar, Prince Oberyn asked to speak.
"Good Morning Your Graces, My Lords and Ladies," he said in greeting.
"Before I discuss the terms Dorne is willing to offer, I would like to take a moment to thank some people."
"While my brother Prince Doran and I would have dearly liked to have known that our dear niece survived, I understand the need for secrecy. If anyone had found out and leaked the information to the Usurper or the Lannisters, my niece and the rest of them would most assuredly have been in grave danger." He told them.
"Lord Stark, I understand the risk you took, not only for your own family, but your people as well. You have sheltered and provided aid for my family when you had no obligation to do so, and for that I honour and thank you. The people of Dorne thank you as well," he told them.
"Princess Lyanna, I have seen the letters and documents my niece had with her when her mother sent her to you, and I understand things were not as they appeared to the rest of the world. I know now that my dear sister not only approved of you and considered you a friend, but that she also entrusted to you that which she held most dear to her heart. Rhaenys has told me of her upbringing, and I thank you for loving my niece and raising her as your own. You did a wonderful job and have not only my thanks, but the respect of Dorne as well," he told her truthfully.
He was still in shock after reading some of the letters Rhaenys had that were in his sister's hand. Things truly had not been what they appeared, and if not for Robert Baratheon's hurt pride, Tywin Lannister's ruthlessness, and the Mad King's insanity, many things would have been vastly different.
"Now, Your Grace on behalf of my brother, Doran Martell, Sovereign Prince of Dorne, I do hearby pledge to Your Grace the fealty of Dorne and of House Martell and recognize you as King Jaehaerys III Targaryen and Queen Daenerys; King and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Dorne is Your Grace's." Prince Oberyn told them all.
"I will write to Sunspear today and inform my brother. We have ten thousand Dornish spears that were already mobilizing that shall march to join Your Grace's forces immediately, and another ten thousand that we can soon mobilize as well," he finished.
This was met with a hearty round of applause from all in the room. Jon stood up next in response.
"Prince Oberyn I accept your fealty in the name of Prince Doran and gladly. Dorne has ever been loyal, and shall be remembered as such. Also, I would like to pledge to you here and now, that I and my family will see to it that Dorne and my sister will get their revenge for the wrongs perpetrated against House Martell. I assure you that I as well desire vengeance for my step-mother your Sister, as well as my brother Aegon. To show my willingness in this regard, I give Dorne the right to do with the false knight Gregor Clegane as they please. Since Lord Tywin Lannister is showing no signs of accepting the terms I offered him, he shall receive to justice that is due him," Jon decreed.
They moved on then to discuss the logistics and how the new men from Dorne would be of best use where, as well as which Dornish field commanders they could expect to arrive. Next on the agenda was the discussion of the missive from the Tyrells. They had offered to arrange a meeting at Bitterbridge which was nearly the mid point between Highgarden and Riverrun. They wished to make an alliance with the Targaryens. The also brought word that when Renly Baratheon died, they managed to persuade the Stormlords that were formerly sworn to Sumerhall and Targaryen loyalists, to join causes with them as they meant to ally with the True King. Lords Grandison, Cafferen, and Fell had even managed to persuade several other Stormlords to join them that cared not for Stannis or the Lannisters.
Lord Grandison had written that he and the other Stormlords were marching when the note had been written to secure the way for Jon and some of the Royal Family to come to Bitterbridge. They meant to blockade the Gold Road which would cut off the Lannister's means to supply the capitol from their own Westerlands. This was met with a great degree of approval, for it was unknown exactly how safe it would be for Jon to travel that far. It was also a huge boon for their cause that the men had come to his side instead of Stannis Baratheons. Although ten thousand of Renly's host had gone over to Stannis, the fact that even with both his brothers dead he could not even gain half the support of his own ancestral lands, was very telling indeed.
The Council, which Jon had immediately invited Prince Oberyn to join, insisted he should write to Stannis. Jon was unsure however. He knew from Lord Varys that it had been Stannis's Red Witch that had killed Renly. If the man was willing to kill his own brother, to become a kinslayer of one so closely related to him, Jon didn't think he wanted anything to do with the man. He flat out refused to treat with the man as long as the Red Witch was with him. She was known to burn more men than his mad grandfather, and he wanted no part of her Red God.
"My Lords, when the Red Witch is dead, then we may treat with Stannis. I want no part of relations with a man who would murder their own brother in such a way, nor will I have any part in his Red God. The man has desecrated the Sept of Dragonstone and profaned what my ancestors built with the ashes and blood of innocents. He would also see the Godswoods burned. I don't know what kind of man Stannis Baratheon used to be, but I will have no part in the man he currently is. That is my final decision and I do not wish to hear another word about the matter. If the lunatic wishes to burn people, he will learn the true meaning of Fire and Blood!" Jon stated in a tone that meant he would stand for no more talk of treating with Stannis Baratheon. The madman could go hang for all Jon cared.
After realizing the point Jon was making and the stand he was taking, Lord Stark and Prince Oberyn saw the wisdom in it. You could not negotiate with a man like the one Stannis had become because he was never to be trusted.
"Now, I suggest we make preparations to make for Bitterbridge as soon as possible. The sooner we have the backing of the Reach, the sooner we shall be done with this war gentleman, for Winter is Coming, and we needs must gather as much of the harvest as possible if our people are to make it through the times to come." Jon explained his readiness to finish this as fast as possible.
"It is the Lady Olenna Tyrell and from what I understand her grandson Willas who are the brains in the Tyrell family. Lord Mace seems to be biddable to his mother's will as she has not allowed him to side with Renly, Stannis, or the Lannisters. He would want his daughter to be a queen, that however is not on the table. With my Uncle and Aunt's approval of course, I mean to offer them Robb for Lady Margaery. Prince Oberyn, do you think they will be amenable to her being Princess of Moat Cailin and one day Princess of the North?" Jon asked the Dornishman.
Prince Oberyn had already suspected that arrangement would be offered and pondered how the power hungry Tyrell's would take it.
"If Your Grace were to offer them a double marriage, they would accept. Rhaenys has told me she would consider it, and I believe she and Willas Tyrell would be well suited to one another. If she will have him, then yes, I believe they will give their full support. It would at least mean both Willas and Margaery would have royal titles as well as their children."
Prince Oberyn personally thought they would be extraordinarily well matched. Willas may have a bad leg, but he was comely, intelligent, had wide interests, and was a rather nice person as well. Yes, his niece could certainly do worse than the Heir of Highgarden.
"That would also go a ways in repairing relations between Dorne and the Reach," Jon said thoughtfully.
"Of course this is all moot, if you do not find him to your liking sister. I will allow no one to force you in to anything," Jon told her protectively.
"And I thank you for the Brother. From what my Uncle has told me as well as what I have heard about the man myself, I am actually quite looking forward to meeting Lord Willas," she told her brother.
Jon grumbled something about no man being good enough for his sister before he got a dangerous look from said sister, as well as his wife, and mother. Neither Prince Oberyn nor Robb Stark could contain their amusement at his chastened look, and Oberyn noticed the ever stoic Lord Stark's mouth twitch in the makings of a smile.
The discussion went on for a while later as they hammered out the details of who would go and when exactly they would leave. Eventually it was decided that the King, Queen, Rhaenys, Lyanna, Ashara, Lady Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Lord Royce, the Kingsguard, and all three dragons would be going to the Reach. After much discussion, they agreed for Prince Oberyn to join them as well; also so he could meet up with the new Dornishmen that were joining Jon's cause. Lord Edmure and Lord Stark would stay in Riverrun. They would leave in three days time, and hopefully they would seal the final alliance need to destroy their enemies and win this war and their birthright.
Authors Note- The next chapter will be Dany telling Jon about the baby, the Journey and meetings in the Reach with the Tyrells. Also, Jon will meet someone he would have known in another life, and come away with a friend Lord Tarly feels he is burdened with.