Here with a new chapter! This one is just talking and thinking and with only one little wannabe plot. I wanted include the promised dinner with Rhaegar and Elia and also one event before it, but it's already long enough. And every time I re-read it I add something instead of deleting. I really get now, why we don't have Winds of Winter yet :)

But on the other hand, not much events remains and a muse attacked me in the shower (typically) and I wrote a frame for the two last pre-rebellion chapters, what may be the last ones, if I would not want to continue. And once I have „done" the end, you can count I will complete it.

She didn't remember how did she get into her chambers. In fact, she even didn't remember what happened. She only noticed with surprise, that she was holding her dragon's egg in her hands and that she had to make the whole journey from the library all the same. Probably just so. Because she didn't bring back the dress into which she wrapped the egg.
Getting better and better, she thought. And then she remembered her guard and all he had to see and think. But, oddly enough, she didn't care. Who cared what did some soldier think? His word might have some weight for Oberyn, but her word would outweigh it. And mainly, that was not the most important thing. Princ Rhaegar was.
Rhaegar.
Rhaegar with his silver hair. Captivating look. And lips attacking hers. How long did it last? A moment? Two? An hour? She lost the sense of time. Like there was none. Did he say something to her? Did she run or fell for him? Gods, why did she feel like walking through the dream with mist all around her?

Not that one kiss would unsettle her so much. She already kissed a man. When she was little, son of the steward of Water Gardens had stolen few kisses. They were children, true, but he was still the first one. And later, in the flowering of her womanhood, she used to like to let lords and knights court, flatter and kiss her hands and two or three most daring honored with her own lips. Until the future lord Ulrick Uller and smell of wine and snake's stew in his mouth. Her stomach almost turned then and they received only kisses from her spear if they were brave or foolish enough to volunteer to fight, ever since.

But this was different, this tasted... how did it taste? Certainly not like a snake's stew. Maybe little bit like a dragon's fire, maybe... oh, stupid girl, how easily did she let him woo her! How could the daughter of the Red Viper behave like that? Although, there was a simple answer.

Already upon their first encounter, he was charming, chivalrous, gentle, he didn't get mad even if she offended him. And handsome, he was handsome. Not really happy smile and eyes... when she thought of them, she knew she could drown in them. Purple, like all of his house, but different. Deep, so deep and sad... and lips tasting like cinnamon. Yes, she remembered, cinnamon and fireplums or oranges freshly picked from the tree on the warm courtyard. She couldn't tell exactly, it remained her her home. No wonder she could get lost in him and Sand snake or not, fall for his charm of the perfect prince.
But married.

She shook her head. This didn't unsettle her, not just one ordinary kiss. She was an unwed highborn lady. She had the privilege to dream about other men, like a Dornishwoman even kiss them and take them into her bed. She knew many of them would not protest, she could just strip off her dress. Or let whoever would seduce her do it. But not the one sworn to another, whom she cared about.
Such men had no right to seduce her. He had no right. He couldn't do this to her aunt, he couldn't. Why did he even try? And what did he try? He should be the knight with all realm enthusing about him. Was she wrong? Was everyone wrong? And he was like Robert, Ulrick, Daeron or her father, also just a man?

Confusion and dreaminess were slowly leaving her and anger replaced them. She wouldn't blink, would it be someone else. A knight, lord, armourbearer, for Crone's wizened skin's sake, even ashamed Golden Jaime Lannister! But the prince? Just a few days after she blamed him for his lack of interest in Elia?

However, she wasn't angry just because of him. Neither she ran away, she remembered even that. She gently put her palm on his cheek and let him embrace her. As if he was a siren, mythical creature, about wich she read and what could daze anyone just with its voice. She returned it to him like to no one before. She kissed the husband of her aunt and instead of regrets, she was floating through a dream as if he was just another Dornish lordling vainly hoping to get viper's daughter instead of viper's bite. And above all, she liked it!

She knew they were telling many not nice things about Dornishmen and many men considered Dornishwomen as whores. She didn't deny it, women and men, everyone could enjoy his life in Dorne, without chains of high court etiquette, if they wanted. But not her, she... no one would make a whore of her. She had to wake up immediately. Forget. Especially when the family dinner was awaiting her tonight.

And the best way to forget, clean her head and slip into her fearless dragon's skin of viper, was, according to her, deal with everything that could her escapade cause as fast as possible Therefore, she put her egg back to the chest, looked into her mirror and stepped out of her chamber.
That guard who was in the library with her stood a short walk from the door, so she came to him, stood in front of him and looked into his uninvolved face.
The guard returned her gaze little bit uncertainly.
"Ehm," she cleared her throat. And continued to stare at him.
"Mhm..." he repeated and didn't understand what was going on.
"I felt ill in the library, I am afraid."
"...I am afraid you did, my princess," he nodded, confused.
"And I am also afraid, that... I wasn't... paying enough attention... regarding..."
But the guard really looked more and more confused. She had to seem like a fool last few minutes.
"I really wasn't myself and I think I walked through the castle with..."
"Oh," he finally understood, "the prince instructed us about your property. I offered you my cloak, you were pale, ill and we have clear orders to not let anyone see what did you bring."

Of course. Her egg wasn't such huge secret, but she also didn't need all realm to know about it. So her father's guards, now in fact also hers, were instructed to watch it.
"Of course. But I would like to talk about it with father by myself," she stated when she realized she really didn't remember walking back from the library, but she decided to trust him. She didn't want to tell it to the father, quite the opposite, but if she didn't assure him, he would undoubtedly report everything. And she would feel even worse. Oberyn knew how to sense a lie. Moreover, that's why she would have to be very careful with her story about a squire with broken nose.

When he nodded, after all, what else could he do, she was his princess, she walked down the stairs to the ground floor. There she glanced on the place where that drunken soldier had slammed her against the wall and noticed a bloody stain. Did not anyone else notice it? Or had no time to clean it? At least, it didn't stand out on those reddish stones.

But even that didn't matter. She rather looked ahead and walked through the gate, though she didn't know where was she heading. She just couldn't remain in place. However, some girl solved it for her. Girl maybe a few years older, in a bright green gown with a long skirt, but deeply incised bodice on the back with wine grapes embroidered with golden thread. According to the colors, she would think her Tyrell, but the grapes were on the Redwyne's sigil. The most known houses of Reach and houses with most hatred for Dorne. But not that it was different from the other side. Mainly since her father competed against Willas Tyrell, the heir of Highgarden, knocked him down and his horse entangled himself in his own legs and crushed the lordly one in the process. Willas didn't blame him. Oberyn gave him a hawk as an apology and Willas occasionally sent letters to him. Maybe twice he sent a courtesy letter even to her to her name's day. But the other Tyrells and their family saw it otherwise. Therefore, she was surprised, that this lady of the Reach, Tyrell or Redwyne, which was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place, wanted have anything to do with her.

"Princess Jaenna," she made a little courtesy.
"Lady..." she thought for a while who could she be to properly address her, but eventually gave up. She had no clue about names of young roses.
"Mina Tyrell, princess. Oh, pardon me, already Redwyne for some time. It is not easy to get accustomed," she laughed and winked. So Jaenna was right. Lady Redwyne. The wife of the lordling who thought his Arbour wine competitive to Dornish.
"Ah, I have no doubt about it," she nodded and waited, what would this brown-haired girl with big brown eyes say further. She thought it would be very interesting if she couldn't even remember her name. Yes, she should properly start with how was she pleased with their encounter and congratulate her on her marriage, but she saw no reason. Their encounter didn't please her and she didn't care at all whether did she marry lord Redwyne or shepherd. Mainly when Rheagar and anger mixed with confusion over her own reaction still pulsated in her head. And courtesy and false flattery sickened her anyway. She wasn't like that all her life, actually, she suspected Obara and her influence. Because no septa ever raised Obara, she never feared to tell what she thought, including the desire to kill someone, and Jaenna always felt the need to be also such tough snake. They were almost the same age and competed for everything. In a good way.
"I was hoping to reach you. I don't w... ant to bother you..." she frowned a little, when she noticed, that Jaenna didn't pay her much attention.

But she finally understood, what was this about. The Reach was almost theatrically loyal to Targaryens and she probably decided to try to befriend the niece of their future queen. That wasn't uncommon. Even if Jaenna should never get to the throne or any other chair of any other ruler, she was related to her, loved by her and that was enough for many to want to be on her good side. It's always better to have a friend in queen's niece than had no one with a strong voice at all. And she also realized, that insolence wouldn't help her. On the contrary, some clucking conventional lady could lead her thoughts away. To whatever from songs to dresses.

"Oh, not at all. I was thinking what to do and today's weather is perfect for spending some time in someone's company," therefore Jaenna smiled, falsely, though.
"Really? I would be greatly honored if you joined me and my cousins for a cup of tea. We let it prepare in the rose bower. Because I am to leave the city for the Arbor right after the Aegon's feast and local gardens are the best place to spend last days here."

So Jaenna let her hook their arms and drag herself to the rose bower. During their walk, after a very short polite prelude consisting of "How do you like King's Landing" and even more polite "It's different from home", she listened to Mina's ode to lord Paxter and his great fleet. She described him as manly and attractive ginger, expressed her concern whether would she bear him equally spruce sons and revealed with blush, that even if they didn't see each other since her departing for the city because he had to deal with an important business in the Arbor and she went with her Tyrell family, they were frequently trying. Maybe they really should talk rather about dresses. That way, there would be less blushing and giggling.

Jaenna just constantly nodded and sometimes growled „ahm", „really?" or „oh, do not say," otherwise she didn't listen to her much, so at first, she even didn't realize, that Mina asked whether she already had any suitors, when she seated her into an empty chair between other two girls in similar gowns. Only blue in one case and with leafs embroidered on the entire length and with a silk scarf in the other. She realized that they were awaiting her reaction only when all three looked at her and fell silent.

"Ehm... beg you pardon?"
"Mina, you and your obsession with marriage beds of other people," girl in blue shoved her cousin.
"I just wondered, after all, she is the princess from Dorne and the family of future kings. And look at those beautiful dark curls, a lot of men is surely falling to her feet. I wish they would be falling to my feet. It would be funny to see Paxter jealous."
All three laughed as if they had never heard a better joke and Jaenna politely lifted corners of her mouth.
"Not likely, my father is not the prince of Dorne, so it's not so-"
"But isn't that just perfect? The future princess of Dorne can not marry an heir of some great house, it would mean complications, and she is too small now, but the niece of the prince of Dorne and future queen? Unwed lords have to have a wolf's fog upon their eyes if they don't beg for your hand."
"If you think so..." she shrugged. On one hand, she sneered. There was one lord not begging for her hand having "wolf's fog upon him". Robert doting his wolf's Starks. But of course, there were other candidates, only she didn't jump in front of septon with them like other southern ladies, as well as her father didn't hungrily grasp anyone who showed interest and clinked with gold, and so this debate wasn't for her. Especially when the second of Mina's cousins, the one who didn't express herself and chastely hid her smiles behind her scarf until now, started to rave about ser Fossoway, a knight who would certainly crown her the queen of love and beauty, would he win the last tourney in the Oldtown. Just he let himself unhorse promptly in the second joust, which, however, wasn't his fault at all, because his opponent cheated shamelessly. At least according to her. All that remained was to pull out needlework. Again, why was she there?

Then it occurred to her, what would they say, if she pulled out a bow and also started to talk about knights, but about knights she was hunting with. Or about catching vipers with her father and extracting their poison. And if they're talking like that even at home, because it seemed to her like this city was riddled with some plague causing chanting about weddings. After all, she herself talked about suitors with Oberyn. Therefore, she stopped to listen again and pricked up her ears only when she heard Willas' name.

Then she noticed that hymn about ser of Red apples and tiltyard's mud had ended and Mina started to tell like her nephew, man almost as old as Jaenna, trained a hawk gifted by Sunspear so greatly, that he decided to take others and establish a breeding. He even allegedly gave one of them as a wedding gift to her and Paxter. And how clever and chivalrous he was, even if he could't be knighted.
"Yes, it really is a shame, that he can not be a knight. Yet, he would be an example for everyone... I hope your brother understand the look is not everything and find him a good wife. Willas would be by far the best man any lady can get. And he has not a single offer yet, do you understand it, my princess?" the blue lady spoke again.

Finally, Jaenna realized the whole extent. They didn't want to befriend her. She doubted they devised it, rather one of the Tyrells commanded them to try, but anyway, she easily managed to see through it despite her indifference in politics and scheming. They tried to bring her to interest in Willas and eventually evoke ideas about courtship. Praise him to seven heavens and move another step closer to the royal family. Sure, why else would ladies of the Reach invite her for tea? Although, she would like to know who stood behind it. She strongly doubted that lord Mace agreed. Everybody knew the true "lord" behind him was lady Olenna and she hated Oberyn. At least he told her so. She doubted she would yearn to have a viper in her dear Highgarden. Maybe Doran's daughter, but a poisonous snake's spawn?

So in the end, it wasn't so hard to let herself distract because such finding surprised her and didn't bring the best feeling. Therefore, she might directly ask who would let her get involved with Willas, but fortunately, other way occurred to her.
"I can not judge his prospect of a bride, but I heard he is a fine man. He seems like that, he writes to my father sometimes. But I feel lord Tyrell dislikes it. As is well known, The Reach and Dorne are no friends and I think your family especially bears no love for mine." Mainly Willas' parents for her father.
To her surprise, Mina waved her hand.
"True, my lady mother begins to rant every time someone says the name Martell, please for forgiveness, my princess, but she is such woman. However, my brother Mace doesn't see everything so bad. He says that incident was Willas' fault, he didn't prepare himself enough and didn't pay attention and we probably never find out how it really happened. But I can assure you, he bears no ill will towards you."

Jaenna smirked. She tried to make it look like a smile, but it probably didn't work. They would never find out how it really happened? Naturally, because lord Mace sent his boy on the tiltyard against one of the most skilled opponents, barely grown out of his wooden sword. How could he expect he would manage a horse during fall? Or that there would be no fall? Willas told it himself, but his father would never admit it and lady Olenna didn't need even that for her hatred towards Dornishmen. But now it seemed that her fattening son overpassed her and decided to climb a few other rungs closer to the Iron Throne. It wasn't obvious, but she had heard it from uncle Doran. And because it was too soon for marriage proposal of his second son and little Rhaenys, when both of them barely toddled, and he had no daughter for Viserys, he needed to look for another girl close enough to the kings. At least for now. And as the blue lady noted, all the possible ladies went up a blind alley. What better could he hope for? Lady Frey?

But she didn't think she wanted to consider a carefully hidden offer right now. At least for the time being. She knew Willas' qualities, her father never spoke ill about him and when her father didn't speak ill about someone, he had to be at least one of the Seven descending from heavens, but when she tried to imagine him, a man with typical tyrell's features, someone else appear in his stead. A silver prince.
Therefore, she quickly thought how to back out of the conversation, but she didn't have to for long. Because all three girls suddenly put their cups aside and stood up and Mina, with short frown replaced immediately with smile, mumbled: "My prince..."

Jaenna tensed. She was afraid, that Rhaegar was standing behind her and she couldn't guess how to react when would she turn. But instead of Rhaegar, she saw a long orange doublet girded with a leather belt with a rhoynish sun of her father.
"Ladies... I hope I am not intruding. Jaenna."
"Father, of course not. Is there something wrong?" even she stood up, grateful for every distraction. Even if it meant time for discourse about her yesterday's bloody adventure.
"No, do not worry. But I hoped we can talk as well. The royal dinner is awaiting us and I would like to discuss some issues with you. As long as ladies excuse us."
"Of course, my prince," the more expressive girl nodded, although, she, in fact, had no other choice. "It was nice to meet you. I hope you will have time to join us again before the feast."
"Me too, I would like to hear other... interesting stories about your dear Willas," she tried to flatter at least now, gladly took her place alongside her father and walked away from the bower with him.

"Did you find new friends?" he asked amused. And was even more amused, when he saw her annoyed expression.
"Pff. Friends, who wanted me to marry Willas Tyrell for all their love and then run as far as possible. A moment longer and I would have to mix sweetsleep into their tee. And I wouldn't try to count the drops."
"Do you have some here?"
"I would manage."
Oberyn smiled, but she noticed, that his smile didn't reach his eyes this time and that he seemed quite darkly. She fidgeted.

"You... want to know what happened, don't you?"
"I can't wait to hear that."
"Hmmm... and... what exactly?" at first, she tried to determine what did he know or suspect.
"I inspected that dagger. It wasn't yours. It looks too ordinary for any weapon you could take from the armory in Sunspear. Or I ever gave you."
"Oh..." so he knew everything because it really was him who found her bloodied coat and dagger.
"You are right, it wasn't. I forgot it and then even the egg and fell asleep. Thank you that you hid it before maids could find it."
"I'm doing what is needed. But I wonder where did the blood come from."
"You didn't ask the guards?" she again tried to play for time, but knew she hadn't much left. Oberyn was dangerous, she had no illusions, and hated when someone lied to him. Including her.
"I did not meet a squire with a broken nose, did not hear anyone talking about your fight with squires and actually do not know that you ever met any squire. And I doubt it was blood of Jaime Lannister, especially when you ridiculed him with a bow.
"It is not blood of Jaime Lannister. It's the owner's of the dagger," she nodded in the end, sighting, and when she saw him urging her to continue, added: "From his wrist."
"And I feel like it was not some impudent squire questioning your skills."
"No, some soldier, he was... he touched me... tried to touch me... drag me away... I stabbed him and didn't want you to know about it."
Oberyn's eyes hardened more.

"Why? Would you mind if I killed him?" he asked and it didn't sound strange to her. She had no doubt he would do it, in fact, it was the reaction she awaited.
"No, I do not care about his life, he is but a filthy pig. But I coped with it by myself, I managed it and I didn't want you to intervene and regard me helpless!"
"I know you can take care of yourself. You should. And when he took this liberty, he got off cheap. If you told me who did it, I would kill him and I'm glad you let him taste viper's teeth. I would never regard you helpless. But I am worried about you, you have to be more careful. You did manage him, yes. But then you let all your bloodied things on the floor and everyone who would come to you see your treasure."
Jaenna nodded but kept silent. She had nothing more to say. She couldn't say more. To continue about Varys? Or today's morning with Rhaegar? She would be again just a little girl chiding for some naive silliness. Only this was no naive silliness. Or was it? When Rhaegar did... what he did?
"I am sorry, father."
"At least, you really managed an attacker. I hope he lost his hand."
Jaenna smiled maliciously. "He might bleed out."

When Oberyn laughed, she was relieved, because she understood chastening ended. Then they talked about Willas for a while. Like who could have some odd idea to try to lure her into the wedding with him. Oberyn stated, that they could try, they were friends with Willas and he gave him the best hawk, but it definitely didn't mean he would give him even his daughter, and promised her ride to the city. With that, she looked at her skirt, considered breeches instead of underskirt would be enough, agreed and rushed back to her chambers to prepare for the reunion with her sand steed in the royal stables after a long time. He surely had to be dying of boredom.

Therefore, she ran up the stairs and opened her door. But to her dismay found out she was not alone again. And to her frustration that guards probably disobeyed her command to not let anyone in.
"What are you doing here?!"

Note: I really don't know whether the idiom „to have a wolf's fog" means something in English. In Czech it means „be blind to something" or „overseeing something" and I couldn't find any other in dictionaries and it wouldn't work without some comparsion referring to Robert.