Sansa's nights were haunted by memories of her time in the red keep; they got worse when she was forced to stay in Kingslanding while awaiting Queen Daenerys arrival. Both Oberyn and Ellaria were of little comfort to her when the bad ones came; she would wake them thrashing and screaming, her voice echoing off the keeps walls. One of the first times it happened her mother and brother who were sleeping down the hall bolted down the hall with a pack of guards hot on their trail, they threw the door open only to find her on the big feather bed, tears running down her face, hair a tangled red mess, but safe in the arms of Oberyn and Ellaria; their soothing words waking her from her nightmare. Both Robb and Catelyn watched on from the door way, tears in their eyes as the daughter and sister that they had almost lost cried, her woes to her lovers.
Her time in the capitol was not all bad, she no longer had to worry about what she must say or do, she could walk freely among the keep with no Lannisters watching her every move. While the queen travelled across the narrow sea Prince Oberyn was named temporary regent; he started cleaning up the mess the Lannisters had made. The small folk were ordered to plant crops in the war torn country side, as winter begun to settle in. 'impossible' they said but it was done and when the queen would arrive the crops would be harvested and the kingdoms may survive the winter.
Prince Oberyn dealt with the punishments of those who were traitors to the crown leaving the Queen Regent, Tommen Baratheon, Lord Tywin Lannister, Lord Tyrion Lannister and other important lords were awaiting the Queens justice in the deepest pits of the black cells. The dornish men took few liberties with Tywin, the man who ordered the death of their princess's. Oberyn enjoyed his screams when the poison that laced the blade made Tywin feel like his blood was boiling beneath his skin but he offered no mercy of death, now that was to happen when the queen arrived.
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When the queen did finally arrive to claim her throne, she happily gave the North their independence for they gave her, her throne. Her unsullied were dispatched around the city to keep the peace and justices were dealt out. Cersei Lannister after learning of her lover's death admitted to her many crimes. She was beheaded outside the sept of balor just as Eddard stark was many years ago. Tywin Lannister for betraying his king, for ordering the murder and rape of an innocent princess and her children was sentenced to death by dragon fire; a cruel way to die.
Prince Oberyn brought the man to his knees before the hulking black beast that was Daenerys dragon Drogon; the animals coming to like all the Martells for they'd share blood with his mother. Lord Tywin in the face of death cowered away from Drogon, he pleaded for a kinder death, for a swift beheading but it was not granted.
When the prince came to stand beside his queen, she gave the order "Dracarys" her voice was loud for all the people to hear. Drogon took a deep gulp of air then breathed out, his fire pushing Tywin to the ground in a screaming heap; soon his screams stopped and he was dead his charred flesh, emitting a horrible stench that sent the small folk running to their homes.
Lord Tyrion Lannister was Pardoned, and named the lord of Casterly Rock; the fortune that his late father had stock piled was taken by the crown and given to the iron bank to pay off their loans. Tommen Baratheon was pardoned with his uncle, his name and tittle revoked; he thanked the queen for her mercy then left with his uncle to Casterly rock where he was helping his uncle run the keep and keep the westerlands in check.
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Prince Oberyn was relieved of his duties as temporary regent and was offered a spot on the council by the queen. She was an imposing little thing, silver hair intricately done up, and purple dress that hugger her womanly curves, sitting on the iron throne as if it was made for her; looking down at him waiting for the answer. Oberyn did not need to think on it long; he couldn't stay in the capitol any longer, the stress this place caused his wife was enough for him to say 'no' and so he did. His nephew Trystane was instead given the seat and Oberyn prepared to take his family home, to Dorne where his wife could recover; Dorne would treat her well, she would flourish under the hot sun, she would be welcomed and loved, she would make him proud.
Arrangements were made, and soon they were truly travelling to Dorne; the journey was long and cold, heavy winter rains setting upon them soaking their heavy cloaks, the muds were treacherous one time almost sending Sansa and her horse to their deaths; from then on she rode with Oberyn. They travelled through the reach, lords and ladies happily opening their homes to the royals of Dorne where the party happily stayed for days enjoying the warmth and hospitality before setting out again. The dornish Marches were much harder to travel then the reach and the westerlands but the Dornishmen knew their land well. Western Steeds were exchanged for sand steeds, which were better with the twisting sands and muds of the marches. Halfway through the princes pass just north of Skyreach, they were welcomed into Kingsgrave by Lord Dagos Manwoody who had returned home as a part of the decoy sent south the past year when prince Oberyn went north with his wife. They Princes party stayed in Kingsgrave for a week, waiting out the worst of the storm that raged on outside of the keep. Sansa, Ellaria and Oberyn were given fine quarters where they enjoyed themselves while the storm raged on. They're screams of pleasure echoing throughout the whole keep; the dornish cheering for their prince who had two beautiful women at his side and in his bed.
The prince of Dorne and his party stopped at many a keep on his way to Sunspear dealing with matters of state and helping lords and ladies when needed. They stopped at Starfall located in the western red mountains on an island in the Torentine where it pours water into the summer sea; Lord Edric Dayne a boy no older than five and ten name days greeted them, he welcome them happily to Starfall and gave them luxurious rooms in large white tower; the palestone sword it was called.
Sansa washed the dirt of the road away, the warm water slushing around her. A squeak of the door alerted her to the fact that someone had entered the room. She turned her head and saw Ellaria enter still dressed in riding clothes. Her eyes wandered over Sansa beautiful form; her pale rounded breast peeking out of the water as she breathed deep. "My love, might I join you?" Ellaria asked, her voice innocent while her intentions not. Sansa merely nodded her head making room for the woman who undressed and slid into the large copper tub, water sloshing over the side. Ellaria sat behind Sansa who leaned against the older woman, her hands caressing her thigh. Ellaria leant over her and begun kissing and sucking at her breasts tender breasts; Sansa moaned as Ellaria's teeth started biting at her perk areola. Ellaria's lips left her breast making their way up her neck biting and sucking at her pulse point making Sansa gasp, her legs falling open. Sansa was rocking, gently and slowly, back and forth- trying her best to reach her pleasure and kissing Ellaria anywhere she could reach in between. Water sloshed around the couple but they did not care.
Ellaria slipped one hand down to Sansa's pearl, huffing a laugh at Sansa's sharp intake of air and the way her hips bucked at the touch; Ellaria's dark eyes sparkled and her smile turned hungry as Sansa moaned as her fingers slipped in and out of her silky folds. Her whole body arched into Ellaria at the feeling of her long smooth fingers, her eyes clenching shut; her hands rubbed Ellaria's thighs that were by her sides, sliding up and down the smooth, wet skin. Soon Sansa's legs twitched and shook, trying to close and keep those fingers still against the places that made her feel so good. Ellaria's kisses were wet on Sansa's neck as her peak came closer. The door to the room once again opened, Sansa gasped and turned only to see Oberyn in the door way his eyes burning with lust.
"Oberyn," Sansa greeted, her words coming out in a moan as Ellaria's fingers moved inside of her. Oberyn's eyes never left hers as he undressed himself, his tunic and belt falling to the ground with a large clank.
He stalked over walking around the tub in all his naked glory, his eyes moving over their bodies- both so different, one tanned, one pale, one still so innocent while the other not. One use to the actions of the carnal nature while the other was not. Both his.
His hands moved as quickly as a snake to Ellaria's skin that peeked out of the water- she moaned at the callousness of his hands which moved up and down and under the water. Ellaria's head was thrown back but she did not stop the movements of her fingers. Oberyn stood straight taking his hand away, he looked down at them his eyes full of lust "Out, now" Ellaria's fingers left Sansa heat much to her dismay and she got out of the water that had now turned cold. Sansa followed behind, her legs shaky when her feet touched the cold stone ground. "On the bed" Oberyn's voice was commanding but full of lust. Sansa got wetter at the highly arousing sound.
Oberyn laid down first, and Sansa next to him- Ellaria stood and watched as Oberyn turned to his side and begun lying kissed down her bare hip and thigh. Sansa shivered as Ellaria's weight dipped the bed at her other side and curled up next to Sansa; Oberyn reached across her to thumb one of Ellaria's breasts, grinning when the dark nipple pebbled. Ellaria never taking her eyes from Oberyn and focusing on Sansa drew her in for a soft kiss. Sansa felt Oberyn sit up, his hands gently drawing her to lean back on him, Ellaria following with tender caresses and smiles her eye now matching Oberyn's.
Oberyn's hand slipped between her legs to rub her inner thigh travelling up to her mound and then darting back down denying her the touch she needed. Sansa cried out in frustration much to Oberyn's amusement "hush love, all will come in due time" he repeated his earlier movements. Ellaria took her breast into her soft mouth, her full lips slipping easily across Sansa's skin, gentle biting that was never hard enough to bruise but nonetheless had Sansa's heart racing. Ellaria's hand came up to squeeze her breast briefly when the woman kissed her way down Sansa stomach. Shudders threatened to overcome Sansa when a fingertip from Oberyn's hand found her pearl and rubbed teasing circles around it finally giving her what she needed. She moaned at the touch. Oberyn's lips moved up her neck and he nibbled on her earlobe, pleasure burned in her lower belly.
Ellaria's hands were now holding Sansa's thighs apart as she seemed to ponder her next move. Sansa moaned and panted whenever Oberyn's finger paused to push at the nub of flesh firmly. Ellaria seemed content to watch, stroking at the tender skin of Sansa's inner thighs enjoying the view of Sansa thrashing against Oberyn.
Sansa pled with her lovers to not stop as her peak came into sight, her walls clenched around Oberyn's fingers as they slid in and out, Ellaria's hands now moving against her legs. They did not stop but instead promised they'd do anything but it. With one last stroke of her pearl Sansa came undone with a loud scream.
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It took a whole moon turn before Sunspear came into view- three massive Winding Walls, encircling one another and containing miles of narrow alleys, hidden courts, and noisy bazaars, and high towers colours the same as the sand beneath their feet. It was not pretty like the some of the keeps in the rest of the south but it still held some beauty in it winding structure. Sansa stomach protested as Oberyn pushed the horse forward her breakfast threatening to come up, her face becoming pale. Ellaria who rose next to them looked at her with worry filled eyes, Sansa held her hand up dismissing her.
It seemed as if the whole population of Sunspear turned up for they surrounded them on both sides as they rose through the streets of the dornish capitol. The people cheered their names and threw flowers at them that were crushed beneath the hooves of the horses as they rode by. Sansa smiled at the people they passed who smiled back cheering her name "Princess Sansa" they called, Sansa's heart, warming.
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Prince Doran was a sickly man, crippled by his gout but with a surprising amount of strength and courage he lifted himself from his chair and launched himself at his brother encircling the younger one in his arms. The worry he had felt for him over the past year was as debilitating as his gout and seeing him alive and healthy brought Doran much happiness.
Oberyn helped him back into his chair, and he greeted Sansa "It is nice to finally meet you Princess Sansa." His voice was warm
"And you, my prince" her face was still pale as she still felt like she was going to wretch but she pulled through. Prince Doran noticing her paleness bid them to their rooms telling them they must be in need of rest. Ellaria helped Sansa to their room Oberyn staying behind totally oblivious to her current state. When she was seated Ellaria knelt before her, her hand coming up to feel her forehead "Sansa?"
Sansa looked down at her "You feel sick yes?" Ellaria's question was answered by a brisk nod "How long?"
"Three maybe four days" Sansa whispered afraid she might spill her guts all over Ellaria. Ellaria's left hand shot up to Sansa breast touching it lightly. Sansa flinched at her touch, her breasts had become very tender recently "Sansa, when was your last moon blood?" Sansa though about it for a moment before gasping "I-I can't remember" she confessed.
Ellaria smiled "I think love, you may be with child."
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And indeed she was; the maester confirmed it; Oberyn was told a week later and nothing could wipe the smile of his face. At night after worshipping her body he knelt over her stomach that begun to swell whispering sweet nothings to the babe that grew beneath the skin. Ellaria who was as happy as Oberyn was a god send; she gave Sansa all types of remedies that helped her upset stomach and aching back. She helped Sansa sew clothes for the babe, adornishing them with sun pierced by spears and wolves running around them.
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Six and a half-moons after finding out she was with child Sansa was brought to the birthing bed, her screams of pain echoing throughout the halls of Sunspear as she pushed the child into the world, Ellaria behind her and Oberyn holding her hand both encouraging her with soothing voices. When the babe slipped from between her thighs, the wails of the babe resounded through the room. Oberyn let go of her hand to check on the babe, helping the maester clean and check the babe.
Sansa was breathing heavily when Oberyn came over the babe tucked in his arms, he grinned at her "A boy, my love." Sansa and Ellaria gasped for Oberyn had never had a son. He had only ever sired girls and that was what they were expecting. With that he placed the babe in her awaiting arms; his skin was pale like hers, but his hair and eyes were all his fathers. Sansa and Ellaria both looked down at the babe cooing over him as he watched them with wide curious eyes.
"Have you thought of a name?" Sansa asked Oberyn who was watching them, a happy smile on his face, he shook his head "Have you?" he asked her. She nodded sheepishly "Edrick" was her reply.
Oberyn nodded "A good strong name for a Dornish and Northern prince." And so he was named Edrick Nymeros Martell; He would be a strong, he would be a prince worthy of both house Stark and Martell and he would heal his broken mother's soul.
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The End