Running down the halls of Riverrun a boy of 11 had faux fear spread across his face as quickly gaining on him was Petyr holding a wooden sword in hand. The boy now started laughing turning the corner and narrowly missing a serving girl but his steps were halted coming across a tall slender woman with a narrow face and her hair braided up. Unlike most of the ladies of the castle she wore battle armor with a sword at her hip. On the end of the hilt was a valyrian steel wolf shaped into it.
The boy slowly backed up from the young woman and tried to look away not noticing her fierce beauty. Petyr catching up to his son stopped as well looking at their visitor.
"Ah Lady Stark, I would say your name dear but I do not want to insult you by saying the wrong sister's name. I am glad to see you again. Lord Hoster has been wanting to see a member of House Stark before he met the stranger." Petyr said recognizing the resemblance immediately. As much as he hated Brandon Stark for beating him in that duel he was thankful Brandon found companionship with Barbary Ryswell once he left again for the North.
Of course it had nothing to do with Petyr spiking both Barbary's and Brandon's wine after a rowdy northern union between the Greatjon and his new bride. That of course was the night the bane of his existence was conceived; Torrhen Stark.
"I am Lady Lyarra, Lord Petyr. I came as quickly as possible, Sarra wanted to come as well but the North would not allow her to step away from her duties." She looked at the grip he had on the sword and smirked.
"Hopefully you held the sword better than that facing off against my father because it is no wonder you lost." She teased and walked past them walking towards the master bedroom. Petyr let a uncharacteristic look of disdain cross his face watching the cocky Lyarra walk away.
After a knock on the door Lyarra was welcomed to the room by the opening of the door from the inside. Walking past the Tully guard that welcomed her in she saw Edmure staring out the window while Catelyn sat at her father's bedside holding a one year old girl.
"Lyarra." Hoster managed weakly and waved her over expecting her. She walked over to the bed sitting beside Catelyn and grabbing his hand.
"Ah it seems you have gained the beauty of your namesake dear. It was said until your aunt grew of age that your grandmother Lyarra was the most beautiful northerner that your harsh lands had ever produced. Shaped by roses but hardened by winter." He said patting her hand remembering the former Lady of Winterfell well. Hoster actually tried to court Lady Lyarra before Rickard came in and won her heart.
"I am told me and my sister resemble my aunt more than our grandmother. I came here as soon as I heard. Sarra wanted to be here but her duties left her in our home and Torrhen would have stormed across Westeros if it was possible." She told him as a smile crossed his lips.
"Lord Stark is surely that great of a man. If a cure for my old age was in the farthest parts to the west he would send his whole army to search for it, alas my dear the Stranger has no cure."
"Do you fear death?" She asked him wondering if her father, brother, aunt, or mother feared death as they saw the old gods take them.
"I do not fear death, rather the mystery of my next journey. Some men die old surrounded by their grandchildren like me, others die young surrounded by their enemies like your father. What would your brother Rodwell say about meeting death?" He posed the question to her and she sat there thinking about it for a few moments.
"Well most likely he would enter death like he left the living world, still swinging. Upon seeing the old gods he probably swung his sword at them demanding he be allowed to go back and fight some more. Him and Torrhen were always the ones that were afraid of nothing, death is no exception."
"Ah my dear I do not think you know Torrhen as well as you think you do. Torrhen fears much in this world but will never let the world see it because the alpha cannot show fear. One day he will confide in you, on that day just be quiet and listen to him speak and be there for him." He advised her and looked towards his children.
"Catelyn, Edmure could you give me a moment with Lady Lyarra?" He asked of his children and Edmure obeyed without question but Catelyn looked at her father forcing him to repeat himself. Soon enough it was only the two of them.
"Princess I must tell you that you need to watch over Edmure and keep him safe. As much as I love my grandchildren I do not trust their snake of a father Petyr. If your brother is to be successful in the Riverlands he needs my son alive."
"You think plans are already in motion to have Edmure killed upon your death." Realization dawned upon Lyarra and he could only nod.
"You lose Riverrun, you lose the Riverlands. It will be a much harder campaign fighting for your capital back and having to reclaim the Riverlands. Now I lived a long life unlike most of the men I grew up around including your grandfather and Tytos Lannister. Make sure you are smart my dear and pass on those words when you are an old man like me to the next generation." They chatted about about small things but Lyarra with a kiss on his cheek left him to rest when he started to struggle with basic words. Before she left the room Lyarra wrote out a missives and place it up her sleeve.
Making her way down she passed a small woman with a little baby bump starting to show. Lyarra ran into the woman catching her before she could fall.
"I am so sorry, I am so very clumsy." Lyarra said grabbing ahold of the woman's hand passing the missive into her palm.
The maid now walking away from Lyarra entered the storage to grab some more sheets. Closing and locking the door behind her Lara pulled the missive and read it.
Assassination plot to kill Edmure, save him at all cost.
Shadow Lara rubbing her belly smiled that even in pregnancy she could serve a purpose to the Order of Shadows and her god; King Torrhen Stark.
Making her way down to the wine cellar she approached the large man putting a heavy wine barrel on the upper shelf.
"Shadow Mars, the future Lord of Riverrun is in need of our assistance. Did you bring anyone else with you?" She inquired as the man gave a large smile knowing he could finally be useful.
"Aleia is here and she just dyed her hair from blond to brown so you probably did not recognize her." Mars said and at seeing her confused expression he refreshed her memory.
"You remember the two whores that King Torrhen on the Final Step gave the choice of their lives or the Order of Shadows to? Well she is the whore who chose right. You probably forgot about her because she has been training this whole time." Mars told her and she remembered them instantly. Secretly she always wanted to kill someone by shark and was quite jealous.
"Ah yes her, actually she is perfect then. I want you to use her to get close to Edmure and act as his whore and bodyguard. I know Lynette is around here as well so she is to scout out how many there are amongst us. Once Lord Hoster is dead then Edmure will not follow soon behind."
"Gotcha Lara, now tell what happens if Edmure does die?" He asked and she gave a twisted smile.
"Then Lord Petyr and his whole family will not survive the night." She said wickedly even meaning the children. She would kill a whole castles worth of women, children, and even the pets if it meant securing her lord and master's legacy.
"You would slit my throat if I betrayed King Torrhen, wouldn't you?" Mars inquired and raised his eyebrow.
"Mars for King Torrhen I would volunteer happily. Now I want the whore on Edmure within the hour and Lynette scouting."
Mars had to shiver as the beautifully sadistic Shadow walked away from him as he placed the last barrel containing a member of Petyr's guards away for hiding.
Changing his outfit to a servant he picked up two jugs of water and carried them into the castle. Passing through many passageways he finally found Lynette as she was finishing up a maid's hair. Seeing Mars she excused herself and met up with him in the supply closet.
"Edmure is in danger once Hoster is dead. Lara ordered us to kill the assassins and keep Edmure safe, Aleia will be watching him personally so focus on those throughout the castle."
"Consider it done. If you are looking for Aleia she is using her body to steal some missives at the guard house. She should be done so meet her at the drop off point behind the barn." She whispered and kissed him deeply wrapping her arms around his neck. He was happy but confused until someone wretched open the door but looked away quickly upon seeing them.
Releasing the kiss she smile and sent him a wink before walking out. Now with frustration growing in his pants he only shook his head and walked out to find the whore assassin.
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Aleia having been fucked thoroughly by the large cock of the captain of the guards walked a little funny with a large smile on her face. As much as she hated to admit it she loved her work. She had always loved being a whore even if it came with insults, now she got to do it with a much better moonly amount.
The amount Varys gave her was mear scraps compared to what King Torrhen paid her even if it came with some bloodshed. Her daughter was living with House Giantsbane and going to the finest school in the North. Life was finally good for her.
Approaching the barn her smiled dimmed seeing Mars whitling a spear with his knife waiting for her. Placing the papers in the drop off barrel she disappeared into the shadows with Mars following close behind. Once in the shadows of two close buildings they spoke.
"There will be an attempt on Edmure's life once Hoster dies. Princess Lyarra is already near Lola and some of the Ice Warriors incase she was apart of the plan but get close to Edmure anyway you can and keep him safe. Hoster is near death and Petyr poisoned his drink to make it that much closer." He ordered her.
With a nod she was off passing some of the large intimidating Ice Warriors who smiled at her kindly. She always thought northerns were just a better group of people. If she was to settle down it would have been in the North. Her thoughts were shaken upon seeing a man in a Tully guard outfit approaching Edmure who was laughing with the knight Marq Piper.
Beating the man to the two men she smiled at them.
"My Lords I was searching for some noble lords to share my time with. Do you know anyone like that?" She asked innocently as the guard diverted his direction. She knew the plan was happening soon.
Marq was instantly in running his hands through his long blond hair but Edmure was hesitant.
"Come on Edmure, we will just enjoy the company of this young lady and no harm will happen." Marq said to his friend as him with her elbow walked off dragging Edmure along. She looked around and saw 4 targets keeping an eye on them and follow them up the stairs. They reached a bedroom where Marq started pouring some wine for them. Five guards bearing the fish of Tully came in looking panicked.
"Ah Lord Edmure it is your father. He has died!" The man said walking to him with his four friends in tow. Both Marq and Edmure were too distracted by the news to notice the small blades being pulled out. The man was within arms reach of Edmure and about to strike when she struck first.
Taking the blade she was holding onto in her dress she sliced the first assassin's throat unexpectedly and thrusted it into the heart of the guard about to kill Marq. Marq smelling something fishy now noticing the guards blades were out before she struck drew his own blade engaging in a fight with the two guards at the end.
As he danced around the two guards Edmure with the battle grace of an elephant fell over trying to run away from the third guard. The blade was coming down on the prone Edmure when the assassin was pushed out of the way by Aleia.
The man punched her in the face almost knocking her out cold. With blurry vision she saw the man raise his blade to kill her. As the blade was coming down and she prayed to the old gods for forgiveness of her sins Marq who had dispatched of his assassins easily took off the man's head.
Edmure stumbled up to his feet as Marq helped her to hers.
"What happened? Who are you?" Edmure roared at the woman only being supported by the body of Marq. His answer came when a large man came through the door with blood over his cloak.
"That Lord Tully was an assassination attempt on your life by your brother in law. We work for King Torrhen and your survival is very important to us. Thank you Marq for saving my friend." He thanked the man now taking Aleia and placing her in his arms bridal style.
"Marq that is quite impressive that you killed all 5 of these men with the help of Edmure. Too bad we were not here to help." He said shrugging starting to walk towards the door.
"We cannot prove it was Petyr yet so you must act like you do not know it was him. Find some guards you trust and know. It is very easy to hire mercenaries like these and pose as guards."
With that advice Mars disappeared into the shadows. Marq went to run after him to check if she was alright but when looking into the hallway there was nothing but the sounds of guards running their way.
Mars using a shortcut made it to the basement where Lara and Lynette were waiting for them. He waved off their concern at seeing the state of Aleia.
"She is fine, just received a little punch to the face. Lynette were you discovered?" Mars asked and Lara saw where this was going when she shook her head no.
"Lynette we have other duties and have to move on but you are the Shadow responsible for Riverrun. There are 3 other shadows and if you absolutely must let Edmure in that you are his protection." Lara commanded and after a quick meeting they scattered with Mars now riding north to Torrhen's Hol to allow Aleia to heal alongside her child.
Lara also went north but instead took a different route to Winterfell knowing with the baby kick this much King Torrhen would be home soon to see his newborn babe.
Later that night with Edmure sending Petyr a distrustful eye Marq Piper shot the arrow that sent his father's boat aflame. He was now lord of the Riverlands.
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The loud noise of the bronze cup smashed against the wall as the young dornish prince paced back and forth hearing his enemy was close to surrounding Sunspear.
"Prince Quentyn, the wolf has taken our southern shores while on the western front he does not need to waste his men since the houses fight amongst themselves. We must flee Sunspear or surrender my Prince. That is our only option." Lord Damien Lake urged knowing his small numbers could not beat back the war horse that was the North.
Quentyn with anger in his eyes looked up at the man drawing his sword. Before the minor lord could defend himself Quentyn's steel was lunged into the man's heart killing him instantly.
His 22 year old daughter who against her will acted as whore and sex slave to Cletus Yronwood ran to her father's side cradling him.
"I want you to imprison the whole of House Lake and send them to Ghaston Grey when we recapture it Cletus. Merge her father's army with yours and get her out of my sight." Quentyn said in disgust as once again another house defected from his side.
Just two nights ago Lord Daeron Vaith of Vaith took his whole household away in the night kneeling before the wolf king in Rhaenys Plaza.
A loud cackling could be heard from the far side of the room from Ser Ulwyck Uller. The now Lord of Hellhot who had been brought before court to surrender his home now drew all eyes to him.
"Seems the little boy has lost another house to protect him. Who is going to protect you when the big bad wolf comes for your head?" The bloody and scarred up Ulwyck said after a fresh round of torture.
"You attempted to kill your queen and failed, attempted to kill your sister and her children and failed, and now you attempted to keep Dorne whole to fight for you against the wolf and guess what?" He asked pausing for dramatic effect.
"Your failed. You cannot even find little baby Lewyn Martell. How about you write yourself a sappy suicide note and go out on your own terms you pathetic piece of SHIT." He boomed out the last part and an anger sparked in Quentyn once again. This time it stemmed from knowing he was betrayed by the Lannisters who promised support against the wolf but backed down now.
In his anger he snatched a spear from a Martell guard and with the training by his uncle Oberyn threw the spear connecting in the bounded man's sternum. Shock hit him as he watched his only real prisoner besides Ellaria fall to the ground in his prison garms. The last action the man made was the same cackle showing the man's death would not be in vain; the rebellion was all but over.
Silence filled the room as all the other minor lords now looked for exits to Essos or pleas to the Wolf King. Silence did not reign long as a runner bearing the gate of Yronwood came in the room. He was recognized as the youngest male cousin to escape the wolf in his home; Romero.
"Prince Quentyn we have found the location of Lewyn, you must come immediately." Romero urged and then caught site of the dead lord of Hellhot thus ending the natural born line.
Excited by the new development Quentyn quickly ran past his guards and leaping over the body of Ulwyck to see where his nephew was hiding. When the doors closed the lords and even the guards bearing the sunspear of Martell all talked about defection.
Little did they know defection would be unnecessary.
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Robby the street rat and shadow to King Torrhen walked down the hall past the Martell guards shaking in fear with a tray of food in his hands. Showing fear on his face he approached the large door guarded by two Yronwood men and nearly dropped the cheese platter.
"Serving boy it is about time you came, Prince Doran has been hungry. Lord knows the old man could use some comfort of the stomach after his bitching and moaning about his gout acting up." The guard said mocking the now former Prince of Dorne since Quentyn took control. The Martell guards wanted to act so badly and free their Prince but did not want to risk angering the new prince.
"Yes noble guard of course. Can you please hold this tray for one second though?" He asked still shaking and now showing it in his voice. The guard initially looks affronted but soon relents taking the tray.
The fear that once crossed his face was quickly replaced by a sadistic smile and the boy looked at the guard with his his hands full. Before either guard could react Robby acted.
Taking a dagger from his sleeve he swiped at the guard closest to him and with the guard holding a tray he could not fight back as he felt the skin of his throat get sliced opened.
The other guard too in shock did not act right away which made things all too easy for the trained assassin Robby. Catching the falling try and placing it on the ground he rolled out of the sword strike to the guards backside.
With a quick stab both guards now laid dead. The Martell guards went to pull their blades and call for alarms until all 4 felt steel against their throats by hooded mysteries.
"You scream and it will not change anything since we will still win. The only difference is you will be dead in one situation and in the other you live. Now I know Prince Doran is behind this door, what is the layout?" He asked and three guards chose to remain quiet but one guard knew this was the moment they were free of Quentyn.
"There is a large room with four bedrooms breaking off in it. House Yronwood has 5 guards at the moment watching over Areo Hotah, Ellaria Sand, and Prince Doran. Free our prince whoever you are." He begged and the shadows watching the other three guards having their throat slit leaving them to die in the hallway. Horror filled his eyes watching his friends get killed before him and thinking he was never going to see his daughter ever again.
"You were helpful to us and they were not. Now tell me how many windows and is there balcony?"
"Aye there is a balcony that stretches over the common areas. The two front windows belong to the two front bedrooms while the back bedrooms are against this back wall. Please do not kill me." He said now falling to his knees begging for his life.
"We will not kill you little man, you were most helpful now if you want to keep this alive status you better move these bodies to the other room while we free Doran." Robby said and disappeared into the other room with his shadows to enact the plan. They knew about the windows and balcony but now found a guard they could trust and possibly manipulate for their king in the future.
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Ellaria sat alone in her room after once again having to defend herself from rape against the guards. Since Doran lost control of his own men her life had been a living hell and her frizzy hair gave the impression she had not bathed for the past week.
Looking out her window that was placed over the balcony she saw the same guard leering at her almost exposed body with perverse thoughts in his head. She was not afraid of those thoughts but only when indulged by her lover Oberyn.
As the lust filled his eyes he suddenly jerked and now showed a lifeless look that only spoke of one thing; death.
His body was flung away from her window and over the railing she presumed when she heard the window now start to open wide. Crawling to the far corner she picked up a dagger she had hid under the bed and held it out before her.
In from the window that once contained the leering Yronwood guard now showed a short lean figure wearing all black leap through the window. She was about to scream when the figure pulled the hood back showing the dark face of Oberyn's youngest daughter not from her; Sarella Sand.
In pure joy she dropped the dagger and ran to her engulfing her into a hug but was soon pulled back.
"We are here to get you out but I need you to stand in the far corner and draw one guard in here. It cannot be distress though." Sarella told her and Ellaria thought for a second before finding the perfect way. She obeyed and moved to the far corner and awaited the signal of Sarella. With the nod she let out a loud moan like she was playing with herself.
Continuing her moan it did not take long for a horny guard to run into the room and see Ellaria very clothed and not horny at all sitting in the corner of the room. It was a second later a dagger sliced the man's throat from the small Sarella. The guard standing over Doran saw this and raised his now unsheathed sword over the Prince's head. Before the blade could come down on him and arrow entered the man's skull ending the threat to Doran's life.
It was a chaotic 5 seconds as the two shocked guards were mercilessly killed by the Shadows. Ellaria walked out to see the bruised up Areo Hotah with a spear pressed against the the back of his neck by a still hooded Shadow. To their right rising up after slashing the final guard's throat as if it was as easy as drinking water a man approached Sarella.
"Ah Sarella that was wonderfully done, King Torrhen will most definitely hear about this and will be most pleased with you. Now Doran as you can see here King Torrhen is back in control, when we wheel you out to court you will order the surrender of all your forces and order the gates open to allow the wolves into Sunspear." Robby told now staring down the once captive prince who was held by his own son.
"If you refuse to listen to reason we will slit you and your bodyguard's throats without a second thought and still force Sunspear to surrender from within regardless."
Doran sat back and thought about his options and knew his reign was at an end. His son's coup had all but ended and the wolf would once again rule Dorne.
"Fine but I want a fair trial by King Torrhen to be supervised by himself with a group of impartial judges to advise him. Also Areo will receive his own fair trial." Doran bargained knowing this was the most he could get out of this situation.
"I will speak with King Torrhen but if he so chooses that I am to kill you on the spot, I will drive a spear so far up your ass the tip will be coming out of your mouth. Sarella keep your uncle safe along with the lovely Ellaria while we slit the throat of Prince Quentyn." Robby said departing with a bow and two shadows.
Areo Hotah went to go after Robby to protect the prince but soon felt the other remaining Shadow's spear pressed lightly against his gut.
"Take a seat please Areo because I would hate to kill you. Ellaria can you pour us some wine while we wait?" Sarella asked his father's lover and Areo stared into the dark skinned woman's eyes.
After the wine had been distributed they all sat down and waited in silence
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Quentyn ran down the hall keeping up with Romero until they were met by Cletus Yronwood at an intersection.
"My Prince I have heard the news and came as soon as I heard. Shall we secure your throne together." Cletus said walking towards the prince and Quentyn pushing his long black hair out of the way gave a little laugh before shaking forearms.
"We will secure my throne and then you and your cousins will once again have your home back from those damn mutts. Now let us plot later and kill now."
At that order from his prince Romero then at the same pace as before ran down the halls with his older cousin following behind now. They reached the western halls and came to a large door but Romero hesitated in opening the door once they reached it.
"Well cousin open the door so we can see the babe. Do not leave Prince Quentyn waiting." Cletus said impatiently pushing the younger cousin out of the way and flinging the door open. What caught his eyes caused his heart to nearly stop at the sight.
All around a conference table holding 8 people sat his family members, many of which escaped the castle in Yronwood fleeing to Sunspear away from the wolf. On the closest chair to him sitting at the end was his mother Lady Raula Yronwood who had the knife that killed her still logged into her chest. She was dressed in a fine gown probably expecting to see her family for dinner.
To her left was his bastard cousin Doran Sand who had taught him all he knew about swordplay. His eyes and tongue were taken out of his face and laid on the plate before him. Next to those was a red organ that they recognized as a heart.
Opposite of him still in her small clothes was his eldest sister and the mighty dornish warrior Layla Yronwood who had a bolt sticking out of her forehead. They must have caught her unawares by the dress and the look on her face.
This went on for four more people with the next being displayed in an equally if not more grotesque position. Finally at the head of the table was the still breathing Lord Anders Yronwood who was tied down to the chair with some wire that had barbs in it that the farmers had just started using. Around his thin neck the wire wrapped around to tie off behind the chair not allowing his neck to move from that spot.
Father and son met eyes as a woman in her late teens or early twenties rose from behind his large wooden chair, Quentyn recognized her immediately as Rhaenys' friend Amanda.
"Queen Rhaenys Stark and the rightful Princess of Dorne Arianne Martell send their regards." She said plunging her sword into the soft woven pattern on the back of the massive chair, the sword pierced the Lord of Yronwood's heart causing him to die looking at the dead form of his wife.
Cletus turned towards his cousin Romero who did not know any of this was suppose to happen in anger. Romero had been told his family would survive the day if he did them this act and now he was betrayed.
Romero went to explain but Cletus drawing his sword slice the boy's head off clean and turned his attention to the woman who killed his father; she was not there anymore. Hearing footsteps run away from him he saw Quentyn run towards the secret tunnel fleeing for his life. The wolf was coming and his fate was locked.
Shaking his head in disbelief he turned his head back towards the room and had his sword at the ready. Slowly stepping around the body filled table Cletus kept his sense open waiting for the smallest smell or creak to tell him where the assassin was. Making his way to the far end of the room he came across a door.
With a hard kick of the door it smashed open and he hid to the side waiting for an arrow or bolt to fly through the air. None came though, not even the sound of running feet. Raising his sword at the ready Cletus moved his sword to the ready and placed himself in front of the opening.
As he was inspecting the empty storage closet a split second of silver passed his eye sight, before he could react though a heavy rock that was sitting atop a support beam was pushed to the ground causing the barbed wire too tight around his throat.
The rock tied with the other end of the barbed wire being pushed the opposite way down the beam force the body of Cletus to rise up in the air 4 feet clawing at his throat for relief. None came as with the pop of his eyes the life of Cletus Yronwood had ended.
From the support beams two sisters jumped to the ground smiling at their handing work.
"Good work on killing Layla, who knew all you had to do was tell her a whore was waiting for her and she would drop her weapon that quick. I bet she was surprised when you stepped out of the shadows with the crossbow." Amanda said feeling said bolt feeling how deep it was stuck into the forehead.
"Well she was no more shocked than when you tied Anders before his dead family. Now I imagine we have shadows following Quentyn fleeing so let us tell Doran it is time to surrender."
With a nod both sisters moved towards the apartment to end the civil war of Dorne once and for all.
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It was an early morning that five men bearing the Umber giant approached a large man with a scar across his face. The plaza was still empty seeing as it was just past sunrise and the stranger sat on the steps with a bag of golden coins.
"Ah friend I see you bare the wolf of Stark and just came from or headed to training." The man said pointing to the scarred man's attire of basic training leather bearing the wolf.
"Also just like us it seems you have received your pay. How about we use these dice and gamble some of our money away? I am Rhaegar Noland formerly of Lyarra's Beauty now of The Last Hearth. You are?" The man asked not recognizing him since him and his friends had only just joined the southern war, even more recently met their overlord Greatjon.
The man seeing he was not recognized could only raise his eyebrows. He stroked his long thick beard and looked at the man.
"I will warn you fighting with the wolf has shown me only aggression in the battlefield, the bed, and most importantly the gambling arena. You can hand over your gold right now if you want." He jested positing himself near the other men and threw down three gold coins.
The men look at the large man and see even though he is only in his early 20's he has seen many of battles.
"I am Torr to my friends, now let us gamble new friends." He roared and the man matching the bet threw down three gold coins with all the others matching the bet.
It was four hours later and now telling each other of war stories while Torr told his but changed some of the names. Torr's once heavy bag was now significantly lighter with only ten or so coins left.
"Ah Torr if half of what you say is true than you are a much better warrior than a gambler." A woman said who was eyeing him with lust. They had been lightly flirting back and forth since they met.
"My dear I would love to show you in the sparring ring or the bedroom if you would prefer." He sent her a wink causing the men to roar in laughter and the woman to start to consider accepting the proposal.
From the far end of the now busy courtyard they heard the stomping of boots and a fierce dothraki warrior at the head of them. Her arakh was sheathed but the fierce blue facepaint gave her a wide path.
"Shit. Guys she is pissed at me for some reason and would not rather tempt fate by her finding me right now. I am going hide, tell her that you saw a bearded man walking down that alley looking suspicious." He asked as she was nearing their group looking at all the men with beards closely looking for someone.
Noland thought about telling the man to fuck off for a second but realized that Asheffi was much more terrifying in person than the rumors, this poor man deserved a chance flee from her. She was 150 feet away and you could feel the terrifying aura off of her.
With a nod Torr quickly hid behind a pillar out of sight from the dothraki. Only hearing the mumbling he soon heard the footsteps now running down the alley. With a sigh Torr revealed himself and approached the men.
"Let me thank you and buy you all some rounds with what little gold I have left. I know the perfect place." He suggested and the group knowing they had nothing to do until the Greatjon approached them with the plan nodded in agreement.
It was as the sun was going down that the woman Nyra was sitting on Torr's laps and they were all laughing telling a round of jokes. Torr had gone through his coins but Rhaegar being the big winner started picking up the tab. Every once in awhile Torr would get some looks but no one came up to him.
Nyra who was grinding her ass against the man's groin started to tell them a joke when the door to the quiet tavern busted nearly off its hinges revealing Ser Arthur with six members of the Ice Warriors. Beside him was the beautiful Bloody Wolf Lynda Stark, and next to her was the fearsome Wolf Guard Asheffi.
Torr being in the line of sight of the door was spotted by the three and a sigh of relief exited from them.
"Khal Torrhen we have been looking everywhere for you. Thank the gods you safe." Asheffi said and now glaring at the man who directed her in wrong alley.
"Brother I see you found another woman to carry a bastard of yours huh. Knocking up Melissa Pyke was not enough." She said approaching her brother and draining the rest of his mead much to his chagrin. They had definitely grown closer as siblings in a much different way than his younger twin sisters. With them he felt a urge to shield them if possible and protect them, with Lynda he truly had a friend.
"Ser Arthur I said I needed some space today and I meant it. Since we came to Planky Town to wait for our next move I have not been able to breathe without having Greatjon, Tormund, or some other lord ramming law proposals down my throat." He roared out frustrated.
The group of Umber men and sole woman now looked at the man they were talking about best position to fuck a whore in, in utter shock. They thought he was only a captain but to find out Torr means Torrhen Stark the Lord Winterfell.
"Lord Stark you are ruler of the North and they are overlords in the North, what do you expect?" Ser Arthur said sitting down next to the man Roland who gave him a wide berth. Seeing the bread on the table Ser Arthur grabbed it and ripped off a piece for him.
"Well while we are here I will not hear no more proposals and Greatjon will just have Ajax route it through my sister. Now Roland, Dixon, Willice, Willy, and the lovely Nyra I must bid you ado since my daughter will not shut up about me teaching her cyvasse."
With that he left them all in the pub with Ser Arthur and Asheffi running after him to perform their protection duties. Lynda seeing her brother's spot open now sat there raising his glass for the shocked barmaid to refill it.
She quickly came over with a fresh flagan for the Wolf Princess.
"Here keep them coming for the whole place and this is the tip my brother meant to leave before he was rude and ran off." Lynda said to the young girl helping her mother. In her hand now given to her by Lynda Stark was a heavy sack of gold, enough to pay their expenses for the whole year.
Torrhen for his part walked in silence after ordering Asheffi to stop pestering him with concerns of his safety.
They reached a training ring where the newly arrived Domina Hill was learning the art of the spear from Prince Oberyn. Upon seeing Torrhen, Domina dropped the spear and ran towards her father giving him a tight hug.
"Ah there you are princess. I sure hope you are not giving Obe a hard time like you gave your sister." Torrhen said parting her hair and kissing her forehead.
"Ellaria wanted to play dolls but father I am much too mature for kid games like that."
A snort could be heard from the other end of the training arena as Elia Sand decided to butt in.
"I sure hope you are better at dolls than you were at sword play cause if not you're a lost cause." She snickered walking up with her live steel training blade making the 9 year old Domina jealous.
"Well at least my father is stronger than your father. He already proved it in Riverrun." Domina said puffing out her chest causing Oberyn and Torrhen to look at each other snickering to themselves.
Oberyn knew that over the years Torrhen has slightly diminished in the art of swordplay with his duties to the people of his lands but was truly unsure who had the edge now.
"Nah uh you horses behind, oh wait that was your face. I get the two confused. My daddy is so much quick than your father but he only lets him win because he is king." Elia said now stomping her way towards her arch nemesis.
"My father will show the snake is stronger than the weak puppy." At this everyone in the training grounds gasped that even someone as young as Elia Sand would question the strength of the wolf.
Oberyn who was putting the practice weapons away quickly ran to her side and his normal smiling face was gone with that of the stern father.
"Elia Sand you will take yourself out of this ring and go to your room. I will not have my king and most importantly friend Torrhen mocked by anyone let alone my own daughter. Now go." He said making her scared of her father for the first time in her life.
She quickly walked up to the entrance with Domina quickly following after a glance at her own father.
"Your Grace please forgive my daughter, she did not mean the insult." Oberyn quickly apologized.
"Ah come off it Obe, if I got offended every time a young girl insulted me than the very sight of Rhaenys would have wounded me from her youth." Torrhen said recalling his wife's foul mouth when they were children.
From the main entrance came running the bastard of Lord Anders Yronwood, Ramsey Sand. Looking around the man with long wild hair everywhere looked the grounds in frantic hesitation, upon seeing his king he ran inside the training grounds with a smile on his face. Dropping to his knee he lowered his head.
"Your Grace, we have received a messenger from our outpost just south of Sunspear."
At this all eyes were on the orator of court.
"It is time to move in and take Sunspear. House Yronwood is all but dead and the usurper Quentyn has fled his home. Greatjon already knows and is forming up his men. All we need to do is march up and accept their surrender." At the word surrender by Ramsey the whole of the bailey let out a loud cheer and smiles crossed all the warrior's face except Torrhen who could only pray to the Old Gods that Arianne was still safe.
"Prince Oberyn it is time we see your brother and tonight we will celebrate fucking our lovers all night long." Torrhen told his battle brother giving him a wide grin and a hug which Oberyn returned.
When all the noised calmed down and the soldiers were being moved out into formation by their commanders Ramsey still stood there with a less joyous look on his face.
Oberyn catching this asked the long haired bastard first.
"Ramsey is there more?"
"Well as you know Lord Uller was killed in battle leaving no heirs or children besides your lover Prince Oberyn." At this news which greatly saddened the camp when they found out he nodded.
"Well his brother Ser Ulwyck Uller was killed still bounded as a last act of cowardice before Quentyn fled. My Prince your lover and four youngest Sand Snakes are the last Ullers."
At this news Ramsey departed to get his steed ready for marching leaving an angry Oberyn in his wake.
"Raul Sand get your fucking ass over here." Oberyn boomed as Torrhen went to pat the man on his shoulder in comfort.
The captain of the Red Vipers ran over leaving his commanders to organize their own ranks.
"With the permission of King Torrhen you will hunt down that little fucking weasel of a nephew of mine and show him no mercy. If you bring him back to me unharmed I will have the lot of you flogged. Bring him back alive but slaughter the men that ride with him." Oberyn looked over to his king for confirmation, with a nod from the large Wolf King Raul ran off to give his men new orders.
"Obe, we will give him dornish justice for you. Leave your men to the hunt cause I need you by my side when we enter Sunspear."
With that both men made their ways to the small castle in Planky Town which had been their home. Along the way they made some decisions that would rock Oberyn's family.
(Two Days Later)
The atmosphere in the court was a very different than the previous day. Gone was the disorder with the short rule of Quentyn and now began the reign of Princess Arianne Martell.
The throne was empty but standing to the left of the throne was the newly arrived Lord Edric Dayne standing alongside his aunt Allyria Dayne. They had snuck out in the middle of the night heading towards Sunspear the day Lord Eddard had left.
Next to the lord of Starfall was the seneschal of Hellhot, Braant Perle. The sad look that was a stranger on his face became his only friend since finding out about the death of the man he had helped raised, Ulwyck.
Positioned on the other side of the throne was the smirking Lord Trebor Jordayne who happily accepted his spot as the third highest house in Dorne just behind Martell and Dayne. It had been at the personal insistence of King Torrhen that his house be rose to such prominence after his loyalty the whole way through. Next to him was his newly married daughter Lady Myria Bolton. Domeric for his part gently held his wife's hand but could not take his eyes off Obara Sand who stood in her Wolf Guards robes at the door.
The more faithful you were to the wolf the closer you stood the the throne. At the tail end of the line up was the disgraced 12 year old Gwyneth Yronwood who could only hope her father and brother's betrayal would not leave her without a head.
It was only her and three other cousins who still breathed from those who had escaped Yronwood from the wolf. She looked forward to once again seeing her sister and the Wolf King's Master of Coin, Ynys Yronwood but did not want to see the disgusted looks from her.
Cletus had sent Ynys a messenger in The Southern Driftwood requiring her along with their bastard brother Ramsey to come home with their troops. The response they received was the head of the messenger without his tongue or eyes. Inside his mouth was a common rat.
Everyone straightened their backs and stopped their talking when the door was opened. To everyone's shock the first person to enter was Prince Doran Martell being pushed by Areo Hotah. Behind them Ellaria walked with her back straight and a sneer at all those who betrayed the wolf.
Doran instead of being moved up to his former seat; the throne, was moved alongside House Dayne. Ellaria for her part moved to the person who taught her to read as a youth and was in fact a de facto parent to her; Braant Perle. They embraced with Ellaria hiding her tears for her lost father and uncle.
The next to arrive was a wave of Martell soldiers who had been imprisoned due to refusing to follow the false prince as they called him. In perfect motions they walked along side the far wall encompassing the throne room.
All eyes at once turned to the entrance as they saw Princess Arianne Martell walking towards the throne gingerly still nursing her wound. Her face much skinnier now due to the starvation from her brother had a much more fierce look to it.
To her right Sarella Sand walked slightly behind her holding onto the babe that everybody instantly knew was Princess Arianne's babe Lewyn Martell. Without as so much of a look towards her father she climbed the stair and just stared at the chair.
Without sitting in it she turned around facing the crowd.
"I Princess Arianne Martell hereby claim my birthright and declare the disgraced Prince Quentyn Martell and outlaw to Dorne. He is to be killed without mercy upon sight, anyone found housing my brother will face dornish justice." She said in a commanding and elegant voice. The silkiness in her voice took off the bitterness only leaving the edge to the promise.
She could not say another word when an elegant Ramsey Sand walked into the room taking a place next to the door after sending a dirty look towards his half-sister Gwyneth. The king's entourage had arrived that morning but had hid away from all the southern lords.
"Presenting Lord Jon Umber." He boomed out and a large man walked in with a scowl on his face knowing his son died in the Old Palace. Equipped was his battle armor along with his great sword.
He moved up next to House Dayne showing his importance to the man who was at the end of line.
"Next is the Lord of Torrhen's Hol, Lord Tormund Giantsbane along with his daughter Dame Munda Giantsbane."
In came a man and woman dressed in battle armor and similarly moved to the right of throne forcing House Uller to move down slightly.
This continued for 15 more minutes until only three more parties remained.
"Presenting the Lady of Yronwood and the Mistress of Coins, Ynys Yronwood."
At this an elegant woman walked in wearing a revealing yellow dornish dress. Her hair tied back she stopped by her sister who could not take her eyes off the ground.
"Come sisters the traitors are dead, let us take our place at our king's place." She said presenting her elbow. Gweneth looked up at her sister in shock.
"You are a 12 year old girl, did you think King Torrhen would ever think you had any kind of power in our family to betray him? Come sister kneel before him and serve him alongside me and we will show the ghost of our father and brother how strong women lead our family. No more pathetic males." She said smiling towards her younger sister. With a slight smile she took the elbow and they walked up towards the throne. A few of the houses that had equally been guilty as Yronwood now looked at them with disgust over their face.
Upon taking their spot at the front of the line Ramsey continued.
"Presenting the Red Viper and uncle to Princess Arianne, Prince Oberyn Martell. Along with him is Elia Sand, Obella Sand, Dorea Sand, Loreza Sand."
Oberyn walked in wearing his red leather armor and sword at his side. Behind him his four daughters walked in looking at the people around them. Upon seeing their mother all four disregarded customs and sprinted towards her and gave her a huge hug not letting go.
Ellaria for her part had tears in her eyes that could not help but release when feeling her lover now engage in the hug.
"Uncle, as much as I love seeing you reunite with your family I am missing mine as well." Arianne said kindly taking the family from their moment.
"Of course niece. Ah Doran you are looking good, I see Dorne has treated you well. Despite some choices you have made we are yet reunited." Oberyn said now standing up and looking towards his brother.
"When one has rule the choices never seem that easy Oberyn." Doran advised him and turned his head towards the entrance.
"Presenting the Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North, King of the North, Riverlands, Tyrosh, The Stepstones, and DORNE; King Torrhen Stark, The Second of his name. Along with him is Princess Ellaria Martell and Princess Domina Hill."
The large bearded king was not the first thing they saw though. The first thing through the door was the large pure black wolf Artos. His blood red eyes scanned the crowd making many cower in their boots.
The wolf made it to the front almost bowing to Arianne who petted him. Turning back to the door Artos let out a loud howl and upon seeing her husband come Arianne with great care move down the steps moving to the right. She then carefully went to one knee holding her head down.
All followed suit as Ser Arthur and Asheffi first walked through the entrance scanning the crowd. Many who peeked up could only look at the dothraki in awe seeing the warrior paint across her face. Her many feats had made it across Westeros with most before today only thinking they were tall tales.
Finally emerging in a now much more trimmed beard showing more of his handsome face came Torrhen Stark. His court clothes which were a mix of armor and traditional clothes were finely pressed with Vengeance at his hip.
Attached to his hand the 7 year old Ellaria who held onto her wooden wolf made by her father. Behind her dressed in a traditional northern dress Domina came in.
They walked at an even pace till they stood before Arianne.
"King Torrhen, I Princess Arianne Martell hereby surrender Dorne to you."
"Rise love and give me a kiss." He orders her and helps her up with a greeting by his lips. Ellaria for her part hugs her mother's leg tightly.
"Now that I have tasted my wife for the first time in much too long let us get this over with. I have someone in mind I need to ravish tonight." He said staring at his wife Arianne and sitting in her seat. She takes the small seat next to him. He sends a nod towards Ramsey who has a roll of parchment before him.
"Lady Ellaria Sand and her children, please present yourself before King Torrhen." Ramsey dictates and a surprised Ellaria walks her children out before King Torrhen.
"Your Grace before you begin my daughter Elia has something to request."
Elia on shaky legs moves towards her king and kneels.
"I know I am much too young and still have a lot of training before me but I would like to request to begin training to one day become a member of your Wolf Guard. I realize my actions towards you the other day was uncalled for and know I need a life of purpose. Let me one day have my purpose be to protect you and your family." She said slightly trembling. She had brought up the idea knowing the great insult she said towards him and also saw how proud her eldest sister was to serve.
He looked down at the kneeling girl and waved Oberyn up to the throne. When Oberyn got in close they started whispering in hushed voices back and forth for a good 5 minutes. With a nod towards his friend Oberyn walked down the steps once more.
"Dame Brienne of Winterfell please step forward."
From the crowd Brienne stepped before the throne and knelt beside Elia.
"When you can I want you to start training Elia in the ways of combat. I have heard she is skilled with a spear but she must be equally deadly with her blade. You are a great person for any young woman to look up to and you will be her mentor." She could only look up in pride at the compliment her king paid to her.
"I would give her to Asheffi to train but I do not think I trust Asheffi to train a child." He said sending said dothraki a wink who only laughed back.
"Yes Your Grace I accept the responsibility set before me."
"Rise now, we have other business to attend to. Elia you will become her shadow learning everything from proper riding to weapon cleaning. Now Ellaria Sand I am sad to hear the news of your uncle's passing and we will get both bodies to Hellhot for burial. The problem is it leaves an opening in the ruling body of Hellhot."
Ellaria looks up at this expecting her home to be given to someone else since it was the only logical step.
"I hereby grant you and your children the name Uller forever ridding yourself of the name Sand. Since Elia will train to become Wolf Guard Obella Uller will become heir to Hellhot."
Torrhen is expecting a verbal response but receives a tight hug by Ellaria.
"You have been a very good friend to me over the years Ellaria and I would never take your home away from you. Now you must let go before Oberyn suspects there is something between us." He says and sends a jesting wink towards Oberyn who is laughing and is filled with pride seeing the looks of happiness on his daughter's face.
She let go and pulled her daughters back in line while Elia followed Brienne.
"Also your eldest four Oberyn will be given the name Martell. I know it does not mean much but we will have Nymeria's tomb changed from Sand to Martell. Tyene thanks to my brother already has a different name so she will remain a Stark."
Obara could only have a look of shame on her face feeling the now growing stomach which still small enough to be hidden underneath her clothes. She had betrayed her king by the breaking of her vows and now betrayed her father in the same act.
The night prior she had approached her king with the truth but he had revealed he had already known. She was still awaiting judgement and her future punishment.
"I would also like to personally thank House Dayne and Jordayne for being there from the beginning. Now onto the next house Ramsey."
Ramsey now looked at his parchment before speaking.
"House Toland please present yourself before King Torrhen."
With that three females all stepped from the far back and moved closer before stopping at the throne.
"I do not need to hear your excuses on why you followed Quentyn but I have spoken to the judges already and come to a verdict." He told them and they looked up praying to the gods he was merciful.
"Lady Nymella, you shall serve in the court of Winterfell serving my Aunt Ashara hand and feet when we all get back home. Lady Valena, you will take over as lady of the keep while paying high tributes to House Martell for ten years. Any sign of rebellion from you or your unborn child and heir will result in death. Am I clear?" Torrhen asked and the mother and daughter could only look up in shock know they got off easy so far.
"Yes Your Grace." They reply in unison.
"Asher Forrester please step forward." He asked and the Lord of the Sleepy Refuge to step forward. The red haired lord stepped forward leaving his father's side.
"Lady Teora you are to marry Lord Asher and become Lady of the Sleepy Refuge. If I find you are rebellious or deliberately sabotage the advancement of that island I will personally punish your family rather than you. Are we clear?" He warned.
Teora looked up at the red haired man and nodded accepting, she was thankful he was at least handsome.
"Yes Your Grace, I will be a good Lady of the Sleepy Refuge." She curtsied and with a wave of his hands they disappeared from his sight.
Next to stand before him was the five children of House Gargalen of the Salt Shore. Myra now had her sword arm wrapped up where her hand use to be.
"Ah be done with it, we know Prince Oberyn talked to you about our father's deal before his death at the hands of Jon Stark. We are to keep our lands." Donnel said with a cocky grin. His grin disappeared when he stared into the blood red eyes of Artos who was ready to bite his throat out.
"Ah yes Obe had talked to me about the deal but you forget something you little shit." Torrhen said rising from his seat. The rest of the siblings slinked back a little when he walked down the steps, Donnel stood strong staring the Wolf King in the eye.
He was soon slumped over in pain though as Torrhen's fist connected with his gut. His hair was yanked back and with the unsheathing of Vengence Donnel pissed himself feeling the cold blade pressed against his skin.
"I could slit your throat right here and now and no one would rush to your aid or rally the banners around you. Do you know why?"
"N-n-no Your Grace?"
"Cause I have the power and you will respect that power. Oberyn is an advisor, not the king. Now you and Doran will go to the wall and serve faithfully giving your life if need be beside your black brothers. If you do not I will take your family out of your ancestral home and Allana here will be working the whore houses in Rhaenys Plaza by the next night shift. Are we clear?"
Donnel looked into the eyes of the Savage Wolf and saw it was a promise not a threat nodding. Allana for her part was looking scared hating the idea of ever having her body on display for any stranger with a few coins. She even hated to wear revealing clothes unlike most dornish women.
With a hard shove to the ground Donnel scrambled to his feet as Vengence was sheathed. Slowly walking up the steps Torrhen looked around and saw the fight and rebellion in many of the soon to be judged eyes disappear.
"I was talking with Tormund here and his son Dryn has not found a suitor yet so Myra you will head north to Torrhen's Hol and marry him before the old gods. If you are a good wife that treats him well and gives him children if it is feasible your sister Allana will remain in Salt Shore as lady leading a happy life with your younger brother."
"Yes Your Grace." Myra said dipping into a curtsy.
"House Ladybright get your ass up here. I might as well do you too since your family was so close to House Gargalen."
Alyse who at one time had one of the nicest rooms in the Sunspear being an advisor to Doran now looked very frazzled and tired after her night in the cells. Lyle for his part stood tall and proud.
"Alyse you are no long an advisor to Sunspear since Dayne and Jordayne are taking the place of Ladybright and Yronwood, you will go to Rhaenys Plaza and continue to grow that into the destination where people all from Essos and Westeros desire to visit. Lyle you, your wife Ciara, and little Rhaenys will come up to Harrenhal and serve as an advisor."
Lyle looked up confused by the lack of punishment towards them.
"Your niece Alyse never actually advise politically, only financially so that is why she are not being punished. You on the other hand are a brilliant military mind which I may need in the Riverlands. The stag and the lion will be at our door one day and I need someone to know how to protect that door and fight back."
Alyse who looked up at the man she hated at one time now with conflicted emotions. While being very savage towards Donnel and threatening to put Allana in a whore house he also knew tact where it belonged. Quentyn may have been wrong about the Savage Wolf, he may be the man to bring vengence to the lion for the death of their princess; Elia Targaryen.
The judgement went on for two hours more with more people being pardoned since he needed Dorne at full strength for the upcoming war for Westeros.
The last person was the one everyone was waiting for. Rolled in front of the throne Doran Martell sat alongside his old friend and guard Areo Hotah staring at his daughter who had taken over the judgements.
"Father I know you have Dorne's interest in heart but you failed her utterly and completely. Me and my husband both agree that you shall be banished to Southern Driftwood till the end of your days. Areo Hotah will accompany you where you will remain in a villa under the watch of House Waters. You will leave tonight father." She commanded and with a wave she dismissed her father for the last time. Once he vacated the room with Martell guards Ramsey Snow called the session to an end.
It was on his way towards the bedroom that with Brienne and her shadow Elia Uller a messenger came up to him while he held onto little Verona Snow. The three year old cuddled close to her father asking him about her mother while she struggled to stay awake.
Behind him his 15 year old adopted daughter Triana Stark held onto her little brother Lewyn.
"Elia I have my hands full, could you read the message please?" He asked. She gave a nod and opened the parchment.
Dearest Love,
How my loins ache for you once again to plant a child in me. The other night Talla watched Bennard all night so I was able to touch myself thinking of your hard cock inside me.
"How about we skip that part. Below that should be a portion talking about business." He quickly said and she thankfully stopped reading about her cousin touching herself.
Scanning over the two whole pages of things she never wanted to hear about her cousin she finally got to the business part.
I am with the middle stag right now and we are leaving with them by night fall. Randyll Tarly, Uncle Ned, and the rest of the soldiers have already left so they should be there any day if they they have not already arrived.
I am told you were expecting Stannis to force Bran into an earlier union without informing me. Maybe I will keep my legs closed until I feel you have asked for enough forgiveness.
I have already judged the northern dornish houses so do not worry your heart with that love.
I am hearing grumblings of the northern soldiers wanting to go home so as soon as we secure Dorne we must send them home. We will use the soldiers of the fresh dornish houses who did not fight or rebelled as punishment when retrieving my aunt. I have also received confirmation from Quan that your friend in north Essos is ready to receive me and has done research on how to hatch the dragon eggs.
Maybe I will name my first male dragon Torrghar after my wolf lover and my first female one Eligon after my aunt Elia.
Queen Rhaenys Stark, Queen of your cock
"That is unbelievable." Elia gushed.
"I know, she thinks she is the queen of my cock. Then am I the king of her cunt? Or are you talking about her not opening her legs until I am forgiven? She will not last one night." He said with a cocky grin now handing Verona off to her wet nurse.
"Father, I will lay Lewyn in his… bed." Triana started in the common tongue but finished in Tyroshi.
"Bed is the word. You are enjoying having younger siblings arn't you? Lewyn loves you, that much is obvious. I just want you to know I am so proud of you being a great older sister and the best daughter any man could ask for." He said parting her hair. She gave him a gentle smile bathing in his praise. She missed her real father greatly but knew Torrhen never wanted to replace him, rather he encouraged her to remember the Tyroshi heritage and her real father while opening up a new side to her.
"Thank you father." She said kissing him on his cheek and walking down the hall with Lewyn in her arms. A Martell guard was close to their side keeping his eye out for danger.
"That is sweet Your Grace. She really loves you and truly looks towards you as a father. But I was not talking about Queen Rhaenys need for your cock. I was talking about the dragon eggs." She said going back to the letter. He saw Obara approaching him with Asheffi at her side.
"We will discuss that later now Brienne your shift is done. I will have Asheffi by my side along with Obara." He dismissed the two. Brienne fighting against sleep gladly accepted the shift change.
Torrhen not looking at the two woman walked into the conference room that once held the bloody bodies of the Yronwood family.
Asheffi and Obara walk in the room closing the door behind them.
"Does he know you are heavy with child?" Torrhen asked and waited for someone to answer.
"No Your Grace, I am sorry about my be…." She started but was stopped by the slap across her cheek by Asheffi who took her pregnancy as an insult to her khal.
"I will hear none of the apologies. I just have one question for you Obara Martell. Do you wish to continue serving me or wish to raise your child with shame over the head of both of you. Obe was always so proud of your devotion and celibacy, this will leave him broken hearted. Although he loves you and will come to terms."
"I wish to still serve Your Grace." She said quickly knowing even though she misstepped this was the right path. Torrhen nodded and walked over to the table sitting in the chair Lord Anders died in and looked towards his Wolf Guard.
"I have a home I just purchased in the Summer Islands and you will head there in secret. Everybody including your father will think you are on a secret mission, rather you will birth your child and get back into fighting shape. I will have someone pick the child up right away and it will be sent to Lord Marcus Sol to be raised as his bastard. Him and his wife will be brought in on the loop. Them alone will take that secret to their pyre."
She comprehended the plan and knew she was leaving him short handed on protection during a vital time before the war.
"If I find out you even let another man touch you once you return I will publically exile you from Westeros marking you as an oath breaker till your last day. It will be branded on your forehead for all to see. Are we in agreement?" He asked her and she knew this was her one chance to run away from the responsibility and possible punishment.
"I agree to the the terms Your Grace and will never let another man see me in the flesh for sexual reasons. When do I leave?" She asked now feeling humiliated as she looked over at Asheffi and knew from that smile she wanted to be the one to brand her has as oath breaker.
Obara knew at one time she was the Beta while Ser Arthur was the Alpha. Now Asheffi had asserted dominance over all only halting before the Alpha.
"You leave tonight under the name Shara Loy. If anyone recognizes you tell the Shadow that will be staying down there to help keep your cover." Torrhen now rose and walked up to her grabbing her hand.
"You swore yourself before everybody else and I will never forget that devotion, you were my first Wolf Guard but you know why I need you to follow the rules of celibacy right?" He asked and she looked up feeling better that at least her king forgave her for her transgression.
"If it was known I had a child then that child could be used against me to possibly set up an attempt on your life. I will come back stronger than ever Your Grace and once again make you proud of me, I swear it on the old gods." Obara said and melted into a hug by Torrhen. Once they separated and Torrhen left Asheffi still stood in the room. She had a sneer on her face that could have shaken the Mountain.
"You were his first but betray him again and I will ensure his first is found dead on a beach dying alone. There will be no need for exiling a dead woman. Are we clear?" Asheffi said now stepping nose to nose before Obara showing her dominance. Obara in a bad spot knew she could only nod in agreement. With that Asheffi ran out the door and down the hall to catch up with her Khal.
Torrhen for his part walking down the hall came to a door being guarded by two trusted Martell soldiers. With one look at their king approaching they moved aside.
Walking through the door he saw Arriane on the ground playing with Ellaria and a few animal carvings he made for her.
"There you are love. After Harrenhal Tourney I will be sending Mors and Oberyn south with you. I just need some time with my sons before they go away." Torrhen said and walked over to the wet nurse that was holding onto Lewyn and grabbed him out of her arms.
The giggling three year old kept trying to grab at his beard.
"Daddy when will I get to see Mors and Oberyn? I wanna see my brothers." Ellaria said putting the toys down and giving her father a hug.
"Soon princess, very soon. You know even if I am in the Riverlands and you are in Dorne my love for you or any of my children will not be any less right? You will love always be in daddy's heart." Torrhen said giving his daughter a hug in return.
That night mother and father played with their two children till Lewyn let out a little yawn.
"Ellaria I need you to go with the wet nurse to lay down. And no arguing or no Water Gardens tomorrow." Torrhen said sternly before she could put up a fight. With a kiss good night Arianne was left alone in the room with her husband.
While sipping her wine she looked at the mirror and saw her husband walk behind her. Gentle kisses on her neck lit the desire in her once again. She was ready to tell her husband what the surviving Yronwood cousin did to her in captivity but the lust she felt for her husband made all those feelings go out the window.
"You know the maesters told me no more children thanks to Trystan's blade." She said feeling the dress fall off her shoulders leaving her bare.
"We have three beautiful children love, if we want more I will fuck a serving girl with you and you can take that bastard as your child." He told her nibbling her ear. She grinded her bare hips against his growing groin now.
"You know how much I love it when you fuck serving girls in front of me. Tomorrow I will share you but tonight you are all mine." With that Arianne Martell sexually assaulted her husband leaving her moans to fill the hallways.
Elsewhere in Dorne a man dressed as a beggar with a small bag of gold and few family jewels boarded a boat destined for Volantis where he would petition before King Aegon the sixth for his lands back. With one last look to his rear Quentyn said goodbye to Dorne.
A/N:
Lord Damien Lake
Minor lord in Dorne
Nyra Snow
Warrior of the Last Hearth
Torrhen's drinking buddy
Rhaeggar Noland
Torrhen's drinking buddy
Braant Perle
Senschel for House Uller