"Move your feet, don't just stand there!" Oberyn howled at Tyene as she was sparring with Brienne. Tyene had made the mistake of watching Brienne for too long and had barely been able to parry one of Brienne's attacks. She had been used to sparring with Areo Hotah before, but not someone who was, in Dornish term, "a clunky knight". Although Brienne was no longer wearing heavy plate armor, she still moving as though she had been. Tyene's younger sisters were cheering her on, while Sansa and Ellaria watched intently with Doran in the shade.

"Your sworn-sword, sister, was she not in suspicion for killing Renly Baratheon?" Doran asked Sansa.

"She said that it was Stannis and his Shadowbinder from Asshai who killed Renly," Sansa answered. "Brienne said that it was a shadow with Stannis' face that did the deed."

Doran raised an eyebrow. "Do you believe that story?"

"My mother seems to believe her, and she was there in the Renly Baratheon's camp when he died," Sansa mused. "Brienne... doesn't feel like a murderer to me. She doesn't have the intent nor can she gain anything from killing her own king. However, I wouldn't be an excellent judge of character at all." In fact, she was a terrible judge of character. Every single one that she had chosen to trust had been disastrous for her. She had almost put her hands in the fate of Petyr Baelish, but had given up on the chance to leave King's Landing with him for the possibility that she would be married to Loras Tyrell. Every night she thanked the Gods that she was given Oberyn and Ellaria instead.

Doran only chuckled at her words. "You still have much to learn, Sansa," he said, "as Tyene does. We would be having to fight knights in plated armor now, and we thank the Gods that Brienne of Tarth is one."

"Brienne is not yet a knight," Sansa said. "She has the spirit of one, but, she just... wasn't knighted I suppose."

"Then that must be remedied," Doran said. "It is true that there are few female knights even in Dorne, but it can't harm anyone, can it?"

The spar had ended with Tyene's dagger at Brienne's neck and Brienne's broadsword at hers. The younger Sand Snakes cheered while Oberyn had looked quite impressed with the two of them. "You," he said to Tyene, "Need to pay attention to what your opponent is doing." Tyene nodded, and he ruffled his daughter's short hair. Then he turned to Brienne, "and you need to learn not to underestimate your opponents. Tyene does not have much experience in the open field, but it does not mean that she is not capable."

"Lesson well taught, my prince," Brienne replied, and shook hands with Tyene. "You fight very well, Tyene."

"And you as well, Brienne," Tyene returned. "It is a shame that few women out of Dorne have the chance to fight like you." She had rather liked Brienne. She tolerated no nonsense and like her, was eager to prove herself. Tyene herself had illustrious older sisters that she knew that she was only a shadow of. Obara was already commanding small parts of the Dornish army, trusted by both her father and uncle and Nymeria was elegant and beautiful, exceptionally skilled with her whip when she had just begun to train with her double daggers and poisons. She understood the need to be recognized by others, however small the measure.

When they returned to the shade, Tyene was surrounded by her sisters and Brienne dutifully took her place by Sansa's side. Then, she realized Doran's eyes on her. "Come forward, Lady Brienne," Doran said to her, beckoning her to approach while Sansa nodded, signaling that she do as Doran wished. "Lady Brienne, I understand that you are Sansa's sworn sword, but I do hope that you realize that only knights can be sworn swords."

"My Prince, I swore an oath..." Brienne tried to explain, but Doran held up his hand.

"As such, you will be a knight in the service of Princess Sansa of Dorne," Doran continued as Oberyn handed him a ceremonial sword. Brienne was shocked to no end, and even as he unsheathed the jewel-encrusted sword, she stood, almost as though she was as dumb as a post. Loreza crept up to her and poked her in the knee. Only then did she come to her senses and knelt on one knee. Doran touched each of her shoulder with the sword, saying the customary words that were to be said when knighting a person. "Rise a knight, Lady Brienne."

"Thank you, my Prince," Brienne managed to stammer. "I don't know what I can do to repay you... all of you."

"Only your fealty to your charge," Doran said with a curt nod. "Sansa might be new to you, but she has a good heart, and I would like to see it beating for a long time coming, am I understood?"

"Yes, my Prince," Brienne answered, this time with a small smile. "I will guard Princess Sansa with my life." She knew the responsibility that had entailed. Sansa was not only a Dornish princess by marriage, she was also Princess of the North. If Robb Stark had no male heirs, she would be heir to the North and the Riverlands as well. She did not understand much about politics, but she could at least understood that half of Westerosi politics lied on the survival of the alliance that had been forged between Dorne and the North.

Her knighting ceremony had been simple enough, but Brienne was sure to remember it always. There in Dorne, she did not stick out like a sore thumb. It was something that she had sorely loathed, but there in Dorne, no one really cared that she was a woman in armor, or that she didn't know how to curtsy very well. Now, she was full knight, her existence finally validated. The simplicity of her coming to knighthood only reminded her that she was only in a new beginning, that the true struggle was still to come.

"Your Grace, the Hound, Sandor Clegane says he wants an audience with you," one of the guards told Robb. He had been a man paid by Lannister coin, that boy, and now he was a soldier of the North. Robb put down his quill and thanked the guard silently for the distraction. "I'll come with you now."

Running Casterly Rock was exactly as running Winterfell would be. Supplicants day in day out, asking for this and that. He was sure now that he was far more familiar with the affairs of Casterly Rock than he had been with winterfell now, seeing that he was acting lord of Winterfell for only a few short months. He was lucky that Talisa had turned out to be an excellent Queen. She had a head with administration like how he had the head for strategy and battle, and yet, her way of running things was not like that of his mother's at all. While Catelyn would make sure that everything was in order, Talisa had run by numbers, and those numbers were backed by accounts. She knew precisely how much Casterly Rock had in its coffers and she guarded those secrets with her life. Back in Winterfell, Catelyn never dared to ask such questions of her husband. Talisa did not even ask, she had found them out by herself and acted accordingly.

Casterly Rock was soon becoming a familiar place to him. He had once cursed when he would open the wrong door (almost walking in on Nymeria pleasuring an equally lovely girl while one of his men pleasured her, no less) and get lost in hallways that he now traversed easily. He was wondering if he was doing the right thing. Invading on the homes of others and making them his. Casterly Rock was almost as old as Winterfell, but the Lannisters were not always theirs to call home. It had been tricked out of its original owners by Lann the Clever using "only his wits", whatever it meant. He had gained Casterly Rock through conquest, but he had no desire to show any more cruelty to its denizens. They were all lucky that his strategy to appeal to the smallfolk instead of its lords and the rest of the lords of the Westerlands had worked out, or their heads would be resting on spikes.

He had met his mother on the way to the great hall. "What have you heard, Mother?" he asked Catelyn.

"That the Hound is here and he asks to see you," Catelyn replied. "And that he has a boy with him, described to be around Arya's age."

"If it is Arya..." Robb pondered.

"He would want a handsome ransom for her," Robb concluded. Thankfully for him, Talisa was already in her queenly seat, a smaller, elegant chair, next to his. He had given his wife a quick kiss before he turned to face Sandor Clegane and the dirty, ragged child next to him. The one with Father's eyes. Wait... Father's eyes?

"Robb!" came Arya's voice. "Mother!"

Catelyn was the one who reached Arya first. "Oh my girl, my sweet, sweet Arya," Catelyn cried. Finally, her two daughters had come home.

"You have your sister," the Hound said. "I want my gold."

Robb nodded. "And you will have it, returning Princess Arya of the North to us warrants a great reward," he said sternly.

"Princess, I'm not a Princess!" Arya exclaimed, but Catelyn covered her mouth with her hand.

The Hound harrumphed. "Princess or not, I saved two of your sisters. Sansa, before those men were about to rape her during the riots before the Battle of Blackwater Bay and Arya from the woman they call the Red Priestess. I want a higher price."

"Name it, and you shall have it," Talisa said, her voice mimicking the steel that Robb had. For whatever reason, the Hound even gave her a small bow at her words.

"I'll want my father's lands back to my name," the Hound said. He was of the Westerlands, after all. "I want three chests of silver, full to the brim and twenty pretty women to fuck until I can't fuck any longer."

Robb looked him in the eye and said, "Done."

Even the Hound raised an eyebrow. "Done? What do you mean done?"

"I told you didn't I? I'd give you everything you wanted, although you might have to wait on the women. We'd need to find them first," Robb replied. "Is there anything else, Sandor Clegane?"

The Hound was floored. He had not expected Robb to agree with his terms so easily. Ten minutes later, three chests of silver were set before him. They were not large to start with, but their contents were enough to last him a lifetime if he was clever.

"Don't spend it all in one place," Robb told the Hound. "Go back to your father's halls then. You deserve your rest."

Sandor Clegane bowed and left. Then, Robb turned towards Arya. They shared a long, warm hug, but when it ended, Robb grabbed Arya by her shoulders. "Where did you run off to?" he demanded. "Why didn't you stay with Sansa? "

"A wandering Crow found me," Arya explained. "He said that he'd bring me back to Winterfell along the way to the Wall. But..."

"I'm so glad that you're back!" Robb said. "Now we have you and Sansa safe, we only have Bran and Rickon to worry about..."

"But... Sansa's not here, is she?" Arya asked. She could only see Catelyn, Robb, and a pretty woman who must have been Robb's Queen, judging by the way she had talked just now.

Robb nodded. "Sansa's in Dorne right now," he told his youngest sister. "She's married Prince Oberyn Martell as part of our alliance, as her duty as Princess." The way he said those words made Arya slightly worried. She had never been a princess before. She had deigned to become any sort of a lady as well. However, she somehow realized that she could easily shirk her responsibilities as a lady than that of a princess. It made sense. If Robb was King in the North, she was a Princess of the North.

"You can't marry me off too!" Arya protested. "I just got here!"

It was Talisa that eventually calmed Arya down. "Come, I'll have a hot bath drawn for you and we'll talk all about it," she said after Robb had introduced them both.

"How did you come to be Robb's Queen?" Arya asked her.

"As it turned out, I was sawing a man's leg off and he helped me..."

"Where are you taking me?" Sansa asked Oberyn and Ellaria. They had her blindfolded with a piece of silk and were leading her through the Water Gardens, Ellaria holding her left hand and Oberyn her right. They were walking so fast that she felt as is she was being spirited away.

"Hush, my love," Ellaria said. "You will love it when we get there." Oberyn only kissed the back of her hand, and Sansa gulped. She could feel the texture of the ground change, from the cool marble of the floor to that of sand, which started to collect in the sandals that she had worn. The Dornish weather was too hot for boots and she did not understand how Tyene could wear them and not feel as though her feet were sweating buckets. Soon, the salty sea air hit her nose and she realized that they were already at the beach right outside the Water Gardens.

When they finally removed her blindfold, they were a few feet before a beautifully drawn tent that seemed to be a tiny little palace, set before a modest burning fire surrounded by blankets laid a respectable distance away. Oberyn took her hand once more and led her behind the tent, revealing to her a sight that she had never seen before. They had walked until their feet touched the cool water.

The setting sun seemed to be sandwiched between two layers of dark indigo, while the area surrounding the sun a mixture of burning reds, oranges and purples. Sansa was so awed by the beauty that she saw that she did not realize Oberyn snaking his arms around her waist. She just watched the sun dip ever deeper into the sea, welcoming sweet caresses and kisses here and there from her two lovers.

When the sun had finally set, Sansa thanked them profusely. "It was beautiful," she said, followed by a chuckle. "This sounds ridiculous, but I've never been in the sea before." She had stayed in King's Landing for three years, but where she was allowed to roam, Blackwater Bay was too deep. She once sat by the bay, where the port was with Shae, making up stories about where the ships came from and where they would go.

"Another first taken by us then," Ellaria teased, giving her a purposeful suck on her lower lip. "We are honored."

It was then when Sansa finally realized their gambit. By then, Oberyn had already began to fuss with her gown. Sansa had taken to adorning the wide, plunging necklines of her gowns with chained brooches. It was another layer of "protection" for her from them, knowing that the almost translucent, pale blue gown would be easily forced downwards from her shoulder without them. However, her efforts were wasted when he showed his expertise in undressing her, and before long, in a flurry of heated kisses with and also without Ellaria, she had been as naked as the day she was born.

"Have you ever made love under the stars before?" Oberyn asked her with that sly smirk on his face after he had shed his clothes as well.

"You would know the answer to that, husband," Sansa replied in the same manner. Ellaria came up behind her, already undressed, pressing her full breasts against her back. "Will we be seen here?" she asked.

Ellaria pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "Not unless you want to," she said, gently nibbling on the arch of her neck. Sansa could see her hand moving towards Oberyn's groin, stroking his manhood. It was only then did she realize that she had never once thought to pleasure him.

Sansa watched as Ellaria got on her knees, licking his manhood from base to tip. It was sensual, how Oberyn had so fluidly responded to her. Oberyn stretched his hand towards her, beckoning her to go to him. When she did, he kissed her hungrily whilst he rubbed the apex of her thighs gingerly.

She could feel her nipples pebbling in the sea-breeze, and then Oberyn's teeth catching one of them betwen his teeth. Her fingers burrowed in his hair, and she gasped at how instantly warm she was with his body so near hers.

Suddenly, she felt, Ellaria's hand reaching towards her shoulder, and she took it as a cue to join her. She had stroked his manhood before, during their first time together, but seeing what Ellaria had done, she decided to follow suit. The first touch she had gave him was a rain of kisses all over his cock, and when she was more confident, she ran her tongue up and down the shaft. Ellaria would do the same thing, and their own lips and tongues would meet in between.

Something in her stirred, and she turned her eyes towards her husband and he returned that gaze. The look of pleasure in his eyes, his face contorted in ecstasy, that was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. To know that she had so much power over a man like her husband. She only had Ellaria to thank for that.

Oberyn brought both of them to their standing height, and began to kiss them both before he led them into the tent. "It is your turn, now, my loves," he said, lying flat on the plush mattresses in the tent. Ellaria had gotten his meaning exactly, but Sansa did not.

"I will ride his cock and you, his mouth," Ellaria told her with a kiss to the corner of her lips. Sansa had not known that such a thing was possible, but hearkened to her suggestion. She and Ellaria faced one another, and they descended upon him in unison, Ellaria crying out in pleasure when Oberyn filled her.

Oberyn had hooked his arms over Sansa's thighs, but she felt drawn towards Ellaria. She sought the other woman's lips, her collarbone, her breasts... She did not think it possible that such ecstasy could be shared simultaneously.

Before long, they started to change position. This time, Oberyn would penetrate Sansa from behind while she laid over Ellaria, pleasuring her with her mouth and fingers as the latter did the same to his balls. An ingenious thought came into Oberyn, and he began to alternate between sheathing himself in his wife and withdrawing to let his paramour suck him.

Sansa did not not know how long they were at it, only remembering that in her orgasm, she had felt Oberyn's throbbing manhood pulsating within her depths. They had reached their peaks together. Ellaria had come to completion just after Sansa found no will to move, letting the waves of whatever had been gathered in her core wash over her.

They had collapsed into a heap of naked flesh, slick with sweat and as they recovered, they began to exchange light kisses until Oberyn rose and walked towards the table at the far end of the tent. He returned with a cup in his hand, and took a hearty sip from it. He then sought Sansa's lips, passing the liquid to her through the kiss. Tea, it tasted like tea. Oberyn repeated the action until the cup was empty.

"It is moon-tea, my love," he explained to her. At once, Sansa understood what had transpired. Oberyn had spilled his seed within her. They had not wanted a child between them for the time being. Sansa felt that it would be safer bringing a child into the world when times were little more peaceful, while Oberyn had deemed her too young to bear children. She would not be mentally prepared for such a great responsibility as well.

"You will have to take it again after twelve hours for it to work," Ellaria reminded her.

Sansa nodded and thanked the both of them. She was blessed to have them by her side, truly. They thought of everything, and in their arms, and in the very least, they were a beautiful distraction. It was as if the world around them did not matter when they were like this. "I love you," she murmured to the two of them before drifting away to sleep, utterly spent, leaving Ellaria and Oberyn to scheme away for the night.

HAN: Yes, Arya is home. I put it off until now because I'd thought that she would have something better to do training to be a Faceless Man, but I couldn't think of anything for her to do from Braavos, so I decided to bring her home. Don't worry, I'll have plans for the Hound.

WHEW, what did you guys think about that smutty scene there?

Enjoy!