Oberyn Martell eyed the letter with great interest. It was sealed with white wax and showed the snarling direwolf of House Stark. But, at this point, it might as well have been aletter from his adopted nephew, Jaehaerys. He supposed the young lad had good enough head on his shoulders to try and avoid using his House seal for now, as much, as possible.

Doran gave him alook. „Open it and read it already. We will not be any younger, if you keep staring at it." he snapped.

Around them, their family chuckled and giggled at the comment. His daughters and Ellaria stood to the left, while Ariane, Quentyn and Trystane stood right behind Doran. He broke the seal with ashrug. Jaehaerys' writing was flowing and elegant, exactly how Rhaegar's used to be if his memories were correct.

Dear Uncle Oberyn,

Iam writing with great joy. Rhaenys and Daenerys have arrived safely from Pentos, under the watchful gaze of Uncle Eddard and the loyal members of House Velaryon. We are dealing with the Lannisters around the Riverlands for now, but by the time this letter reaches you, we will be heading for Bitterbridge, to get the Tyrells on our side.

Uncle Oberyn, we would be delighted to see you once more. Mayhap you could bring Prince Trystane as well, so he could meet Arya?

We hope to see you soon. Please convey our best wishes to all your family.

Best wishes,

King Jaehaerys and Queen Rhaenys of House Targaryen

Oberyn's grin could have split his face, as he read the letter out loud to his family. As he looked up and placed the letter on the desk he could feel the excited energy coursing trough him. „So... meet them, shall I?"

„Did... he actually call you 'uncle'?" asked Ariane, obviously surprised. Oberyn shrugged his shoulders.

„Elia saw him, as her child. He's Rhaenys' brother and so, in my books, he's family. And by the way that letter was signed, he might as well be marrying Rhaenys soon, which would, without adoubt, make him family."

Doran nodded, seemingly pleased. „So Rhaenys will be Queen, then?"

Oberyn nodded. „He seemed most determined to have his way and marry both Rhaenys and Daenerys. With three dragons at his back, I've no doubt he'll have abit more luck doing it than Rhaegar. No man in their right mind would want to get cooked or burned."

Doran's smile set Oberyn in even higher mood. „So we shall aid King Jaehaerys." he turned to Trystane. „I would not force marriage, son, but it would certainly cement the alliance of Dorne and the North if you married the daughter of the Warden of the North. Cousin to our soon-to-be-King, on the top of it. Dorne and the North would be the pillars of the Iron Throne, with the Riverlands coming in, as a second."

Trystane seemed to think for amoment, before nodding. „Alright, father."

Oberyn grinned. „Do charm the little warrior. When Imade the deal, King Jaehaerys seemed most protective of Arya Stark. He is as close to her, as to asibling. If she is unhappy, the King himself will call it off. It would be quite aloss if it happened. We gained afortune from dealing with the North all these years."

Trystane's eyes flashed. „I'll try my best." Oberyn nodded. He was sure Trystane spoke true.

Soon, Martell, Targaryen and Stark would be of one blood and the Realm would be at peace under them. Soon, the Lannisters and Baratheons would pay the debt of blood they owed, for killing Elia and Aegon. (Even if Aegon was not aMartell by blood. Elia and Rhaegar had adopted him and thus, he'd been family.)

Soon, their revenge will be complete.

'Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken.'