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Chapter XV - The Prince and the Prince

Sunspear

Prince Doran Martell watched as the children played in the Water Gardens. He gave a soft smile at that. The Water Gardens were built by Prince Maron Martell in honor of his wife Princess Daenerys Targaryen. Dorne has always been a hot climate and the Targaryen Princess was not used to the hot climate. One day, the Princess saw the servants' children hot and thirsty, taking pity on them, she had decreed that anyone of any birth are welcomed to play in the Water Gardens, a tradition that continues today.

"Brother, why did you call me here again?" Oberyn asked with a smile as he placed his spear near the wall.

"Can't a Prince see his brother?" Doran asked with a smile and Oberyn rolled his eyes.

"This is the third time this week." Oberyn said.

"How are the children?" Doran asked firstly.

"Well, but again, why am I here?" Oberyn smirked.

Doran sighed and said, "The Usurper had tried to poison Daeron and Daenerys with Dornish Wine. Daenerys was with child."

Oberyn was shocked and outraged, then the Red Viper started to boil, "That fat swine! This is the last chance! He tried to have Elia's children, our nephew and niece to be killed. Call the Banners Doran!"

"It's not that simple." Doran said patiently. "Westeros is still united, we would be facing many enemies."

"I have friends across the Narrow Sea!" Oberyn argued passionately. "And our niece is married to a Dothraki Warlord who had declared war on Westeros. The Targaryens still have many supporters, Darry, Velaryon, Celtigar, Connington. And Daeron, our nephew, the rightful King, he could marry Margaery Tyrell, bringing the Reach, the Tyrells are always ambitious."

"Ambitious! Yes, but the Queen of Thorns isn't stupid." Doran said. "It's not the time now."

"Then at least send me to Essos to find them. Please let me make sure they're safe Doran." Oberyn pleaded. He had always wanted to see Daeron for many years, the last time he saw Daeron was when he was three years old, before the Rebellion. As for Daenerys, Oberyn has never met her, but he wanted to meet her, to see parts of Elia in her, even though he knew that they looked like the idiot Rhaegar. He has yearned to see his nephew and niece for thirteen years. The last time they heard about them, they were in Pentos with Daenerys marrying Khal Drogo, that made Oberyn furious.

"My spies tells me that they are safe." Doran assured. "Khal Drogo's khalasar are protecting them, there will be fourty thousand men protecting them. And when the time comes, we will crown our nephew as King."

Oberyn smirked and nodded.

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Daeron POV

Months of travel through the grass sea and the country of Lhazar. Khal Drogo was in search of cities and villages to raid in search of resources to fund Khal Drogo and Daenerys' campaign in taking the Iron Throne for their potential son. Fortunately, the cities were smart enough that they provided them slaves and gold. More in gold than slaves, but at least these slaves will not be used. As Ser Jorah explained, when a city gives a slave, the warriors cannot take the women. They take women from raids, not gifts.

The village that the Dothraki raided was a small village in Lhazar. The Lhazareen were not warriors, they were shepherds, peaceful people. Like the Dothraki who value horses, the Lhazareen values sheeps, and they worship the Great Shepard. Most areas were rich in resources that slaves were given; however, this was not a city or fertile land. It was a small village. As the men pillaged, the women waited outside with young warriors. Daenerys was almost seven months pregnant, as her belly was swollen. Currently Daenerys and I watched from a hill, seeing the hordes rushing in for the slaughter. Hearing the women and children screaming and men gasping their deaths.

The Dothraki reminded me of the Ironborn, who pillage for the iron price. Although they don't take slaves, they take prisoners for ransoms. The only slaves they did take were women to be their salt wives. It was all chaos and violence until the bloodriders return saying we are allowed to enter. Healthy women rushed to scavenge loose resources that they could carry. Daenerys and I entered, with Aggo, Rakharo, Kovarro, Ser Jorah, and the three handmaidens behind us. Walking through the village, seeing people tied to poles, men being slaughtered, and bodies on the ground. Many of the Warriors were tearing down the sacred statues of the Great shepherds, and burning buildings.

"What did they do?" Daenerys asked.

"Lamb men make good slaves," Rakharo answered. "Khal Drogo will make a gift of them to the slavers, and the slavers will give us gold…and silk, and steel."

"I thought the Dothraki didn't believe in money," Daenerys said.

"Gold to hire ships, princess, ships to sail towards Westeros." Ser Jorah explained. We continue our walk, seeing the traumatized stares and women dragged about. The loud screaming and shrieks. There was a pen where sheep are meant to be kept, now stocked with women young and old. Warriors grabbing them, as they try to resist knowing they were about to be rape. These things happens at war everytime, I knew it. I could literally imagine the Sack of King's Landing where Tywin Lannister ordered his men to do the same thing as the Dothraki did.

"I need to go, I can't be here. I can't watch this." Daenerys said, "Daeron, Jorah, make them stop."

"Khaleesi?" Ser Jorah asked, glancing between Daenerys and me.

"You heard me," Daenerys confirmed.

"These men have shed blood for their khal. Now they claim their rewards," Ser Jorah explained.

"She is a lamb girl, Khaleesi. The riders do her honor," Rakharo said. "If her wailing offends the Khaleesi, I will bring you her tongue."

Ser Jorah came closer, "Princess, you have a gentle heart, but this is how it's always been."

"I do not have a gentle heart, ser," Daenerys snapped, then said in Dothraki. "Do as I command, Khal Drogo will know the reason why."

Rakharo, Aggo, and Kovarro walked over stopping the riders from raping the women. The riders were confused, wondering why their reward was being taken back. Mago was amongst them as he turned glaring at us. Ser Jorah noticed this and came over to talk about the reason. I looked at Daenerys confused since she has been talking about home and encouraged Drogo to march south and let him take the gifted slaves. Why the change of heart?

"Why?" I asked her.

"I didn't want the woman to be raped." Daenerys answered. "I thought about mother-"

"You're good," I whispered quickly, not wanting to talk about our mother here. The memory is too painful, and the thought of how she suffered, made me boil.

Ser Jorah helped a woman and brought her over to us, "What do you want done with them?"

"Bring her to me. And those women there," Daenerys ordered.

"You cannot claim them all princesses," Ser Jorah warned.

"I can, and I will," Daenerys promised as I watched in awe how Daenerys became more dominating. All the women of the village have been claimed for Daenerys. Many of the Dothraki warriors were furious, but they did not come to challenge her. Instead, they took their complaints to Khal Drogo. It wasn't long when we were summoned to the Temple of the Great Shepherd. Mago was giving his complaint to Drogo. The Great Khal listened from his seat of a ram statue, until seeing Daenerys entered the area with her women. Mago and other warriors glared at us.

"Moon of my life," Drogo greeted them. "Mago says you have taken his spoils, a daughter of a lamb man who was his to mount. Tell me the truth of this."

"Mago speaks the truth, my sun and stars," Daenerys answered. "I have claimed many daughters this day…so they cannot be mounted."

Drogo sighed, "This is the way of war. These women are slaves now…to do with as we please."

Drogo is right in ways, war knows no innocence. I remembered Aegon and Rhaenys; their deaths happened after the war.

"It pleases me to keep them safe," Daenerys reasoned. "If your riders would mount them, let them take them for wives."

"Does the horse mate with lamb?" Mago taunts bitterly.

"The dragon feeds on horses and lambs alike," Daenerys countered.

Mago glared at her, "You are a foreigner. You do not command me."

"I am Khaleesi. I do command you." Daenerys reminded.

Khal Drogo snickered, "See how fierce she grows? That is my son inside her, the Stallion that will mount the world, filling her with his fire." He gave a nod, pleased of his wife's courage. "I will hear no more. Mago, find somewhere else to stick your cock."

Mago spat at Drogo's feet. This was an insult. Mago was a bloodrider, he was bound to obey his Khal. What he has done could punish him or kill him. He seemed not to care, drawing his arakh at Drogo.

"A Khal who takes orders from a foreigner who is not Khal," Mago insulted. Ser Jorah and I took Daenerys, pulling her back from a potential duel. The Exile Knight standing in front of Daenerys along with Rakharo and Kovarro. Qotho, Cohollo, and Haggo and I stepped forward drawing our blades; however, Drogo stopped them.

"Ojos. Os," Drogo ordered, which Qotho smirked as he stepped aside. Drogo held an intense glare. "I will not have your body burned. I will not give you that honor."

Drogo stood up holding his arakh. Mago lifted his own, placing the blade on Drogo's chest as a warning. Drogo seemed unfazed by it. Instead, shoved himself further causing a deeper cut. I watched them fight until Mago died, unfortunately Drogo's wound was infected. A woman came and said she could save Drogo.

"She is mine. Let her speak," Daenerys ordered.

"Thank you, silver lady," the woman said, speaking in a common tongue. She stepped forward, but Qotho pointed his weapon again.

"Who are you?" Daenerys asked.

"I am named Mirri Maz Duur. I was the godswife of this temple."

A septa, I thought.

"Witch," Qotho corrected, spitting at her feet.

Mirri Maz Duur was cautious, "My mother was god's wife here before me. She taught me how to make healing smokes and ointments. All men are of one flock, so my people believe. The Great Shepherd sent me to earth to heal his –"

Qotho slapped her, "Too many words. A witch's words poison the ears."

"Lamb or lion, his wound must be washed and sewn, or it will fester," Mirri Maz Duur said.

Daenerys turned to Drogo, "Let her clean your wound, my sun and stars…it makes me hurt to see you bleed."

Drogo looked at Daenerys then at Mirri Maz Duur. He sighed and nodded. The good wife came over to examine the wound. Something did not feel right about her. I get this gut feeling as if she holds no good intentions. Also, what Qotho called her, a witch. Let alone, the Khalasar raided her homes and attempted to rape her, and she offered her services to treat her capture.

Something is not right. So, when camp was made, in one of the stone houses as the god's wife treated Drogo, Daenerys and I watched. Drogo was annoyed, almost like he wanted the scar. But he was doing it for his wife. Still uneasy about this woman, I told her to use one of her handmaidens' sewing kit to seal the wound, and water from the waterskin. Daenerys scolded me to be respectful, yet logically doesn't make sense. Prisoners of war don't aid their enemies. It wasn't until I saw Mirri Maz Duur pull out a box with paste that I stopped her.

"Daeron, let her do her work," Daenerys yelled.

"What is in this?" I demanded.

"Ointment, to heal the wound faster," the witch answered.

"And what is in it?" I asked more clearly.

"Daeron, let her go," Daenerys said.

"Dany, she is a prisoner, why can't you see that," I explained.

"Leave," Daenerys demanded.

I sighed and looked at Drogo, "Do not let her put poison on you."

With nothing else to say I left. I pray to any gods that they both listen and not allow Mirri Maz Duur to apply the ointment. Why can't Daenerys see reason? Why does she have to be so reckless? Curse our Dornish side. The Dothraki invaded this village on the intentions of gathering slaves and raping women. So why is Mirri Maz Duur offering service to the man who leads the raid?