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"You know, I get why you like this place so much," I remarked as the opener to my conversation with the first Prince of Dorne.
It had taken a little longer than expected to reach the Water Gardens, no thanks to Arianne Martell's entourage, said princess currently pinning me with a curious, albeit narrowed gaze as she sat beside her just as a thoughtful father. I couldn't blame the girl really, considering I hadn't bothered to bow, and instead simply took the offered seat as if I'd owned it. For that matter, even the big ass fucker with a spear behind them wasn't too pleased either. While a smug Oberyn, probably the reason Hotah hadn't swung at me yet, settled for standing beside me, every so often turning his gazes towards his no doubt eavesdropping daughters.
Sandor Clegane unsurprisingly had elected not to appear for the meeting, instead of setting up what he presumed was going to be his room for the stay. No matter how long it may be.
"Show some respect," Arianne Martell remarked after a moment of silence, her Princely father electing to take his time to respond. "Peasant," She added after a pause. "You think clothing gives you a higher status?"
The aforementioned clothing was a gift from the Prince beside me, the one who ever since he'd seen my utter disinterest in his niece, had both found it amusing and for whatever reason seemed to ease his mind.
"Hush child," I snorted in response. "The grown-ups are sizing each other up," I turned towards Doran Martell, and ignored Oberyn's snort, the man shaking his head as he turned a brief look towards his daughters in my peripheral.
Needless to say, the girl's gaze turned into a glare as she gripped the side of her seat harder than before.
"My brother was right," Doran Martell prevented the silence from returning as he spoke up for the first time. "You are incapable of showing respect,"
"For telling off your hotheaded daughter?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Maybe if you did that yourself some more, I wouldn't have to."
Oberyn's hand rapidly went to my shoulder, the man sending a warning albeit still amused look towards me.
Doran Martell to his credit didn't react to the barb.
While Arianne Martell proved my point as she promptly stood up from her seat.
"How dare-"
"It's no wonder you don't trust her to rule Dorne," I rolled my eyes as I continued, watching as the gout-ridden prince's eyes narrowed, while Arianne's voice was promptly shut down. "But still," I leaned forward. "Trying to hand her over to Aery's mad son- A tad extreme as far as punishments go, no?" I gave him a shark-toothed grin as I watched Arianne's eyes momentarily widen before disbelief rapidly filled them as she scoffed and sat back down, crossing her arms in the process.
Doran on the other instead locked a very grave look with his brother, whose hand on my shoulder for a brief moment started shaking. The man in my peripheral, ever so slightly, shaking his head. The action caused Doran's gaze to quickly turn back to me, a stormy look to them.
The stretching silence, for a brief moment, seemed to kill the disbelief on his daughter's face.
"Oh, don't look at me like that!" I snorted again. "Not like I ran my mouth to the crown- Mostly just a blade through the queen's neck really."
"...Father?"
Both of us ignored the princess.
"Still, I gotta say, I really do see why you like this place so much," I remarked leaning back again. "The Water Gardens," I enunciated each word as I took a look around. "The gift that brought about a rebellion, a Blackfyre legacy-" I turned back towards the expressionless prince before me. "Really apt that you would reside here and wait for your treason to bear some cursed fruits."
"...You are actively giving me more and more reason to disregard my brother's request to offer you hospitality." The prince eventually stated, before leaning back into his seat. "You come here, before me- A chance many would pay with a life for, and you accuse me of treason..."
"Accuse you, point out a fact," I shrugged. "Same difference." A single beat passed as I let a smile grow on my face. "Is that why you haven't offered me bread and salt by the way? Haven't decided if I get the old headsman block?"
"Karma..." Oberyn remarked beside me, a frown on his face before said look turned into bemusement as he turned towards his brother.
"Not that I blame you- Though I imagine guest right means less to me than to you, so either way, no skin of either of our backs if you decide Hotah's blood ought to run through your garden." I finished with a shrug.
"...Areo is one of the finest fighters of Norvos,"
"Won't stop his lifeblood if you decide to execute me," I turned towards the expressionless guard, noticing his tight grip on his weapon. The grip he'd held from locking eyes with me since I'd arrived here.
The man knew danger when he saw it, I'll give him that.
"But still, enough teasing, I'd much rather you didn't make me a promise you wouldn't be able to keep so let's shelf executing me for now," I grinned, "Let's instead talk about the fact you, for some inexplicable reason, want to wed two of your children to Dragon's," A single beat passed that had the Prince in front of me's expression turn stormy once again. "Honestly, it's like you Martell's have a thing about handing over your children to half mad lineages. All for a throne destined to get you all kill-"
"Enough!" Doran snarled, standing on his two feet as he gripped his two hands into a fist.
I calmly raised my gaze towards the man.
"What has that cursed throne done for you?" I questioned calmly, watching as the man on account of gout running through his legs or whatever promptly fell back down into the seat as Areo Hotah helped into it. "Honestly, if I was you I'd burn it to the ground,"
"What would you know!?" Doran remarked, his breath coming out rapidly as the hand on my shoulder from his brother started digging into my skin.
"Oh, what would a man who has seen your schemes, and plots, and dastardly stupid decisions play out, know?" I put a hand on my chest, "I do wonder,"
The man's eyes, almost manically roved around as he searched my face before after another brief moment he let out a very humorless chuckle.
"You are mad-" The man made to bark out,
"First borne, you were raised alone, on account of your mother's unfortunate miscarriages-" The prince's eyes narrowed once again, the indifferent expression was once again gone. "-Only for poor Olyvar and Mors to make it to the cradle, and no further." I continued, watching as a slack expression filled the prince's face. "You were a squire when your beloved sister made her way into the world-"
"Enough..." Doran Martell remarked shaking his head. "You think researching my family tree-"
"I've been in this continent- Neigh, this world of yours for barely over a moon, I didn't research anything Prince." I tapped my finger on the chair, "And yet, I somehow know you intend to help Visery's Targaryen retake his seat, provided Arianne was at his side of course. Somehow know you intend to wed Quentyn to Daenarys Stormborn to solidify what was once stolen from your family. Somehow know you were convinced your sister would follow in your earlier brother's footsteps-" I shook my head, "Do you get what I am trying to say here?" I questioned honestly, earning no response from the speechless wary prince.
Rolling my eyes at that, I turned towards the very uncomfortable prince beside me. "Just like I somehow know that when he and his sister first traveled to Casterly Rock- Oberyn here was so very disappointed after all the promises from the dead blonde queen about meeting a little monster- 'That's not a monster," he told Cersei. "That's just a baby.'" I paraphrased the show's words, the effect on the two Martell's in front of me minimal, besides the glint that said they were staring at a very deranged individual, but the prince beside me was...
For lack of a better word, utterly shocked. Judging by the way he took his hand off my shoulder and stared at me, wide-eyed. Which only uneased me more really, this world really was a mixer-
The only question left... Was the mixer prepared beforehand? Or was this like my stint as Aizen and I was essentially piecing it together slowly? On the one hand, the former would be... Difficult to navigate through while the latter could result in me accidentally and frankly utterly dooming this world.
Either way, I really don't want to be around for it.
Finding a way to die just got a hell of a lot more important.
"How..? The queen?" His second words were followed with a tad bit of hope, though mostly resignation as I raised an eyebrow at him.
Doran Martell, on account of his brother's reaction, had gone back to pinning me with a glare.
"Look," I rolled my eyes again, "You do what you want, I am just saying it's a terribly stupid idea- And don't freakin' deny it- Gods if Willem Darry hadn't kicked the bucket I'd ask him for proof, considering I doubt the freakin' Sealord of Braavos would pay me any mind."
I promptly stood up, ignoring the way Areo Hotah snapped the spear onto the ground in warning as a few of the Martell guards slowly made their way closer.
"Calm yourselves," Oberyn remarked to the assembled warriors carefully, even as he still dealt with what I'd said.
"Who are you?" Doran Martell questioned, his gaze searching mine, his expression barely held at bay as his hand shook.
"Father-"
"Quiet." The man snapped at his daughter, even if he kept his eyes on me.
"Does it matter?" I questioned with another shrug. "You and I both know how this is going to go down- You didn't invite me here out courtesy, you invited me here because you know there's going to be an army or two coming to collect my head," I crossed my arms. "And you certainly won't say no to easy leverage."
"Karma-"
I turned towards the second prince. "What? You trying to tell me that isn't something he'd do?"
"..." Oberyn held my gaze for a moment before turning towards his brother. "He gave us Clegane's head... Lorch as a prisoner-" The man shook his head quickly. "He's destabilized the crown-"
"Tywin Lannister is the hand of the king," Doran cut his brother off, the words sending him into silence, his gaze not leaving my own.
I blinked in surprise at that one.
"Eddard Stark marches back home to gather his army-" The man shook his head. "Even if he weren't... Mad, Dorne will not fight the might of five kingdoms over him."
"Not with that attitude," I snorted raising both my hands. "But hey, if you wanna hand over my head, hand me over personally, you do you, I ain't fussed. Long as you don't just tease me with the promise of death and actually follow through." A single beat passed as the man's gaze turned incredulous, while Arianne's looked at me like I was absolutely insane.
And by that, I meant with desire for some fucking reason.
"Your loss, either way." I put my hands down. "So, where's my cell? Or headsman- Personally like to meet my victims before I accidentally gouge their life out of 'em" I snorted.
Doran didn't answer that question, his gaze turning thoughtful for a brief moment.
"My loss? I don't see how." The man remarked, ever the opportunist.
I took a single step forward, Areo Hotah about to the same towards me if not for the hand of the viper who did the same. "Oh, I don't know, perhaps the medical expertise to heal you?" I snorted.
"The Maester's have no cure," Doran remarked passively, and even if he knew it existed, I doubted he'd go for it.
"Oh please, you may kill me, but don't disrespect me- Hell, I could go either way, perhaps an acceptable, albeit long., cure made from the resources you've certainly got, or perhaps sorcery if you're inclined to a quicker one and a little blood sacrifice." I promptly put a hand over a visibly interested Prince, the man somehow not off-put by me in the slightest.
"Or perhaps you'd prefer the knowledge to destroy the armies you fear are coming?" I started chuckling. "The knowledge that could've put Aegon bloody Targeryan's conquest to an unsightly end."
"Words are wind, Karma." Doran Martell referred to me by my chosen name for the first time since I'd gotten her, his expression once again hidden. "And sorcery never ends well for those who partake."
"Oh, it wouldn't be sorcery, I can assure you- Only time, effort, and man's ability to destroy."
"... As I said, words are wind, and coming from a man who doesn't fear death, even more so."
"Indeed, too bad there's no time to prove my claims." I shrugged, taking my hands off the prince's shoulder beside me.
The two princes shared a look between each other before Oberyn spoke first.
"How much time would you need?"
I let a thoughtful look fill up my face.
"Depends on what you want I suppose. Provided you had the resources on hand..." I paused briefly, putting a finger on my chin. "Give me a week and I'll show you how to kill a dozen men within seconds, a moon and I'll show you how to eviscerate a vanguard..." I let go of my chin, pocketing both hands as I tiled my head at the man. "Three moons and I can show you how to wipe an army off the face of this land..." I leaned my head closer towards the visibly interested prince.
"A year, and I can show you how to wipe Westeros off the map."
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