The heat of Dorne was quenched by a nice, cool glass of water and ice. It hadn't been too long since Arianne arrived at the Water Gardens and it wouldn't be too long before she went to see her father. She rubbed her thumb against the cup all while she hummed to herself and wondered why her father had summoned her here.

Mayhaps after last visit he has finally realized his errors and wishes to ask for my forgiveness? It was highly unlikely that this was the case, Arianne knew this, but that did not mean that she didn't have any hope for it. She had hope it was just deep inside her, hidden underneath all the resentment she had for him from the years of indifference.

Sighing, she placed her cup down and decided to get this meeting with her father done and over with. she strode through the halls, and heard from the windows the sounds of children playing in the Water Gardens, enjoying themselves and being oblivious to everything but their fun.

Eventually, after taking a detour or two, and watching a few children play in the pools she arrived at her father's chambers, where his ever-present guardsman Areo Hotah stood vigilantly outside of. He saw her approach and loosened himself just a bit as he offered her a warm greeting.

"Little Princess," he said to her while tipping his head at her.

"Areo," she greeted back with a smile that disappeared almost as quickly as it came. "Is my father alone?"

"He is," her father's large guardsman affirmed.

"I would like to see him then," she declared prompting the Captain of her father's guard to nod his head once more and open the door for her.

She entered swiftly and was met by the backside of her father's wheelchair as the door was closed behind her. She frowned at the sight, and waited for him to turn to face her, but he did not. Instead of turning and greeting his one and only daughter, the rightful and true heir to Sunspear, he watched the children of Dorne play in the pools below.

After waiting several seconds for him to do something only to see him do nothing, Arianne clenched her fists and stiffened as she said to him. "Father, you summoned me?"

"I did," he stated, his back still turned towards her and his voice showing no intention of what he was thinking or feeling.

She waited for another moment before asking him. "May I ask what for?"

There was a hint of irritation in her voice, something she believed her father to have noticed, for he had finally turned himself to look at her.

"Sit." he told her as he gestured to one of the purple lounging chairs on her left.

She did and once she was seated and comfortable she looked at her father who had wheeled himself near her seat. Nothing was said at first, instead of speaking to her and telling her why he summoned her father looked at her in a way similar to how the Maesters would when examining a patient.

Seconds passed until finally he spoke.

"There has been a raven, Arianne, from King's Landing."

His voice showed no emotion as did his face and eyes, making it impossible for her to know what her father was thinking about this.

"Oh has the Usurper finally declared war on us?" She asked with some wry amusement. She had heard the rumors about the Stag King. How he was wanting to go to war with Dorne, but didn't know if they were true or not.

Her father raised an eyebrow at the question before he shook his head. "No, far from it." He said. "He has invited us and all of Westeros to attend a Great Tourney. To celebrate three hundred years of a united Seven Kingdoms. Even though it hasn't been three hundred years, and the kingdoms have hardly been united."

"Uh-huh," was her response to her fathers statement. "And I take it we will of course not be going to this to show them that Dorne has not forgotten or forgiven them for what they did to Aunt Elia and her children?"

"No, we will be, or to be more specific you, your brother Trystane, and your uncle will be going." At this, Arianne let out a small laugh of disbelief.

"You're kidding, right?" She asked him as she stared at him only to see no amusement or joking whatsoever. Her expression quickly changed to that of a serious one as she said. "You're not kidding? Have you lost your wits, Father? Have you forgotten what the Lions and the Stags have done to my aunt and cousins? To your sister, niece, and nephew?"

She practically screamed the words at her father who stared at her blankly, making her wonder in the far back of her head if he expected this sort of reaction from her.

"I have not, Arianne." He told her, his voice barren of emotion, causing her to scoff. "Arianne, I have not forgotten what has happened to my sister."

Arianne looked away but did not pull her hand away from her father's that had grasped hers. She needed a moment to compose herself, for it would not be right if the real heir to Sunspear was acting childish and emotional.

"Then why? Why would you have us go to that wretched city and celebrate a united Seven Kingdoms?" She asked finally as she looked at him, her voice laced with sarcasm and disdain at the end there.

"The reasons are several, my daughter, but you do not need to know them, at least not all of them." He told her.

She frowned at his words and said with a sharpened look in her eyes. "What do I need to know then?"

At this, her father grinned, something she had not seen him do in several years. It wasn't a big grin, but it was a grin no less. "Know that this is a great opportunity for House Martell," he said to her, his grin still written on his face. "And will be a great eye opener to you and your uncle."

Arianne's frown deepened as she wondered what exactly her father meant by that. She wanted to know what about this would be a great eye opener for her and her uncle, but was more curious on how this tourney would benefit House Martell.

"I fail to see how this would be an opportunity for us, Father." She said after a while with a sigh. "But attending a grand tourney sounds much better than hosting feasts so I will go."

Her father looked at her with an unreadable look for some time before saying to her. "Thank you, Arianne. I do not like the idea of sending you to that place, I truly don't, but I believe the risk will be well worth it."

We'll see, Father, we'll see, is what she thought to herself as her thoughts drifted to jousts, melees, handsome men and all other sorts of things you find at a tourney.

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"I'm disappointed with you."

Those were the words that haunted him since waking up this morning. It had been two weeks since he spoke to Theon in the Godswood about what would happen should he hear or catch Theon fucking in the Godswood, and for the past four days he had been having dreams about it all.

He had dreamt of not only confronting Theon, but of beating Theon senseless, and then his father having to send him to the dungeons for his actions. The dreams were similar in many ways and always ended with the same four words from his father.

"I'm disappointed with you."

The words echoed inside his head and made Rorhen clench his fists in anger. He was not a disappointment, despite what his dream father said, he was not. He knew he was not perfect and had his faults, but those faults he had were minor and could even be considered as boons, blessings that'd make him a better Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.

"Should I stop this session Rorhen since you do not seem to be paying attention?" the small grey-skinned elderly man wearing a grey robe inquired, causing Rorhen to snap out of his thoughts and see his nearly bald maester gazing at him with a serious yet curious look.

Rorhen shook his head and said to the man nearly four times his age. "Apologies, Maester Luwin. I was thinking about something and got distracted. Please, continue."

The Maester of Winterfell stared at him with a cool look for a long time before setting out his pointing stick and saying to him with an audible sigh. "You know, Rorhen, this is the fourth time I've seen you lose interest in what I'm explaining to you. It is only the first time I addressed it because I had thought it was nothing major and just fleeting thoughts."

At this, Rorhen frowned and felt a slight tinge of embarrassment. "Once again, I apologize for my lack of attention, Maester Luwin."

Now it was Luwin's turn to frown.

"Rorhen," he began with his frown etched onto his face. "If there is something preoccuping your mind perhaps it might be best to speak about it? I may not be able to offer the solution you seek, but sometimes just speaking about it will put the soul to rest."

Rorhen knew that, but that didn't mean he would speak to Luwin about it, and the reason for that was simple: he did not trust Luwin. If he spoke about it to Luwin, revealing all of what he has been dreaming of, then Luwin would go and inform his mother or father, or perhaps both of them, who would after hearing it call upon him and ask about it all in great detail.

That was not something he wanted to experience, so instead of pouring out what was distracting him, Rorhen said. "Thank you, Maester Luwin, but I think I'd rather just continue with the lesson."

Luwin said nothing for a few seconds before saying with an acknowledging nod. "Very well, Rorhen, if that is what you truly want."

That was what he wanted and he was thankful when the old man started over in explanation of how trebuchets work.

He listened intently and when asked questions he answered them to the best of his abilities. There were some he answered correctly, and some of them were a few questions he answered incorrectly.

Eventually their lesson came to an end with his Maester saying to him. "A week from now we'll go over all of this again, and see what you remember."

Rorhen nodded, despite not liking the time, and said as he got up from his chair. "Very well."

He then started to walk off only to stop when called out to by Maester Luwin.

"Mind if I ask a question, Rorhen? That has been in my head for a while now?" Luwin had asked him.

He contemplated for a short second before saying to Luwin. "No, I do not mind."

"Why the interest in learning these things?" Luwin inquired with a serious look in his eyes. "You are not planning on becoming a Maester are you?"

At this, Rorhen shrugged his shoulders and said, "no I do not plan on becoming one, but I do think I should know how siege weaponry works along with other things."

Luwin nodded and seemed to be content with his answer for he said in response. "Very well."

Rorhen stared at him for a few seconds waiting to see if he would say anything more, but after a few seconds passed he realized that Luwin would not and turned around to leave.

As he left the maester's turret he was quickly joined by his growing direwolf, Red-wind who had been patiently waiting for him at the bottom floor.

He greeted his pup with a scratch of the head before proceeding to pick him up. He placed Red-wind up against his torso, but his pup did not seem to like his place and moved to where he was more so on his shoulder.

Glancing at his wolf who was wagging his tail a little too excitedly, Rorhen made his way out of the small tower and to his next destination which was the kitchens.

It took him sometime, but eventually he arrived at the kitchens where he saw not only members of the kitchen staff but his sweet, dutiful sister who was tending to her direwolf, Lady, but had stopped when seeing him.

"Sansa," he greeted with a small smile before setting the fidgeting Red-wind down who quickly moved to his sister that had gotten up from Sansa's lap. "You look beautiful today."

As he said that last part their two pups began to exchange greetings of their own, while his sister stood up from the bench she had been sitting on and said to him with a loving smile. "Thank you, Rorhen. You look quite nice yourself."

Rorhen's smile deepened a little as he began to inspect his sister just as his direwolf examined his littermate.

He didn't stare for long, and said once he was finished. "This a new dress you're wearing?"

His sister looked down at her dress and then back at him with an even bigger, more beautiful smile.

"It is." She affirmed. "It took me months, but I finally finished it last night. What do you think? Do you like it?"

"It looks great, matches your eyes." He told her after giving the dress another quick look over.

"That's what mother said too when I showed it to her." Sansa revealed. "Although, she did say more than just that."

Rorhen stifled his laugh, and said quietly. "That I do not doubt."

Sansa grinned, and for a moment it was silent between the two. Rorhen took this as his time to look away from his sister and at Red-wind who was sniffing Lady. He furrowed his brows at his pup and said in an inquiring manner. "I'm guessing you're not ready to be fed?"

His sister giggled a little at his question before calling Lady to her and taking a seat back down.

Unlike Night who would need to be called upon two or three times by Rickon, Lady quickly returned to her owner and attempted to get back on the bench that she had jumped off earlier with no hesitation. She was unable and needed a bit of help, causing Sansa to bend forward to help her up.

Seeing his sister leave him, Red-wind attempted to climb up to where his sister was, only to fail. The jump up to the bench was too high and no matter how many times he backed up and attempted to get a running start, Red-wind could not climb up it.

"I think he wants to get up there with you, Sansa," Rorhen said after a while,his lips curled slightly upwards into that of a grin.

"You think so?" His sister asked full of laughter as Red-wind finally ceased trying and started to whine. "Alright, alright, you can come up here with me."

His sister helped Red-wind up and as she did Rorhen watched with a fondness in his eyes.

Note From Author: Next chapter will probably be a time skip to where the Northerners arrive at Winterfell for the travel down South. Originally I wanted to do a whole Dornish chapter, but then I changed my mind because I really want this story to mainly follow two characters, which are Rorhen and Robb. Of course there will be times where we will have other POVs, but after some deep thought I realized that if I do too many POVs, I will kind of fuck myself.

It's hard to explain, but just know that most of this story will follow Rorhen and Robb.