Chapter 34: Trial by Seven

Two weeks before…

Volantis…

Arianne was leaning on the rails of the window, watching outside towards the city as the sun was high in the sky and the people in the streets. Volantis was such a beautiful city, lively, great, and very exotic.

She grows up on stories regarding the free cities of Essos. About their beauty. Stories that came out from her uncle's mouth and sometimes too detailed than it should be.

"I'm bored," came Obara's voice. "I want to fight. I want to avenge our father."

"First, we need to make an alliance with the Targaryen of Myr,"

And what are we going to offer in exchange?" asked Arianne turning around.

"Well, first of all, we will demand that he fulfills the deal that was made between Viserys and Oberyn, regarding the girl marrying Quentyn," Ellaria started, and Arianne started to laugh.

"Ellaria, Ellaria. I think you don't understand the Targaryen. Especially those Targaryen and their dragons."

"Well, then tell me, Arianne, what you propose?" Ellaria asked approaching her.

I don't know yet, but first, we will need to get there," Arianne replied, heading toward the bed, to lay on it. "And Trystane needs to sail to White Harbour."

"Well, well, I see that you've begun the planning of the future for our House," said Quentyn, opening the door and stepping in the room of the tavern, followed by Trystan. Purring some wine in a goblet and taking a sip, he said. "We go to Myr, to seal the alliance and claim my bride."

Everyone in the room busted in laughs at his stupidity. He was such a fool in thinking that Rhaella Targaryen will agree to his union with her daughter or even the boy.

"Laugh, laugh. We will see who will laugh when the things will come true," Quentyn said, leaving the room, and Arianne closed her eyes to sleep, with the noises of sharping the steel.

Present…

Winterfell…

Ned was in his solar finishing all the preparation for the departure of the army. As he got up, Ned heard knocking at the door, and saw his wife, Catelyn enter.

"I would like to speak with you before departing," she said, and he nodded, sitting down, and she sat too. "Robb? You are sending him to Shadow Tower."

"Yes. With two hundred riders. Mormont and glover will be with him, but anyway, that is the easiest place where to fight."

"He should be with you. By your side where you could keep an eye on him. Or maybe place him as the defender of the Wall."

"He needs experience, Catelyn. And the bulk of the wildings will be at Castel Black. Giants mammoth Thenns, and worse," he replied, filling a goblet of water. "But if it will make you feel better, I will send Rodrik with him."

She said nothing, just looked at her without giving away her taught, which made him continue. "I will leave five hundred men and Benjen will stay her till my return or till Moat Cailin isn't under attack. And-"

"What about Greyjoy? Where will he be? At Winterfell, with you or Robb?"

"Robb. But-"

"No. Take him under your command. You know very well that he will never obey Robb or any other lord. And especially he can't be trusted," his wife replied.

Ned didn't respond at that, because didn't really know what to say. Yes, Then Greyjoy stated many times that he wasn't taking orders from Robb, but only from him, but Ned doubted the young Greyjoy would betray his old friend.

"So, Ned?"

"I will," he said before taking another sip of water. "But I would like to speak with you regarding an important matter. Your father to be more precise. I hope you won't do something stupid when I'm gone."

"And what would I do? The men are leaving with you, and that handful that remains will serve to protect Winterfell and our children. Besides that, I realized I was wrong to insist that you march south."

Ned nodded, getting up, "It's late, and the road is long. Better if I hurry up to say goodbye to the children."

"Wait," she said, stopping him before throwing her arms around his neck, in a hug, and shaking. She was crying, "I can no longer bear the depths between us. The coldness around us. I want the life we had before when there were warmness and trust." Even though the last word was sounding really truthfully.

"We will talk about this after my return," he said, kissing her forehead, and leaving the solar to go and see his children.

Knocking at his daughter's door, he didn't receive a response and opening it, Ned saw her sitting near the big window, and looking outside. Her hairs her down and unbraided, and her knees pulled to the chest. She was immersed deep in her thoughts and the sadness could be read on her face.

"Sansa," he said, softly, approaching and sitting next to her. "How are you feeling." But his daughter didn't respond. Just keep gazing out.

Sighing, Ned took his daughter's hand, "Sansa. You need to stop from this behavior. You need to start and live again."

"And how should I do it, father?" she asked, looking up at him, and there were no more tears in her eyes, just empties. "The future of a house are the only thing that matters to the lords. How that future can be mine if I can't have children, father?"

"We don't know that. These are only a maester's words. I will find you a good husband, that will love you and protect you no matter the condition."

"An old and fat lord with many bastards, that is my fate," she said, turning away.

"Sansa-"

"Please father. Leve," she said softly. And sighing Ned got up, kissing her on the forehead and leaving the room. And heading to Rickon's one.

Entering, Ned saw him sit on the bed with the wooden sword in hand. He must be immersed in one of his stories of knights and battles. He may have his father's name but the blood inside him was like Brandon's. Wolf Blood. Wild Blood.

"Rickon," called him Ned from the door, and the boy immediately looks up, "Father!" running straight at him, after dropping the wooden sword to the floor, and Ned immediately picked his little son in the arms hugging and moving towards the bed.

"How are you, son?" he asked, sitting on the bed.

"Good. But I miss Bran and Arya," the boy replied, looking down, and Ned placed a hand on his shoulder. "Soon they will be back, and the pack reunited. But until then, the remaining wolf needs to protect each other. Look after your sister and cheer her on."

His son smiled, unaware of what really happens to her. After kissing him on the head, Ned got up and saw Robb enter, smiling, and Rickon runs immediately at him, making Ned laugh at the interaction of his two sons.

"I will wait for you in the courtyard."

Riverlands….

It's had been several days since he has left the capital heading to the farmer of the men that he had saved man many years ago. The lord of light finally showed him the purpose in Westeros. And now he needs a warrior to lead the army of the Lord of light in these lands, clearing the path for the Prince that was Promised.

The wine was finishing, but fortunately, he was approaching Harrhenal, and that means the house was near.

When he saw the men outside, cutting the logs, Thoros said, "Valar Morghūlis."

"Valar Dohaeris," replied the man. "What is it, Red Priest. The king has run out of wine and now you came here to finish my barrels?"

Thoros chuckled at hearing that, getting down from the horse, and approaching him, "I will never refuse a mug of wine, my friend, but that it's not the reason why I'm here."

"And why you are here?" the man asked, placing the axe on his shoulder and turning to look at him in his usual, brooding and melancholic look.

"Well, I will tell you why I'm here before a good warm fire and a mug of wine."

His friend nodded, opening the door, and Thoros entered, heading straight to the table and filling himself a cup of wine from the jug.

Taking a sip, he said, "Winds of war are coming to these lands, my friend and the Lord of light assigned me a sacred mission. Clear the way for the arrival of the Prince that was promised."

"And what do I have to do with this?"

"When I found you on the shores of the Green Fork, with the armour cracked, I didn't know why the Lord of Light wanted me to bring you back," he stopped to take another sip of wine that even though it was good as the one he drank in the capital with King Robert, it was still enjoyable. "But now I know. To clear the path, I need help. I need someone to lead the men against the enemy."

"Then ask some of your Red Priests or do it yourself," his friend said in a boring way.

"The Lord of Light wants you to be the one to lead us."

"Then ask your lord to give me back my memories so that so that I can find the answers to the many questions that I have been asking myself in these long years."

"I would tell you a story," Thoros said, taking another sip of wine, to wet the throat, and taking a long breath, he started. "I've always been a terrible priest. Drank too much rum. Fucked all the whores in King's Landing, all the whores in Myr. It's a terrible thing to say, but by the time I came to Westeros, I didn't believe in our Lord. I decided that He, that all the gods, were stories we told the children to make them behave. So, I wore the robes and every now and then I'd recite the prayers, but it was just for show. A spectacle for the locals." He stopped to take another sip and some air in his lungs.

"The situation got worse after what I saw in Ling's Landing fifteen years ago. I was lost until the Lord lead me to a dead man that was lying on the shores of a river. I knelt beside his cold body and said the old words. Not because I believed in them, but because the Lord wanted me to bring him back. And they were the only words I knew. And for the first time in my life, the Lord replied. His eyes opened and I knew the truth. Our god is the one true god. And all men must serve Him."

"You keep saying, our and our, but he isn't mine. Do you understand?"

"Doesn't matter, my friend. That day I brought you back, and now the Lord wants you to be the one to lead us," replied Thoros, hoping that his friend will agree.

His friend didn't respond, just stare in the void for a moment, before sighing, saying, "I don't even remember how to wield a sword."

"You only need some practice, and everything will go smoothly."

"I need to think," he said, getting up. "Be my guest till I decide."

With that, he went outside the house, as Thoros keeps feeling himself the cup, and drinking one after the other.

King's Landing...

Margaery was in her chambers with her handmaids talking about their usual arguments. Even though this time the conversation was drifting towards more serious topics than the usual knights and kings. Now it was about Dorne and the fall of their ruling House.

"I can't believe that Sunspear had been completely destroyed," said her cousin Elinor.

But Margaery, stopping from embroidering, said, "Well, not really completely. But most parts yes. However, the city walls have been adorned with the heads of the people who lived there. The highborn and the lowborn."

"I wonder who could have done such a... horrifying deed," said Alla.

"Some tales said that it was the young Targaryen descending from the sky with his dragon and do to Sunspear what his ancestors did to Harrhenal," said Elinor, "But there are whispers that say it was Lord Tywin to hire the sellsword and destroy the city with the so-called wildfire."

"Elinor! Watch your tongue," Margaery warned her friend with a glare, "The walls have ears."

And the girl lowered her head, becoming serious. "I would say only the gods and the dead know the truth."

"How are the things with Prince Orys, my Lady?" asked Lady Taena of Myr, changing the subject of the conversation, and Margaery, turning to the Lady of Longtable, sighed, nodding. Even though the truth was completely different. He stayed away from her bed from her arms and talked to her only during formals meeting. And she didn't even know where he was during the day, and some nights she relapsed in her previous mistakes. Sleeping with Ser Marq.

"My lady," started Lady Taena, but stopped when there was a knock on the door, and saw Orys entering Margaery got up immediately, smiling at her husband, but the smile disappeared at seeing him in a dark mood.

"My ladies. Could you please give me a moment alone with Lady Margaery?" he said, and they all got up, leaving. However, Orys stopped Lady Taena saying, "I need to speak with you regarding Myr, my Lady. Will come to you after this." And the woman nodded, and after giving a curtsy, she left the room.

Now that the only ones left inside were her and Orys, the silence dropped on them, as he sits at the round table that was in there.

She too sits at it, facing him, not knowing what to say to break this silence between them, but after a while, starting to get irritated that he didn't want to open his mouth, she said, smiling, "I hope your day was good, my Prince."

"It was. The usual maters during the meeting of the Small council. Lord Anders is leaving for Dorne today after the news regarding his son's death. And so, will do Uncle Renly. He will leave for the Stormlands to inspect the Baratheon army."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't have the chance to speak with him regarding Loras," she said, knowing perfectly that he was aware of their relationship.

"Well, he wasn't busy as you were," Orys muttered, filling himself a goblet of Arbore wine.

Hearing that her heart started to beat very fast, and swallowing she asked, "What is that supposed to mean?"

But Orys didn't respond, taking a sip, from his goblet and his eyes were fixed on her, for a very long time. He took another sip, as he started to hit the finger on the table in dancing rhythm.

"Orys. What is it?" she asked, leaning forward and taking his hand, but he, pulling away, said, "Wait and see."

After a while, she filed herself a goblet of wine, and as she was ready to take a sip, Margery heard knocking at the door.

"Yes," said Orys never taking away his eyes from her and she saw the ugly Hound enter with something in hand. "Did you managed to do it, Clegane?"

"Yes. Just like you asked," smirked the man, placing the covered plate in front of him. Orys nodded, towards the door, and Clegane left, but Margaery's heart was beating fast, even though she tried to hide it under her mask, as her grandmother always tough her.

"Orys. My love, what is that?" she asked again, but he didn't respond, only pushed the plate towards her.

She slowly opened it and yelped at seeing the content. It was a golden cock and balls; hands and fingers; and one…. No, it can't be that, she thought in disbelieve. An eye?

"What is it, Margaery? Don't you recognize the cock that you fucked for the past weeks?" came Orys voice, and she looked at him with widened eyes for a moment, not knowing what to say, how to defend herself. "Are you out of words?"

Swallowing, and shaking her head, she said, "No, I'm not out of words, and by now I think there is no reason to lie." Stopping, she took a sip to wet her throat before continuing. "Yes. I fucked with Ser Mark, many and many times, just like you fucked with the whores from Chataya's brothel."

"Why?" he asked with almost whispering, ignoring what she said about the brothel

"Because of you," she said, and tried to be as serious as possible, even though she knows that soon she will break. "You insulted me with what you said during our fight."

"How did I insult you?"

"By saying that I couldn't have children!" she responded starting to cry, even though she didn't want to show this weakness.

"You insulted Cassandra too," said Orys feeling the anger return.

"I'm tired of your dead bitch!" yelled Margaery clearly angrily, and he never saw her like this before, but that will not stop him.

"Don't call her bitch!" he shoots too, getting up.

"I'll call her as I like," she said with greeted teeth. "I'm tired of hearing her name when we make love at the highest of your peak. I'm tired of being compared to her. She was your past, I am your future. You will forget her."

"I won't," he responded in the same challenging way, but rounding the table and in front of her he said, "You know? Usually the queen, princess, and ladies that committed adultery were forced to join the silent sister," he said stopping for a moment to calm himself. "But since in this we both made mistakes, and you have an important name, these things will not leave this room. However, if you ever did that again, you will pay, and you will have the same fate."

"So, you are saying that you can fuck your whores, but I need to remain unfucked."

"Such rude words coming from a lady of your rank," he said, laughing, moving away from her, before turning and saying seriously, "It's not the fucking but the actual consequence of it that hurt me the most. The fact that you wanted to pass your bastard as one of-" at that moment he stopped abruptly. 'No. It can't be. She would never do that.'

"I would have never done that, Orys," she said as he was turned with his back at her. She didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, but she wanted to restore their relationship. "I'm sorry Orys, for what I did. But I would have never passed another child for yours."

Her husband didn't respond, murmuring something to himself, before saying, "I need to speak with the Master. We will continue this later."

With that, he left the room and leaving a confused Margaery in there.

He immediately runs to the Maester's study, followed by the Hound, and entering he saw the old man sitting at his desk.

"Oh…My prince…I didn't hear you..." started the master as he was slowly getting up.

"Don't get up. I'm here for a book. 'The Lineages and Histories of the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms, With Descriptions of Many High Lords and Noble Ladies and Their Children' to be more precise."

"But may I ask why my prince?"

"Information. Regarding the Targaryens I want," Orys said, lying of course.

"Of course, of course."

Getting up, the Maester head towards where all the books were held, and after a while he returned with one big in hands, saying, "I really don't understand why you need such a book to fight the Targaryen."

"Don't worry about that, Maester. Return to your studies," Orys replied, taking the book and headed to the Small Council room, knowing it was empty and followed by the hound, like a shadow.

Once he was inside and seated at the table with the hound guarding the door and having the order to leave no one in, Orys opened the book and went immediately to House Baratheon tree. He3 needs to find out the truth, and see the danger of that

Taking a long breath, he started: "Lord Orys Baratheon, black of hair; Axel Baratheon, black of hair; Lyonel Baratheon, black of hair; Steffon Baratheon, black of hair." When he reached his father's name Orys stopped for a moment, feeling his heart beating fast, and his hand shaking: "King Robert Baratheon, black of hair; Prince Orys Baratheon, black of hair; Prince Joffrey Baratheon, golden-hair; Prince Tommen Baratheon…golden-hair."

"Seven Hells." If something happens to him or to his children, to his uncles, House Baratheon will end. He couldn't believe this. And he remembers the heat of his mother and how she said he was a joke of destiny. Now everything was clear. His brothers and sister are all bastards, and besides that, it means that he and his father are also in danger. "Gods."

With a mind stormed by the revelation, Orys headed to find Lady Taena of Myr, to discuss regarding important matters concerning the free City of Myr, this time without the hound. He needs no one with him that may spill valuable information, but he also knows that the Spider will be already

Once he was at the door of her chambers, Orys knocked, and once it was granted the entry, he opened the door, entering inside.

He stopped immediately when his eyes cough her frame, and he really didn't know how to continue. She was really a very beautiful and shapely woman. She was tall, with olive skin, thick black hair, and large, dark eyes, and dark, full lips. And he would lie if he says that he wouldn't want to kiss them. And the dress that she was wearing at the moment, left nothing to the imagination. For sure she wanted to fuck

Swallowing and clearing his throat, Orys said, "I'm sorry to disturb you, my lady, but I would like to have a word with you."

"Is only a word that you want, my prince?" she asked, crossing her legs in a sensual position before asking with a cocky green, "Or is there something else that you would like?"

'Damn! Why was he so weak and easily tempted in front of women?' It must be because of his father's blood that is running in his veins.

"No, my lady. I would like to speak with you about your Myrish Capitan," he said, trying to ignore the arousal that is growing in his pants.

"I don't know what you are talking about, my prince," she said, and the smile disappeared, and also the precise sensual position that she had, was gone. Now the woman was tense and also worried.

So, Orys, filling two goblets returned to the woman, offering one to her, and taking a sip, he said, "Don't worry, my lady. I will not tell your husband. However, I would like to know the name. Only the name. It's for business."

"Well, if it's only for business, then I may reveal to you," she said, leaning forward, "I'm sure the Capitan will be helpful to you against the Targaryens since he is from Myr, but I want something in exchange."

"In exchange? Really. You know, my lady, blackmailing the crown is treason," he said, sitting on the table, and looking down at her. Or more precisely between her tits and lips.

"Oh, I know," she responded, almost moaning, looking at his eyes, but also glancing at his cock which wasn't as easy in his trousers. "But this isn't blackmailing. It's a bargain."

"Then let's seal this bargain," he said, lifting her, up, and with one movement, he took her in his arms, moving towards the bed, before throwing her on it, and setting between her spread legs, making her giggle.

As they were kissing, Orys started to untie her dress, which was easy, freeing her big breast, and she on the other hands started to unbutton his tunic and his trousers.

Once his cock was free, she grabbed him, starting to stroke him slowly, and whispering between the kisses, "Well, it seems the tales are true," and that made him stop for a moment, looking at her confused, but resuming immediately to kiss her neck, and bit, there. "Easy, my prince, otherwise my husband will find out that you have bedded me."

"Let him find out," he murmured, continuing to assault her body with kisses and bits, as she was starting to moan loudly.

After a few moments, Orys stopped rising up, discharging himself of the clothes, and she could feel Lady Taena run her hands over his abs, saying, "Mmmm…. Genes don't lie. You're a true Baratheon. You're your father's worthy son."

And he stopped to look at her for a moment. Hearing this made him proud, especially after the revelation that his brothers and sisters aren't Baratheon, but also ashamed because he is cheating on his wife, therefore no better than his father. But he can't help. He loves women.

After this little distraction, Orys brought his attention back to the woman, bending down to kiss her, and with one hand, guide his coke at her entrance.

With one powerful thrust, he entered her wet and warm cunt, feeling how she was squeezing him, because of the tightness, and Lady Taena released a loud cry of pleasure arching her back, and almost planting her nails in his back.

Orys started to move his hips, feeling how his cock was almost touching her womb, and how her breasts were stroking against his chest. He rose on his knee, grabbing her hips and starting to increase the speed of his thrust, making her moan loudly, "Oh….YES!YES!YES!...My prince….mmmm…" he was sure that all the Red Keep was hearing her scream, and maybe even her husband, but that made nothing but encourage him to thrust faster and harder, squeezing her hips.

For every thrust that went deeper and deeper, Taena bites her lips moaning, and squeezed the sheets under her. He could feel that she will soon reach her peak, and so, stopping, he pulled out, and immediately, turned her around, on all fours, before resuming the thrusting again.

He starts to run his hands over her back, loving her soft and smooth skin. Grabbing her shoulder, he brought her up against his chest. One hand he grabbed her big breast, and the other brought it to her clit stroking her and keeping the thrust.

Taena on the other hand, titled her head, back, and running her head in his hair, she pulled him in a heated and long kiss, moaning into his mouth.

Orys know that he won't last for long, but when he felt her walls clench around his length, he knew, that she was coming, and in fact, he felt.

He gives a few more thrusts, before pushing her down, and getting up he said, on your knees and open your mouth," before stroking himself fast, and shooting his seed in her mouth.

After that, Taena, fell on her back, panting, and swallowing, and he too fell on his back, panting and looking up.

Gods, what a great feeling it was in fucking her. Suddenly, he was taken by surprise when he felt her lay the head on his sweaty chest, her naked body with her big breasts against his side, her still hard nipples scratch his warrior body, and the wet pussy against his thigh.

"I never would have expected that you would agree to fuck with me," came her voice, as she started to make circles on the chest.

"Why not? You are a very beautiful woman, still very young, and I doubt your husband is able to satisfy you fully."

"Well, you have a beautiful wife and-"

"I don't want to speak about her," he said, looking the other side.

After some silence, which gives them the possibility to regain the normal breath, Orys hear her ask, "What will now happen?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, a bit confused. This was just sex and lust, nothing else.

"Well, I thought…maybe now that we have fuck, I could be your mistress and-"

"What is his name?" he instead asked, interrupting her.

"Are you jealous my prince?" she asked in a cocky way and he was sure she had a smirk on her face.

As I told you, I need him to weaken the Targaryen," he replied instead.

She didn't reply immediately, leaving him on the edge for a few moments. But then she opened her mouth saying what he didn't want to hear. "There is no name."

Orys pushed her away from his chest, looking in confusion. Has he been misled and tricked in this by his advisors?

"What do you mean there is no name?" he got up immediately, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him. Orys could see that there was fear in her eyes when he had grabbed her, but that didn't stop him. "Answer me, or I will cut your head."

"There is no lover, my prince. The Myrish captain is an invention made to-" but she stopped, and Orys was starting to get angry.

"Who is behind this trick. Tell me!" he yelled, and this time he brought his hand on her neck, squeezing her.

"Varys…" she said with a choking voice, and he took the hand because he couldn't believe it.

"Why?" Orys asked, crossing his arms, as the woman was coughing and trying to retake her breath.

"You should ask yourself," she stopped to take some breath and swallowing, touching her throat, "why he gives you this information…. When he knows that I would have told the truth."

"What does he have against you to make you spy?"

"I can't say it, but he protects me from your mother," she replied, pulling up the sheets, to cover herself, as he gets down from the bed. "Why? What does my mother have to do?"

"As I said I can't reveal. If I do, the one I love the most in this world will be in danger."

Orys didn't respond, starting to get dressed, and before leaving, he said, "This conversation doesn't end here."

With that, he left, heading to Varys chambers. He needs answers, however, on his way, he was informed that his father the king has returned, and so he changed immediately his destination. The king's chambers.

On his way to the king's chambers, Orys meet his uncle Tyrion who wasn't in a good mood, as he could see.

"Why this gloomy mood, uncle?" he asked laughing.

"Because of the mess you did, dear nephew, and the king is in a darker mood than me," responded his uncle stopping. "Go to his chambers before his mood drop even more."

With that, his uncle left cursing under his breath, and Orys sighing keeps walking to the King's chambers.

When he reaches them, Orys saw Ser Merry Trant guarding the door, and from the inside, he could hear the King yelling inside it, and the prince wandering with whom he was there.

When the door opened, he saw that it was the spider. That damn spider.

"You wanted to see me, father?"

"What have you done, boy?!" he asked angrily.

"You don't know?!" roared the king. "You sent the damn ships to Essos!"

Orys didn't respond, only lowered his head, with the hands behind his back, as his father was lecturing him on this stuff. He may be a drunker, and a whoremonger, but when it comes to losing important staff for war, he had always been like this.

"Tell him Varys," the king said, breathing fast, and drinking all the content of the goblet in one breath.

"The Targaryen took Tyrosh, and ore man, as well as our ships, had been claimed for them," the spider said. "And besides that, Lys has bent the knee to, I think."

"What about our ships and men?"

"Dead, destroyed or captured," the spider said, with his usual serious look, and turning his attention back to the King.

"You sent ships to Tyrosh and now we are without them. We need to make new ones, and that will take time. Tell me boy, what were you thinking?!" roared the King and turning up down the table in fury. Because of that burst of wrath, Orys did not have the courage to really answer.

"Soon, I'm going to march with the army against that Arryn whore with bronze Yohan, and you boy, you are going to the Riverlands, do you understand Boy!"

"Yes, father," replied Orys with barely a whisper, before his father said still in an angry way, "Now, out! I want everyone out!"

The spider bowed and Orys too, but leaving the room, however, once outside, he, grabbing the Spider by the arm said, "If you ever plot against us or betray us, I'm going to smash your bald head with my hammer."

"I don't know what you mean, my prince," the spider said seriously and trying to sound as truthful as possible.

"Oh, I'm sure you know what I mean," replied Orys, as he walks away.

Yronwood…

Gwyneth was in the small sept of house Yronwood praying for her brother's soul. When she received news that Cletus was dead alongside the men who joined him in this campaign, her heart broke and cried for many days. She felt so alone in those days, having her father in King's Landing, and when her brother's body returned, she cried even more.

The Septon had said some pries and his body was buried in their family crypts, but that didn't ease her heart. She was still sad, and she didn't know if she will ever recover from this.

After had finished her pries, Gwyneth got up, leaving the sept, heading to her chambers, however outside the sept she saw someone waiting for her. Prince Tommen, with his Swornshield, Ser Arys.

"Tommen," she greeted him with a smile and saw him blush.

Looking down, the young Prince said in his thin voice, "I'm sorry for your lose, lady Gwyneth."

"Thank you, Prince Tommen," she replied this time seriously, and approaching him, she asked," would you like to join me for a walk?"

And the prince nodded eagerly with a smile, as they were walking, Gwyneth saw Maester Beldon approach, holding a scroll in his hand and say, "A raven from Casterly Rock has come for Ser Arys."

The Kingsguard took it immediately and read, before folding it back. "Bad news, Ser Arys?" she asked, trying to gain some information, but, the knight, smiling and shaking his head, "No. Not at all." And she was sure that he was hiding something, though she wondered who was the sender of the scroll.

As they keep walking, Gwyneth asked, "You have been here for a long time already, Prince, but you have not yet told me how to visit you. If you like it here, or if you don't."

"I like it, my Lady."

They started to walk, and talk about everything that comes to mind since she wanted to break more and more the ice that was between them.

They stopped when they reach the training yard, where her uncle, Edgar Yronwood, a handsome man with brown hair, and very tall, who returned back to Dorne, after hearing that Sunspear had been destroyed, and now he took over the role of the Captain of the Guards of Castel Yronwood.

"Ser Arys," called his uncle. "Would you give me the pleasure of a spar? I never spared with a Kingsguard, but at hearing the legendary skills of them, I'm curious to put them to test."

"It would be a great pleasure, Ser, but I doubt it is appropriate. Your House is a valuable ally of the crown and I wouldn't want something bad to happen to you during the spare."

"Don't worry, Ser. I doubt it will be a great loss to the house, isn't it, my dear niece?" Her uncle said, And she nodded, smirking.

The knight, after giving a glance to the Prince untied his sword, placing it on the ground, and the helmet too, before taking a training sword.

Her uncle, on the other hand, took a spear with a blunt point, and started to spin her around for a while, for sure trying to feel the balance of it. She wasn't a warrior, but she asked Cletus a lot regarding mastering the spear.

Then she looked to the knight who on the other hand, took his position, gripping the sword with both hands and waiting for the enemy to attack.

Her uncle had a smirk on his face as he was rounding the Kingsguard, and then immediately attacked fastly, but Ser Arys managed to pair them all and backing away. When her uncle made the wrong, fatal move, the Kingsguard hit him on the leg, making him fall to the ground, and holding the stake up in protection. Therefore, striking with a slice from above, and breaking the lance.

The spare was over in mere minutes, but despite the loose, her uncle had a smirk on his face. Getting up, he said, "Thank you for this spare, Ser."

Ser Arys nodded, returning back to his stuff, and picking them from the ground. "What do you say, Ser Aerys? Is my uncle fit for the role as the commander of the guards?"

"Yes. He is," replied the Kingsguard, tying the sword to his hips, and she smiled. "But now, I think it's time for the little Prince to train too. Do you want to join us, my lady?"

"As a watcher? Yes," she replied, smiling. She really needs for something to draw her mind away from the grief, and what better way to do it than to watch her future husband train.

Tyrosh…

Aenar gathered the ruling council in the Hall of the reunions, to witness the trial of those who attacked her in the market streets.

He was adamant in showing justice in front of everyone and especially to take revenge against them. He wanted to mount Caraxes and burn down everyone, but she managed to change his mind. And now she saw them enter in chain. A group of two dozens of freed slaves, men, and women.

Getting up, Aenar said, "You stand accused of attacking Princess Daenerys of House Targaryen in the market streets of Tyrosh. How you defend yourself?"

"I wouldn't call it as an attack, but more as justice," replied the man with the long hairs.

"I saved your miserable life and those of your wives and daughters!" shouted Aenar getting up, and in the distance outside she heard a loud roar. Caraxes was starting to get restless too, it seems.

"You kept those who wronged us alive. You live in the Archon's palace. Your dragons are flying over the city and-"

"And if it wasn't for him, you would still have been my prisoner and worse," interjected Aurane water. "Your rebellion would have collapsed, and everyone would have been slaughtered. If you think that having the numbers or having Zarrontal as your leader, that would have brought you the victory, you are wrong.

"Commander. We demand a trial by combat," said Zarrontal getting up and moving in front of the prisoners.

"Why do you ask?" her mother asked. "You are not accused of the attack."

"No, but they are my men. My brothers and it's my duty to defend them, just like his," he replied pointing the finger at Aenar. "I heard that in Westeros a man can ask a trial by combat or a trial by seven. So that is what I ask. Seven of our best against seven of yours."

"The trials by combat are granted when the accused, believes himself innocent. In this case, they are not. Why should I accept?"

"Doesn't matter. It's what we ask, and you should grant us this," Zarrontal replied.

"Again, I would ask, why should I?" asked Aenar again. "I don't intend to kill them anyway. They are going to join the Night's Watch."

"With all the respect-"

"Fuck you and fuck the Night's Watch!" shouted the men with long hairs. "I will go down only with a sword in hands and taking you with me!"

"Well, If I do that, then I will be forced to slaughter all the freed slaves. Men, women, and children. Is that what you want?" asked Aenar approaching the group, and Ser Arthur followed him immediately with the hand on the sword.

"If you grant us this possibility to defend ourselves, Commander, and especially before all the eyes of Tyrosh, I assure you that you will have their loyalty."

Aenar glanced at them for a moment, and then at Arthur, who nodded. Daenerys' heart on the other hand was beating fast, in worriedness of what he may decide. She remembers the stories that Viserys told her about the tourney of Ashford and especially the outcome of that. Baelor Breakspear was hit so badly that the wound brought him to the grave. She really hoped that Aenar won't do that, but her hopes got crashed at hearing the next words. "Done. We will fight in the trial by combat in an hour from now. You will find seven men and so will I. Take them back to the dungeons."

And once the only ones who were left were the ruling council, Daenerys getting upon said, angrily, "I forbid you to take part."

"Forbid me?" asked her husband, laughing. "You can't forbid me. If I want to fight, I will fight, if I don't I won't. But right now, I want."

Daenerys wanted to fight him on this, to change his mind, but before she could open her mouth, her husband turned to his captains, saying, "Someone offers to fight in the process? I want you to know that there is a chance of not surviving. We know Zarrontal's skills, so think carefully."

"I will join you," Artur said, and Ser Barristan stepped forward too, nodding.

"Well, I'm always open for a challenge," Ethenaine got up, followed by Blackburn, Asher, and in the end Aurane Waters.

An hour later…

Everyone was gathered near the Fountain of the Drunken God, ready to assist the trial. The two sides were in position, and the rebels looked quite strong and powerful. Full of scars and with a tough look. They must all be former pit fighters.

Caraxes, landing on a house, released a roar and with him, Syrax do the same, although he was much smaller, and Daenerys, heard Aenar say, to the people, "People of Tyrosh. You have gathered here, before the Drunken God to bear witness to the trial of these men who attacked my wife, Prince Daenerys of House Targaryen, without a reason thus threatening the peace that had been established in this city."

The people started to murmur between themselves after Aenar addressed them, and she saw Zarrontal step forward, with the sword in hand, and saying, "What the Commander said it's true, but we are also her to decide our fate by the sword."

The people started to shoot against the slaves' mean words, as they took their position.

Aenar and his men did the same, and when the big bell was ringed, the men started to fight. Aenar, with Blackfyre in hand, went straight to the man with long hairs, starting to attack him with fast strikes, as the man backed pairing with a big shield.

Her heart was beating very fast at this moment, her hands trembling, and the breath quickened. She didn't even pay attention to the others who were fighting beside Aenar. The only one who matters now was him. Her husband. The father of her child.

The men managed to disarm Aenar, and hit him with the shield, making him fall to the ground, and lose the helmet. Daenerys wanted to rush forward to intervene, but her mother's grip was stopping her. Then she saw Ser Barristan kill one of them and immediately rush to the one that was ready to strike Aenar, knocking him to the ground, but also losing his sword.

She searches for Ser Arthur on the field but saw him busy with Zarrontal, who was wielding two swords and fighting as if he was possessed by someone mystical, that was giving him strength and skill more than a mortal man.

Returning her attention to her husband, she saw him get up, and pick Blackfire, starting to fight with the other ones who attacked and rushing to Ser Barristan, who in the meantime was wounded on the ground.

The man with the long hair was ready to give the fatal blow to the old knight, but Aenar pierced his skull killing him in an instant.

Daenerys released a sigh of relief and then turning her attention to Ser Artur, who managed to mortally wound his opponent, that now was on his knees, with the sword of the Lord Commander at his neck.

"Morghon! Morghon! Morghon!" the people keep cheering, and Ser Arthur Dayne slit his throat.

The crowd feels in silence as the rebel leader dies in an instant, and so those who fought on that side. Her eyes were on Aenar, who was breathing fast, and there were some wounded men on his sides.

"The decision is final, and they have been found guilty!" shouted Aenar, and Caraxes roared from where he was.

After that, they left the square, returning back to the palace of the Archon. She was sure he will need a long bath and some rest. As the other will need to treat their wounds.

Myr…

Ashara was leaning on the stony rails overlooking the courtyard of the Palace of Myr, where Arya Stark was training with Visenya Blackfyre and Alyssa Snow. The little girl was really getting better and better with every day that she pas with the sellsword, or with Aenar.

As she keeps looking at them, she felt hands wrap around her waist and lips kiss her neck, slowly, making her close the eyes and release a moan.

"Now that Tyrosh has fallen, Lys will bend," Thorren whispered. "They are without allies, have few ships, and the only thing that protects her are no more than a thousand sellsword."

"Mmmm…yes…And soon, we will sail for Westeros."

"Yes. When we will have ships. It's not easy to build them her at Myr, and I wouldn't trust Aurane waters or any pirate at all," he said, leaving her, and leaning on the stone rail.

She on the other hand leaned on his shoulder, resting her head against his, in silence, with the only noises that could be heard where those coming from, the women and men who were training.

As they keep watching the training, they got interrupted by a guard, "Thorren, Lady Ashara. A host of twenty soldiers came from Westeros on a ship that bore the emblem of a falling Star. The soldiers themselves are wearing armours with the same emblem, and the Woman that is with them has a blond little boy."

"Allyria," said Ashara turning around and heading to the great hall where for sure the guests were.

Entering, Ashara saw the guards of her house, and a hooded woman, who, after revealing herself, she recognizes as her little sister, Allyria Dayne.

Ashara immediately runs to hug her, and releasing a choking sob, not of sadness or pain, but of joy, "I missed you, little sister."

"I missed you too, Ashara," whispered Allyria, hugging her back.

"What are you doing here?" asked Ashara, before her eyes drifted to the boy that accompanied her. He has pale blond hair and dark blue eyes that appear almost purple, wearing a pale purple cloak. She didn't recognize him immediately but then remembers that her brother had a son. "Edric?"

"Yes, my lady," he smiled, giving a bow, but she immediately hugged him. Her nephew.

After this little reunion, and cleaning her tears, Ashara asked, "What are you doing so far from Starfall?"

"As you may know, Sunspear has fallen, but there were whispers trough Dorne that some of the members of House Martell were still alive and hiding through the Free Cities of Essos. I thought that considering they had an alliance with House Targaryen, they may have come here."

"An alliance with House Targaryen?" asked Ashara with a raised eyebrow. "There is no alliance between House Martel and Aenar Targaryen".

"Aenar Targaryen? I thought the Targaryen's name was Viserys Targaryen."

"No. We don't know where he is. But the Targaryen that conquered Myr, Tyrosh, and soon Lys. The Targaryen that soon will invade Westeros is Aenar Targaryen."

Her sister glanced at her nephew confusedly, before asking, "The boy that you raised?" and Ashara nodded, before saying. "I'm sure you are tired after a long journey on the sea. I will ask chambers to be prepared for you and for the soldiers of house Dayne."

Their ship was entering the port of Myr, and Arianne, standing on the pier of the ship, could see the fleet with the three-headed dragon emblems, in the bay. It was magnificent.

"Well, it seems that the Targaryens are quite busy in making ships," said her brother, stepping next to her. "I wonder who the Lord Admiral of the Fleet will be."

"Seeing this, do you still believe that he will need our help?" she asked, not really wanting ghis opinion on this but nevertheless, she asked.

"Yes. Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. We are the only ones to have to resist the dragons. We killed one of them We killed the Young Dragon when he came to conquer us."

"We killed a king under the banner of the peace. They already hate us for breaking that tradition, don't do something else stupid," she said, moving away, as the ship docked, and they all got down. Taking a long breath, she started to move towards the city, eager to meet the Targaryen and see her mother again.