Chapter 22: The Rose and the Sun

In the south...

Arianne POV

Arianne was on her way to the cave where Willas was. After the meeting with her father yesterday and the way he treated her, she needed some fun and to forget those things. Afterward, Arianne intended to meet with the Sand's Sneaks and make a plan to free Oberyn in secret and remove her father, and take control of Dorne.

Arriving at the cave, Arianne saw that Willas was preparing his things, and her heart began to beat fast.

"What are you doing?" Arianne asked.

"Can't you see?" he asked chuckling. "I'm getting ready. I'm healed and it's time for me to return to the Reach."

"No!" replied Arianne, still not wanting to give up on her pleasures.

As he turned around and put his warm hands on her face, he lifted her up and said, "Nymeria. As much as I wish to stay here, with you, maybe in a house in your village or with you in the capital or at the palace, I must return to my kingdom. I have to take care of the defense against the Lannisters. And above all, I want to avoid a war between the Reach and Dorne." And he kissed her on the lips slowly. She was in such desperate need of sex now, to get all things out of her head

But she knew he was right. If the war breaks out Tywin Lannister will be the winner, because they will be weakened. And as much as she would like to keep him with her, she must give up, because Dorne's good is more important than her pleasure. Of course Dorne under her control not under that of Quentyn, or her father. But Arianne still wanted to try again to keep him there.

"If you were still given the possibility to create an alliance with Dorne, marry the princess, but this time as co-ruler of Dorne, would you do it? "

"Yes, maybe I would. Maybe I would accept it, but I wouldn't love her," he said, fixing his sword.

"Why?" Arianne asked, knowing perfectly well the response.

"Because I love you, and you will always be in my heart. It doesn't matter who I marry, Nymeria. And I know you won't leave your land," he replied. "But now I really have to go."

She decided to tell the truth. There was no point in lying anymore. So, taking a breath, she said, "My real name is not Nymeria," looking toward him, and Willas turned toward her with a confused air.

"What do you mean?"

"My name is Arianne Nymeros Martell, heiress of Sunspear, and the future ruling Princess of Dorne." There she did it. She revealed her identity to him, and she couldn't help but admit that she was relieved by that.

"What?" He said again, dropping to the ground the sack made with the blanket. "You are..." But his words died on his tongue.

"Yes, I am. I am the one you were supposed to marry and who would have lost the throne of Dorne," she replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest and looking at him.

Willas let himself fall to the ground sitting even more speechlessly, with his hands in his hair.

" You lied to me this whole time, telling me you were someone else?" he asked in disbelief.

"It is not like I could have told you that I was the princess of Dorne and your betrothed... Oh, wait, wife, since according to the papers we were married in secret and by proxy, and we also consumed it..."

" Seven Gods. What have I done? "

And Arianne frowned for his words. It was as if he regretted having been lying with her. Arianne didn't repent, on the contrary, she enjoyed it so much in these two months that she didn't want to give up.

"Why did you do it, Nay-Arianne?"

"Why did I do what?" she asked with a smirk.

"Why did you lie with me knowing who I am, and what that would mean?" He asked him looking at her.

"Because I wanted to do it. To have fun, at first," she replied with a sharp answer.

"How's the situation between the Reach and Dorne?" He asked, almost ignoring her answer, and Arianne felt some concern in his voice.

"Very tense. The armies are deployed at the border, and the Tyrells are under the orders of your brother Garlan.

" So I have one more reason to go," he said.

"Who are you going to marry?" Arianne asked, and she felt a fit of certain jealousy about it.

"What?"

"When you are back, who are you going to marry?"

"I have more important things to do than think about that. If the armies at the border clash, King Tywin will attack the Reach. So I have to go," he replied. But as he was about to get up, she pushed him to the ground again and jumped over him. She had come for one thing and didn't want to leave without it.

She began to kiss him hungrily, while with her hands she would undo his sword and untie his pants. Arianne felt how his cock was already hard in his pants, and she was wet between her legs.

As she continued to kiss him, she began to rub herself over his trousers, where his cock was hard and moaned for the feeling.

"Na-Arianne, please I need to go. War..."

"Shhh, my little rose. War can wait," she said between the kiss, slipping her hand into his trousers and began to caress him, and Willas groaned for the contact. Breaking the kiss Ariane said, "I know you want me as much as I want you, Willas. Don't fight this last time."

"Seven Gods, woman. I don't know what I'm going to do without you," he said, tearing apart her silk dress in half, exposing her nakedness. And he immediately attacked her big tits, devouring them with kisses and bites and sucks. Arianne moaned at the feeling she felt. The mixture of pleasure and pain. Something Daemon never did.

After a while, Arianne pushed him down by the shoulders and saw lust in his eyes. He wasn't Rose, now. He looked like a ravenous predator. And she, after opening his upper tunic, and began to travel downwards, and lowering his pants, releasing his trembling cock that was very hard and straight.

Grabbing him, and giving a slow lick, Arianne said, "As much as I'd like to suck this beautiful and big cock, I want to ride you like I've never ridden anything before."

And as she got up, she placed his cock at her entrance, and with a single thrust, she impaled herself on him.

Willas groaned at that moment, loudly, grabbing her ass while she gasped opening her mouth, closing her eyes, and throwing her head behind, while squeezing her tits.

Arianne began to move her hips, appreciating, his cock inside her. he filled her completely and beyond. So perfect.

While Willas's hands rubbed, her thighs and then her hips, reaching up to the rib cage, and grabbing her breast. He squeezed them and kissed them as she was moving her hip, and stroking his head. Arianne moaned at the feeling of having his hands on her breast, and this made her increase the rhythm of her hips' movement.

As she was riding him, Willas brought his hand between their contact and began to massage her sensitive part, increasing the pleasure and before long she was riding him hard and fast with her hands on his chest. She felt the way his cock twitched inside of her causing waves of pleasure to wash over her as her climax neared, but she tried to hold it back, to increase the time of this beautiful moment.

When the rhythm of the movement of her hips decreased, Willas immediately knocks her over on her back, and while she lifts her hips with her legs and back, he grabs her by the hips and starts to thrust in her, quickly and powerfully. Arianne cried even louder cursing and shouting his name. And when she could no longer stay up, she let her legs fall on the sides, opening even more, and he slammed her against the cave ground until he too reached the climax, and she felt how his seed was spilled inside her. When she returns to Sunspear, she will have to drink moon tea.

Willas fell over her tits, breathless, and she, also breathless, caressed his long hair. She will miss these days of sex when he leaves.

Slipping out of her, Willas, lay down on the ground, with one arm under his neck looking upward, while she turned around and put her head on his chest, listening to the beats of his heart.

"No matter who I marry for an alliance, my heart will always belong to you, Arianne," he said, and Arianne felt as tears began to come down from her eyes, and she let them go, in silence.

"And you have mine," she replied. "Even though you know that before I marry, I'll find some lovers to fuck me so that I can forget you."

He chuckled but did not answer. And Arianne was listening to the beats of his heart as it began to return to normal.

"Now it's better for me to go. I have to meet very important people," Arianne said, kissing his chest. After she put on her torn dress again, ting it with his belt, Arianne heard Willas say, " You know that tomorrow you won't find me here, right?"

"Yes, I know," she replied, lowering her head. "There's money in that bag that I brought you, and my seal. Show it to the captain of a merchant ship Lemonewood. From there they will take you to your Kingdom. I wish you good fortune in the wars to come, Willas son of Mace, of House Tyrell."

And with that Arianne rode away with tears in her eyes.

Garlan POV

Garlan received the order from his father to retreat, but he decided to ignore it and to stay with the army on the border with Dorne, where Dorne herself has camped her own army and from his accounts, there were about 15,000 men camped. He had about 20,000 men with him, and he was sure of a probable victory. But the Dornish were on the high ground.

Never lowering the guard, soldiers, sentinels always on the alert. The enemy could attack at any time, Garlan told his soldiers before preparing for the night.

He took off his armor, to walk more lightly, but still wore the chain mail and the sword. This night was quite restless, and Garlan did not like it. The sky was without stars, the moon could not be seen, and apparently the storm was about to come, as the wind began to rise a bit.

Suddenly, Garlan saw flaming arrows raining down from the sky, and it seems that they came from the Dornish camp, which was across the border. Garlan rushed straight to his tent, to put on his armor, and in the meantime shouted the alarm. And he could hear, the horns and the War Drums.

Once he had put on his armor and walked out of the tent, Garlan saw his men die one by one and burn in their armor, as the enemy was sending down fireballs. But without getting into panic, he immediately began to give orders, because there was still a chance of victory. He still had more man.

While what was left of the infantry took its positions, to face the charge of the Dornish Cavalry against them, Garlan led the Tyrell cavalry, to attack the enemy camp from the sides and take their commander, but just as they were about to reach the enemy's camp, Garlan was betrayed. His own men began to fight each other, and he fell from the horse while chaos was around him.

He could no longer see to whom the stems of the traitors belonged. Garlan was surrounded but did not want to give up. He fought as long as he could, and the last thing he felt was an arrow in his neck, and he fell to the ground, as blood come out of his mouth.

Ulrick Sand POV

He did not know what had happened, but suddenly, from the enemy side came an arrow that hit their commander in charge, Prince Olyvar Nymeros Martell, who was on his horse watching from the hill, and chaos starts between their ranks.

And now Ulrick Sand had to take the reins of the commando and save what remains of this battle that broke out. He immediately gave orders to use their secret weapon, the fireballs, being in an elevated position.

And he ordered the cavalry to break the enemy defenses by attacking the infantry on the sides and using the advantage of the high ground. While Dorne's spears were placed on the sides of the field in a phalanx position, as Ulrick was sure that the enemy would attack them from there. While the archers provided cover for the charge of the Cavalry.

But the biggest factor against them was the night. Almost nothing could be seen, except the enemy camp on fire. He never saw such a dark night. Without stars. And what was worse was that it was going to rain.

In the distance, Ulrick heard the enemy cavalry coming, from the sides, even if he didn't see them yet.

"Hold your positions," shouted Ulrick to the men who were on the sides as he climbed on his horse.

But suddenly he no longer heard the horses galloping, but the clash of swords, and the screams of men. He did not know what was going on, but he was grateful that it happened because this at least gave them hope for victory.

Just as he was about to give the orders to the army to advance towards the enemy camp, arrows came from Dorne's side, and he did not understand what was happening, or why their own men were attacking them. Ulrick raised his shield to defend himself, but because of the dark of the night, his men could not see where they were coming from, and they fell like flies.

" Sound the retreat," Ulrick shouted, riding away, with an arrow in his shoulder, taken shortly before during the retreat. "Save yourselves!" And he could hear the men shouting, and the Horns blowing. The retreat was even worse than when they were in the camp, because they were even more exposed in this, and even more men died because they were in panic.

When dawn came Ulrick ordered the men to stop and rest. All were completely exhausted, injured and wet, as the rain caught them all. And the return to the capital was even longer and more exhaustive.

"Captain. Count the wounded, the survivors, and tell me the exact number of the remaining ones still alive. Ulrick said, but not taking his eyes off the horizon. He chose to stop in an open field so that he could see if the enemies were to attack again.

After he took the arrow off his shoulder and wrapped it, Ulrick saw the captain return.

"We've lost ten thousand men, sir. And more than 3,000 wounded."

Ulrick sighed and lowered his head. This unexpected battle was a disaster. And Dorne's pride was wounded too.

"Let the men rest for a while, then give the order to resume the march towards the capital."

The captain nodded, and Ulrick sighing, lying down on the ground to rest as well, a bit. But not without worries.

In the North...

Catelyn Stark POV

Catelyn was at The Dreadfort. She had come to negotiate with Lord Bolton for his support in the rebellion, that she will soon start.

With her father's army under the command of Edmure, and that of her sister, coming from the South, and if Bolton supports her, the North will soon be here and Brando will be King.

"So I should show my cards now, helping you take control of the North? Tell me, Lady Stark, why I should do that?"

"Now the crown is weak. There's a little Southern brat ruling. A Targaryen who doesn't know the true North, and who doesn't have Stark's blood..."

"Here I stop you, Lady Stark," Bolton cut her off, with his cold expression. "Until I don't know for sure that Jon Stark is dead, I will not support any rebellion. There are 10,000 Unsullied ready to march against any enemy, insider or outsider. There are 5,000 men at Moat Cailin, loyal to the King and only to him, until his death, and perhaps even afterward, and they are ready to defend that pass to the last man against any army, that intends to pass the Neck. And the little girl is certainly not weak. Especially if she has Aerys Targaryen and the King's Mother to advise her."

"Yes. But if we have your support, you who attack from the North and my father from the South, Moat Cailin will fall. My father has already prepared the siege weapons for when the invasion begins," she said, although everything was a lie. Her father's army wasn't ready, and her father wasn't even aware of her intentions yet. And he certainly won't support her at all. He is too afraid of the bastard and his Unsullied. While her brother, Edmure, he was the real hero, a true warrior. And he was ready to march under her command as soon as she will send him the message.

After some silence, Lord Bolton said out loud, "Master Wolkan. Bring the document."

And Catelyn saw a man enter, quite advanced with age, and had a scroll in his hand. "What is it?" Catelyn asked.

"It's the deal we'll sign for my support, for the rebellion that will start," replied Bolton, still with the same cold face.

"What does the deal consist of, Lord Bolton."

"I'm glad you're asking, Lady Stark,"

"Queen Catelyn Stark, Lord Bolton. I am the Queen of the North, not a Lady," replied Catelyn irritated at the lack of the title.

"As I said, Lady Stark, I'm glad you asked, this will save us some time. Your daughter Sansa Stark will marry my son Domeric, and I will become Hand of the King when your son becomes king."

And Catelyn wasn't very happy about it. Her daughter was made for greatness not to be married to a cold, emotionless Northman. Even if she hasn't met him yet.

Sighing she nodded and signed the deal.

"Good, Lady Stark. As soon as we hear of the king's death, the rebellion will start." and she again turned her nose at the title of Lady. She was a Queen. The Queen. "Now if you will excuse me. I have a lot of work to do."

When she returned to Winterfell, after three days of riding, stopping in inns, Catelyn headed straight for Bran's room.

On entering, she saw him lying on the bed, while Sansa was reading him something.

Closing the door, Catelyn approached the bed and said, "Soon, you will be king. King Bran of House Stark."

And he smiled, but Sansa asked, "And Jon. What will happen to him?"

"The bastard will get the end he deserves, Sansa.

It's the will of the gods that he dies for offending them. He usurped the throne that was rightfully ours. I want to tell you a secret. Your father disinherited him before he died. He signed a document where he crowned you as king after his death." Even if it wasn't true Catelyn had to lie, say something to turn them against the bastard.

"And me mother?"

"You will marry Lord Bolton's son, Domeric, and become a great Lady of the North."

"But not a queen as you promised."

"If you want to become queen you can marry your cousin Robert Arryn. It will be easy to take down Lord Bolton. And together, the North, The Valley, and Riverlands will conquer the remaining kingdoms, and you, my little ones, will rule over an empire, as it should be." Catley replied, kissing them both on the forehead.

"Now go to your room, Sansa." Said Catelyn, and then she retired too.