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Chapter Three: Arriving in Sunspear.

Looking out across the gathering that had come together, Prince Doran frowned unable to see his brother while they waited for Lady Amara to arrive; he had hoped that Oberyn would at least arrive on time. It wouldn't look good if his brother appeared late or not at all when his bride-to-be was arriving at any moment; especially if it was to spend time with that paramour of his.

Doran turned his attention back to the gate where the carriage would soon arrive carrying Amara, he hoped her travels hadn't been too rough; it couldn't have been an easy trip from her home to the capital. He had thought long and hard about the proposal that the new Lord Cantrell had sent him, it had come as a surprise and Doran was aware that many lords had courted the idea of marrying Lady Amara.

However, the late Lord Cantrell had always refused to marry her off without her consent, something that Lady Amara's brother didn't seem to agree with when he had arranged all of this. The sight of the carriage caught Doran's attention and he sat straighter in his chair, he was surprised to see so little arriving with the future wife of his brother.

There was one main carriage that carried the bride-to-be, a small cart with her things and several guards that had made the trip with her; it wasn't much, and it made him wonder if she was even prepared for life at court. Slowly the carriage came to a stop and Doran sighed, he wasn't pleased that Oberyn had decided not to appear and he would be having serious words with him later.

One of the guards moved to open the carriage door and offered his hand to help her climb out; she moved slowly unsure of her surroundings before she realised that Prince Doran was watching her. Once she was out Herit followed her, she had done her best to prepare her mistress for their arrival but there had been no time to freshen up before they had arrived.

"Your Grace," Amara greeted curtsying to the man that she knew to be Prince Doran, she lowered her gaze sure that Herit had followed her in her move; she kept low until she was signalled to rise knowing that she mustn't ruin things now. Ammett wouldn't forgive her if she ruined this chance for him, she was going to have to play her cards right and things already weren't looking good.

There was no sign of her husband-to-be and Amara could only guess where he was, she had heard that he had a paramour and she doubted that the woman would be pleased with the news that he was too marry. It was no concern of hers, she would be the one that he called wife and Amara knew that she would have to make sure that he remembered that.

"My Lady… I trust that you had a pleasant journey," Doran said politely, he could imagine that it had been rather difficult in the warm weather and he was glad that he had ordered her room be prepared for her so that she would be comfortable. Amara wouldn't be married to his brother for another week and then they would share chambers; he could only hope that Ellaria wasn't going to make this difficult for them.

"I apologise for my brother's absence… there was matters that required his attention," Doran apologised, he smiled hoping that his words would cover for his brother; though he doubted very much that Amara hadn't heard of his brother's paramour. He had once asked Oberyn why he had never asked to marry Ellaria even though he clearly cared the woman and she had mothered him four children. Oberyn had never given him an answer only a smile, something that had always left Doran feeling more confused than anything.

Amara smiled politely, she didn't believe that for a moment and she was already planning on how she would make her husband desire her more; she was suddenly glad that she'd had Herit at her side. Her close friend and lady-in-waiting would help her pull this off and when they were married; Amara was sure that her husband would desire her above anyone else.

"My son, Prince Trystane, and his betrothed will kindly show you to your chambers," Doran said signalling for his eldest son and Princess Myrcella to come forward and greet the lady. The two were dressed in matching outfits and Amara couldn't help but think that Myrcella looked rather pale in the dress that she was wearing; the colour deep yellow made her look sickly. Trystane looked rather like his father and Amara admitted that he was a rather dashing young man; should he have been a few years older, then he might have been a fine match for her.

"It's lovely to meet you both," Amara greeted softly, she was looking forward to resting in her rooms and she knew that later she would get to work on making her mark. She wasn't going to be pushed aside because Oberyn was interested in another woman, she wasn't going to suffer like other women had before her because of that. There were many women who just sat around and put up with there husband's wandering eye; she was not going to be one of them.

"I am sure Lady Amara would like to rest," Doran mused before his son and Myrcella lead her away, he sighed leaning back in his chair knowing exactly where his brother was, and he didn't dare disturb him right now, but he would not forget that he had failed to show up.

"These are your chambers, My Lady… I trust you will be comfortable here," Trystane said looking around the rooms that she had been gifted, they were rather plain, but he had no doubts that she would be happy here. He took Myrcella's hand recalling that he had promised her a walk in the gardens before dinner and she liked to admire the flowers while they walked.

"We shall see you at dinner," Trystane said with a nod, it was then that he expected that his uncle would make an appearance; he couldn't imagine his father would take it well if he brought Ellaria with him. It was only once they were gone that Amara relaxed, she felt angry that she had been snubbed in such a way by the man that she was meant to be marrying. She took a deep breath, she wasn't going to throw a tantrum like a child and she knew that she had to keep her wits about her if she was going to win Oberyn's affections.

"You have a plan," Herit mused knowing her friend well, she sat down on the stool and stared at her; she was rather interested to see just what Amara had planned. There were many beautiful dresses that Amara had brought with her from Fairmarsh, they would certainly catch any man's eye should she decide to wear them for dinner. Amara nodded as she turned to face Herit, she had been told that she was quite a beauty and she was going to use that when she was ready; first she would tempt her husband-to-be in other ways.

"Prepare the veil… I shall wear one until my wedding day," Amara said with a smile, she would hide her face from Oberyn until the last moment. She would make him see her as more than a woman before she became his wife, she would not be just another body to him; she would make him see her truly before anything else. Herit smiled and nodded her head, Prince Oberyn was in for a surprise if he truly thought that Amara would ignore what he was doing with his paramour and allow him to continue like he wasn't married.

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