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Chapter Eleven: Interesting Meetings.

Stepping out of her chambers, Amara made sure that she had her wrap before she started down the corridor; she had plans to attend the market again and she was looking forward to it after her trip the day before. Her thoughts couldn't help but turn to the flowers that she had received the night before, she had no idea who had sent them but she very much doubted that Ellaria would be so stupid to do her harm.

Even with the fact that her husband did not favour her, there would be no doubt in anyone's mind who would be responsible for her death if anything should happen to her. Holding her head high as she walked, Amara knew that for now she had at least a minor degree of protection but she was working on making sure that she had better protection.

Her ladies followed behind her and Amara knew that the work that she had started yesterday was just the beginning; she was going to make sure that she was beloved by the people. Approaching the stairs, Amara didn't make it much further before someone crashed into her legs; she stumbled slightly and her two closest ladies rushed forward to make sure that she didn't fall.

Her two guards surged forward to grab onto whoever had crashed into her; it took Amara a moment before she realised that it was a child that had run into her legs. Ka held onto the scruff of the child, his hand resting on his blade as he glared down at the child that had nearly sent Amara toppling to the floor; he couldn't believe that someone had nearly knocked her down.

"Are you alright my lady?" Ka asked making sure that she was alright, he looked to Lagus who was making sure that there were no more incidents like this one. It was their job to ensure that Amara was safe and nothing got passed the two of them without them knowing; they had been doing their job well so far in making sure no threats reached her. Amara nodded her head, her eyes focusing on the little girl that couldn't have been more than seven years old; she looked frightened and like she wanted the ground to swallow her up.

"Release her," Amara insisted with a kind smile, she moved over to where Ka was holding the girl and nodded for him to do so; she was sure that it had been an accident and she didn't recognise the child. She was sure that she would have noticed a child running around the gardens or even attending her wedding; she slowly crouched down to speak with the child. Ka slowly did as he was asked, his hand never leaving his sword as he stared down at the child; he knew who this child belonged to and he very much doubted that this had been an accident.

"And what is your name?" Amara asked the girl, she looked so small and her clothes were dirty; she didn't look like one of the noble's children and she had no shoes on. The little girl looked down at her feet, she could only imagine what her older sisters would say if they found her here; they had been chasing her around the garden when she had escaped them.

"Loreza… my lady, Loreza Sand," the little girl whispered almost ashamed of her name, she knew who Amara was and she knew that the lady wasn't likely to remain so kind when she found out who she was. Loreza's sisters hadn't been invited to the wedding, they had been told that they wouldn't be welcomed because they were bastards; they would serve to remind the bride that her new husband had a past and many children with his lover.

"That's a pretty name," Amara told her, she could see how nervous she was and she wanted her to know that there was nothing that she should be nervous about. She peeked back at her ladies who were watching with interest, she knew that whatever she did would be leaked around court with several of them acting as spies for their families who wanted to know what the new Princess of Dorne was like.

Another voice called out the little girl's name and Loreza turned to look behind her to where her sister was quickly approaching up the stairs. However, she quickly came to a stop when she saw who her sister was speaking to; her dark eyes widening as she backed away from the scene before her.

"And who might you be?" Amara asked peeking at the nine-year-old who edged towards her younger sister, she was also dirty and had no shoes on; both of them looked like they had come from the streets into the palace. Loreza looked down at her hands, she was going to be in so much trouble when their mother found out what she had done; she was too busy with their father to pay too much attention to them.

"Dorea Sand, my lady," the older sister said, she curtsied as best as she could knowing that it was probably terrible; it wasn't like she was expected to know this stuff nor did their mother care enough too teach them. Their older sisters were more interested in fighting, they trained every day and Dorea knew that soon she would be expected to join them and choose a weapon like the others had done before her.

The eldest was Obara, she was born to a whore from Oldtown and favoured a spear, then there was Nymeria who was a daughter by a Volantene noblewoman who favoured a whip. Tyene was the daughter of a septa that their father had seduced followed by Sarella whose mother had been a trader from the Summer Isles. Then there was Elia and Obella who weren't much older than their two younger sisters; the younger four sharing the same mother unlike the older four.

"Well it's wonderful to meet you," Amara said ignoring the looks that she was getting from Ka and her ladies, she cared not who these children where; her heart went out of to them. Dorea stared at Amara, she certainly wasn't what she had expected when her mother had told her that her father was marrying some noble lady; she hadn't expected to be treated so kindly. Reaching for her sister's hand, she slowly started to back away knowing that their mother would be furious if she discovered them here; she would have so much to say about them meeting their father's wife.

"We should get going… our mother will be looking for us," Dorea said leading her sister away, she was sure that their disappearance would have been noticed by now and she didn't wish to deal with what would happen if they were discovered here. Loreza nodded her head, her dark eyes firmly fixed on her feet knowing that Dorea would have much to say about this; she wasn't looking forward to be scolded for running into their father's lady wife.

Amara furrowed her brow, something instead of her stirred at how upset the youngest girl looked; she had no idea what could bother her so much that she looked so sad. Dorea offered a curtsy before she tugged her sister back down the corridor from where she had come; she didn't look back despite knowing that they were being watched.

"Whose children are those?" Amara asked curiously, she would have to speak with them if this was how they allowed their children to run around the palace. They looked no better than the children from the streets and Amara couldn't help but wonder why they were running around unsupervised in the palace.

"They are your husband's youngest bastards, Your Grace," one of her ladies whispered making Amara frown, she had known that he had children but she had not expected what she had seen when she had pictured them.

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