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Chapter 3 Traveling by the Seas and heading for Dorne to race

Jon Snow

It has been three months, six days, and five hours ago. Jon Snow the bastard son of Eddard Stark is counting down the days to think. It helps him relax a bit.

It seems so unreal. Here he is on an adventure with his cousin to go to Dorne.

Jon never sees the sea before. It is beautiful. It no almost magical.

"BLEGH!"

Jon sighs in disappointment. He watches the scene before them. Looks like the Northern people can't handle the seasickness that is going around.

Aryanna said that North people are brave, adventurous, and daring that made the southern people view them as savages, but they envy them.

Jon believes her.

If only it wasn't for a fact that their party is vomiting all over the side of the deck.

SmallJon is vomiting everything out. So is Domeric who seems to be in pain while Harrion and Torrehn Karstarks are a bit green and groaned in agony.

Jon is surprised.

Shocked is fitting in this situation.

The only people who seem to be okay are Dacey and Alysane Mormont.

Aryanna is dizzy from a deck, but not that sick which is good.

"By Old Gods, kill me now," SmallJon mumbled. He slumped against the rail and stared at the sea.

"Oh quit your bitching!" Dacey sass at him.

Domeric stuttered, but regain his voice, "Dorne seems so far from the North. I am full of regret that we left our home and… my father…" He was cut off by Harrion Karstark.

"Oh shut up already! What is he going to do? Flay us? Hah! I like to see him try! I regret nothing in this situation here. I would say that we are making history here! The Northern party is heading to Dorne for a great race!"

Everyone began to argue with each other. Sounds like the usual conversations.

Jon put his papers away and went to Aryanna's side. She held unto Jon like a mother would hold her child for comfort.

'Warm,' He closes his eyes and leaned into her body. 'Sometimes I wish she was my mother.'

Jon Snow only had Aryanna Snow. True, he had his father and siblings, but he still a bastard. He couldn't be shown public affections as they could.

Yet here she is. Aryanna Snow loved Jon as no one had ever done.

Jon heard talks about sending her away. Away from Winterfell. Away from him.

He couldn't bear that thought.

Maybe if Ayranna wins the race. Father won't have to send her away and separate them.

"PLANKY TOWN HEADING OUR WAY!"

Ser Davos captain this ship.

Aryanna slowly got up. "Jon, you want to help me saddle the horses."

Jon smiled and nodded.

"C'mon everyone. We got to prepare our things."

Few muttered and groan yes.

Hidalgo whinnied in greetings to them.

Jon likes Hidalgo a lot. 'Someday, I will get a horse and train him every day to win.'

PLANKY TOWN, Dorne

Jon is sweating. He is not the only one. Others too.

"Oh, I hate the sun," Dacey mumbled as she rode her horse.

"And the sun hates you too, Mormont." Torrhen Karstark quipped her.

"Quit flirting you too," Aryanna said to them.

"FLIRTING!?" Both Dacey and Torrhen questioned. Dacey is shocked, but Torrhen smiled like an idiot.

Jon chuckled, but SmallJon didn't care and laugh out loud. And other northern are laughing or smiled about it.

Dacey and Torrhen complained and denied attraction to each other. By denied meaning, Dacey is at that part, but Torrhen still likes that thought.

Jon did notice that they seemed fond of each other.

They traveled through the roads to get to their destination. They had equally shared water and food for both of them and their horses.

Jon looked down to avoid the sun. A shadow covers the party which made Jon looked up and gasped at the sight.

Came in the palace House of Martell. It rules the peninsula of Dorne in the far south of the continent from their castle Sunspear.

Guards stood there and one of the men came forward.

"What business do you have here?"

Aryanna answered, "North had come and offer to join the race."

The steward looked stunned, "The North? Who is the rider?"

"I am she."

The steward simply laughed. Jon looks put out. Why would he laugh? Surely, he heard of his cousin being the best racer in the North.

"You a lady?"

"I am no lady. I am simply a Snow."

Steward frowned and waved her off like a servant. "You are not welcome here."

"I came for a race!" Aryanna snarled like a she-wolf. The steward frowns heavily and looked at her like she was disrespecting him.

"Guards! Removed them."

Guards came forward, but a voice stops them.

"What's seems to be a problem here?"

Steward and guards stopped and kneel before the stranger.

"My prince."

Jon saw a good looked Dornishman wearing fancy clothes.

'Wait did he said prince?'

"Well? What seems to be a problem here?" The mysterious prince questioned Steward.

"My prince this woman refused to go away…" He was cut off by Alysane Mormont. "We came from the North to see Aryanna of the North join a race."

"Really?" He frowned, "Why is that?"

"I am Aryanna Snow, my prince. He refused the entry that I may join the race."

"Oh? You are a long way from your home. Surely, you don't want to die from this race."

"There is no 'What if's'. I here to see to it that I win this race. That king wants to kill off our horses. I want to save them."

The prince looked puzzled then he smiled like no tomorrow. "Let her race. The race does allow anyone from noblest blood to lowest bastard. This is Dorne after all."

The steward protests. "But my prince…!"

"I vouch for her. Let her party through."

Aryanna beamed and looked at Jon with such happiness. Jon smiled.

They enter the place and toured by the prince to a tent outside of their palace where their horses can be tended by them.

Jon saw all kinds of a sigil. Many from Dorne, a small portion of Stormlands, little of Westlands, even few Reach. Even a few cities are here.

They quickly set up their tents and raised The North sigils of Umbers, Boltons, Mormonts, and Karstarks.

Aryanna looks hesitant on rising House of Stark sigil.

The prince looked at her and said, "Not a fun of this sigil."

"No, me and Jon here are Snows. Even we are not worthy to raise our family sigil." Aryanna seems shy and quiet about it.

"You two from House of Starks?" The prince looked shocked and surprised.

"Yes," Jon answered for her.

"HAHA! My Gods, I never thought that I get to meet you two in person." The prince gently took the flag and raised it for them.

"It seems fitting that you should be carrying this with pride." Jon never thought of it like that before.

"Well good luck in the race." He bowed and left.

Aryanna shouted, "Wait, what's your name?!"

The mysterious prince smiled and said, "Prince Oberyn Martell, pleased to meet your acquaintances."

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