Eleonora Sand P.O.V.

I couldn't wait anymore.

It has been far too long, I want to see them.

I still remember, after my death, the conversation I had with none other than Tyr Na Fal, also known as the Stranger, the God of many faces, and many other names here. During those talks, she explained about this new world and how I was being sent there to help save it.

I couldn't care less, I was far too worried about Lim, Sofy, and Tigre, especially Tigre. I needed to know if they were safe, if they were well, and the goddess dashed all these hopes when she revealed that they all died.

When I was about to go into depression the goddess then said that all of them would be reborn into this new world as well. All are in positions or related to those with great power, but as there is a certain limit to some of the possible births they would not all have the same age.

I didn't mind that, I just was happy they would have another chance.

I then was reborn, and not a day after I was on a boat away from where I was born. My mother couldn't even see me off and later I would find out that she died at that time as well as my older brother and sister.

I don't quite remember much about what happened, but one thing I know is that at some point I was claimed by my uncle as his bastard daughter.

Thus I no longer was Eleonora Targaryen, the daughter of Ellia Martell and the crown prince Rhaegar Targaryen and thus the next in line for the Iron Throne, as now I am Eleonora Sand, the bastard daughter of Oberyn Martell and a whore of Volantys with Valyria bloodline and appearance.

A drop in position, that is for sure, but I don't really mind it. I was never really one to love power and would much rather just be a mercenary or just have some land to rule instead of dealing with nobles all the time. Not that my uncle Doran seems to agree to the sentiment.

My uncles both desired revenge towards pretty much everyone else for my mother and two siblings' deaths, I agree to it to an extent but I never really knew them and wouldn't like a huge war for this reason. I especially wouldn't like the fact that uncle Doran would definetly make some arranged marriage for me if it was up to him, probably to the fallen and run away prince Vyserys, my uncle, so as to keep the blood 'pure'.

That is one disturbing part of that side of my family, they are all honestly disturbing in that they commit incest. I almost vomited when I found that out and clearly said I would never accept doing anything even remotely close to that even if it was for some throne or whatever. My uncles snorted at that, thinking that I was just throwing a tantrum.

I was certainly not.

If push comes to shove I would simply go to Essos and join a mercenary band somewhere or form one myself. Heck, I could even go look for Tigre as, if I can be assured of one thing in this world, is that Tigre will NOT betray me in the slightest.

He is mine, after all.

It was only a short while ago that I found out who Tigre was in this new world. His name is Tigrevurmud Arryn, the heir to the Vale and son of the hand of the king.

When I found that out I was happy to know where he was, but also worried since my uncle Doran clearly was planning on killing him and his family for their parts on the rebellion even if they were not the ones to kill my mother.

Thankfully uncle Oberryn cut that thought off at the knees since he said in no uncertain words that if they are to hate someone let it be the Lannisters and their two dogs, lord Arryn at least showed remorse about it and berated Robert and Tywin for their actions. The Starks, also, would not be a target as their crimes were seeking justice as they should and being friends to someone who is a monster. Not that I mind that much, I have listened to the names of the Stark children and the blue potato is one of them.

I normally couldn't care less, but Tigre went to her during this whole Rebellion fiasco and I refuse to let her sink her smelly claws on what is mine. I am the top dog here, if anyone wants to put some claim to him they must first ask my permission, humph.

It was about a moon turn ago when news of the end of the Greyjoy Rebellion and the king's decision to host a tourney in the Reach of all places. I could still remember the amusement of uncle Oberryn in knowing this, already imagining how Tywin Lannister and Stannis Baratheon must have seethed at the proclamation and of the Reach's poor luck as the king declared it would have to be a tourney worthy of the victory they just had and if it didn't please him enough there would be a raise on taxes in the Reach.

When I heard the news it was to me just a blatant sign how utterly incompetent the man was as the king of the Seven Kingdoms. King Victor of Ztched had his own flaws, his near-transparent distrust of the Vanadis was very well known, but he was also a very shrewd and politically savvy king who knew very well how to govern the kingdom he ruled and did everything in his power to see it prosper.

Personally, I was just happy since that meant that I would be meeting Tigre soon since he would definitely have to go to this tourney. With some luck, Ludmila would also show up and I would be able to put that potato girl in her place.

"I see that you are in a good mood." Uncle said as he opened the door to the cabin I was in. Behind him was his paramour, Ellaria Sand, who I had seen naked more times than I cared for. Let's just say they were not the most discreet and I am pretty sure they 'tasted' everyone on this ship excluding myself and perhaps two or three more.

Dorne was strange, I took a long time to get used to how 'liberal' they are but I got over it in the end. Not that I intend to follow in their footsteps, I don't even know if I want to have any such relationship in this life as I did not have one in the previous one anyway, except once or twice with Lisha but that was more relief of stress after a battle and never really meant anything more than that.

"How not to be, father?" I said with a large smile, we need to keep facades and mine is of his bastard daughter so that is how I call him. He still beats my biological father in this life that was little more than a demented idiot with a god complex and utterly mad. Ignoring these thoughts I continued. "We are getting closer and closer to the tourney where I will lay claim to what is mine." I said with confidence.

He just smirked at me.

"I see that you still proclaim the Arryn boy as yours, were you enchanted by those clearly exaggerated tales? I thought I raised you better than to believe those things. There is no way he can be that good in archery nor that good with other such things." Oberyn said and I smirked back at him, my smirk so similar to his own according to mos that no one doubted we were related after seeing it.

They are just mistaken about what degree of relation we are.

"Then, how about we make a bet? If he wins on the archery tournament you will give me any one wish, if he loses I will do any one wish of yours." I said and he laughed.

"You know I could wish for you to marry with some pig, right?" He said.

"I know, but even if it did happen I would just need to gut him before he touches me during the bedding." I said with a shrug and he laughed even harder.

"I can imagine that, oh I can imagine that way too easily." He said.

"I can see that too, my love. This daughter of yours is simply too fiery to follow silly plans and decisions of others, much like yourself I must say." Ellaria said and Oberryn snorted at that.

"Perhaps, but I will agree with the bet. All the archers of the many noble houses will be coming and I doubt that the boy who is still so young can best them all. There is a limit to how much of a marksman someone can be." Oberryn said and this time I was the one to laugh.

Seeing me laugh he looks at me strangely before asking.

"Why are you laughing, my child?"

"B-Because imagining you helping me prank uncle Doran with giving him laxatives when he is about to go to a meeting is just too fun. Or, or it could be pranking my sisters with fake marriage proposals with the Lannister Imp. Or, or imagining you taking a run around the water gardens without anything at all. Or, or-"

"Okay, okay, I understand. I just have to pray for all possible gods for the Arryn boy not to win." Oberyn said and seeing his nervous face both me and Ellaria started laughing at him.

This is nice, this is something I like. These batterings and joking around really makes my day.

Arriving at the Reach we were led to the Tourney grounds, they decided to make the Tourney on Oldtown since it was close to the sea as many lords were coming from the sea and those that were coming from the land would have the chance to 'amaze themselves' with the Reach.

I didn't care, either way, I never cared about such fanfare in the end. We moved to the King's tent.

Arriving there we were introduced to the king, he was a fat fool who seems too focused on the pleasures of the body to be able to manage anything. He clearly drinks too much, eats too much, and considering he is molesting a serving girl beside his wife he clearly has no modesty to speak off.

Honestly, if my father's family lost to THIS then he should not have been worth anything in the end anyway. Unfortunately, Tigre was not around but he should be about to arrive since his father went to bring him here since the North's host has just arrived. If Tigre was here at least it would be better than with only this fat fool's presence.

"So, I have come to congratulate you on your latest victory, my king. In name of Dorne, I congratulate you on stomping a Rebellion." Oberyn said with a small smile but the king didn't look at him. He was looking at me with fury in his eyes.

"DRAGONSPAWN! Selmy, bring me my war hammer for me to crush this dragonspawn!" the king bellowed and the entire court was shocked at his reaction as Oberyn moved before me protectively.

"Do that and I swear that you will not be able to sit your fat ass on that ridiculous chair of yours as you will die here and now." Oberyn said and now the kingsguard moved to stand between the king and uncle Oberyn, swords draw as the king continued glaring at me.

It was not two minutes later that an old man entered in a rush. He had his hair disheveled and looked panicked at the situation.

"Robbert, stop this foolishness! You have heard of her before, the bastard daughter of Oberyn that has the Valyrian looks. This is the first time Dorne tried to interact with us and you intend to spring even more hostilities for a bastard girl?!" The man said loudly making the king take a deep breath to try and calm down.

"... I don't care! She is Targaryan, she looks like them, and I swore to crush the skulls of anyone who does look like that." The king said with a glare. "Besides, why the hell did you bring this abomination to my camp?" The king turned to Oberyn who snarled at him.

"Because I had hoped that you would have stopped being a child-murdering cunt after more than 10 fucking years. I had to stop more than five assassinations attempts at my daughter and I had to see if you could have sunk this low, to kill someone just based on looks." Oberyn said and Robbert continued to fume in his chair.

"Do you accuse me of trying to kill your bastard?" The king bellowed.

"No, I just wanted to see if I could remove you from the list of suspects. It seems I can't just yet." Oberyn said and the two started a shouting match that honestly looked like two children throwing a tantrum at once.

I wanted to intervene at some point but before I could I sensed someone pulling my hand when no one was looking. I was about to pull back when I saw a head of auburn hair that was decidedly not properly brushed. The person pulling me was a boy slightly younger than me and was wearing clothes I recognized just too well.

We left the tent while no one was paying attention and before long I was face to face with the person I have been hoping to meet simply too much in a corner a bit far away.

We hugged each other tightly and I could sense that it was definitely him.

"You are mine, Tigre."

"I know, Ellen."

AN:

I intend for two or so more chapters of infancy before making a time-skipp for close to CANON time.