It is so beautiful, Satine thought as she gazed up from the horse with her hands tied behind her back. She suddenly wished that she could be free in order to see more of Sunspear. Rising from the Old Palace was the slender Spear Tower, a massive tower of stone. It thrusts up from the surrounding community, stretching about one hundred and fifty feet tall, with a spear of gilded steel atop that adds a further thirty feet.

She remembered from Tyrion's book that Highborn prisoners can be confined in cells at the top of the Spear Tower. What a convenient way to live when you are in prison and are of noble blood…The Tower of the Sun had a dome of gold and leaded glass. Beneath the dome sits the throne room, a large round room with thick windows and many colored glass. The floors are made of pale marble.

Satine sighed when they rode through the gates, House Martell standing there to great them. Oberyn was first to dismount as he quickly walked towards Prince Doran.

"I had everything under control."

"You took too long," Doran replied. "Lady Satine of House Lannister, we welcome you to Dorne. Our home is your home."

"What a nice welcome to have especially when people are chasing after you left and right, threatening to kill you-"

"I only did that once," Oberyn argued.

"Twice," she corrected then lifted her tied hands to them. "Now that I am here, would you please untie me, Prince Doran?"

He nodded at his guards to untie her. Once Satine was free and rubbed her wrists, she punched Oberyn in the face. He grunted in pain as he wiggled his bloody nose a little bit.

"That's for manhandling me…amongst other things, Martell." Satine growled before stomping inside of the palace. Prince Doran followed after her. "Am I to be your guest or prisoner?"

"Depends on yourself, Lady Satine," Doran replied.

"I did not appreciate being chased and caught like a trout. I don't like the feeling of being caged and believe me when I say that I know that feeling."

"It's very suspicious when the daughter of the great Tywin Lannister, the man who played a hand in killing my sister and her children, suddenly comes back home after being gone for such a very long time and lands herself in Dorne. You can see what has arisen my suspicions especially after hearing whispers about Why did you come back?"

"I was in a war in Meereen and all the other great slave cities...I thought that I would die there. I missed my family," she explained cryptically.

Within the throne room there are two seats on a dais, near twins to one another, the only difference being that one is inlaid with the Martell spear on its back and the other features the blazing Rhoynish sun that flew from the masts of Nymeria's ships. The spear seat is used by the ruling Prince of Dorne which was Prince Doran Martell.

"I heard that the Targaryen girl was in Meereen as well. I hope you did not cross paths with her, seeing as how she has every right to hate your family," Doran informed her.

"So I've been told," she replied. "Maybe one day I will tell you of my adventures across the Narrow Sea…"

"I imagine that they must be great," Doran answered. "You Lannisters tend to get yourselves into trouble."

"I…I am nothing like my family, Prince Doran. When I do something, it's not to benefit myself, but others. That's why I fought for the slaves in Meereen and all those great slave cities because they are treated like dirt by others above them. I know you may think that we Lannisters are self-absorbed and that may be true for most of us, but…but if there's anything I hate more than men who tend to confuse their weapons with their privates, it is slavery," she explained passionately, shocking Doran as he saw truth in her emerald green eyes.

"I've heard tales of your…skills."

"It took me ever since I was a little girl to become the fighter that I am today…if I hadn't left Westeros when I did then I would be married to some fat lord who lays on top of me and shoves his tiny prick into me while I bare his children and somehow be proud of what rank I am. Anyone can fall, no matter the rank."

"Not everyone it seems."

"Not yet, my prince."

Doran smirked. "I think that you are a good ally for me. Even now I can hear them all cursing at me for making a deal with a Lannister of all people…but the truth in all of this, is that you are not a Lannister. You are not a lion, Lady Satine nor a lady in fact. You are neither a wife nor a mother."

"Then what am I, Prince Doran?" Satine asked curiously.

"You are the Black Mamba," he replied. "You are the protector of a family who does not deserve to be protected. You are a snake, seeking for any who dare challenge their strength. You are smart about who you choose…you know who your enemies are already, don't you, Satine?"

"I'm surrounded by enemies. Everyone is a potential enemy; there are people who would rather see my head on a spike only because I bear the same surname of the most hated family in all of Westeros. Everyone is my enemy. It is far better to love no one because then you are a free man."

"No one cannot hurt a man who loves no one and cares for nothing," Doran added.

"I will travel with your party to King's Landing since we are all going the same way," Satine agreed. "You must promise that I am not to be harmed during our journey, not by your hand or anyone else's."

"Agreed. If my brother is harmed at King's Landing then you will wish that you never met me, Lady Satine. Do we have an understanding?"

"Your brother doesn't need my protection."

"He does when it comes to your family. You can hold them back."

"In the past, but now…they hate that I've given them up in order to better my skills. That's what I've been doing these past years which is practice, practice, practice until I could barely move. I wanted to be the best that there was out there. I'm not a feeble woman or have a gentle heart. Good day, Prince Doran."

Satine turned and started to walk out into the gardens which were the most beautiful gardens she had ever seen; it was even more beautiful than her mother's own private garden. Once she ran her hands through each other of the rose bushes, she felt the tip of a blade in the middle of her back.

"Don't move or I kill you, lion." A woman threatened behind her and Satine knew that she was one of the Dornishmen by the accent in which she held.

TBC…

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