I think this one could be considered more of a filler, but I still think it is very important to the story. Go ahead...

Samaya had asked the maids to draw a nice, warm bath in her guest chambers and to scurry as soon as she arrived with Arianne Martell. Carefully, she guided the girl down the hallways and stairs of High Hermitage. It was not as bad as she thought, but the thin and dirty figure clutching her hand like a lifeline was nothing like she had heard Arianne Martell to be like. Oberyn had often talked about his reckless niece, and she was very familiar with the stories surrounding the Dornish beauty. Shortly after her uncle had travelled to King's Landing, Arianne orchestrated a kidnapping of Myrcella Baratheon. In her opinion, she was the rightful heir to the throne after Joffrey's death. Their plan had gone wrong, and her former ally Darkstar had kidnapped her instead.

At that point, Oberyn himself was dead, and Doran not man enough to free his rebellious daughter. He himself had locked her in a tower in Sunspear, after the girl had wrongly believed that he intended his other son Quentyn to become ruler of Dorne. Nobody knew what had happened to Quentyn, however. Last Oberyn had heard, he had sailed across the Narrow Sea to seek Daenerys and offer his hand in marriage. He had never reached her sister, though, so he was most likely dead.

When they arrived and were left alone, Samaya helped the girl undress and guided her into the tub. Her eyes were sad, and her demeanour submissive. As Sam took a sponge and started to wash away the dirt, she noticed that there were no marks or any other signs of torture on her skin. A good omen.

"Tell me what happened, please," Arianne finally started to speak and Samaya took a deep breath.

"Your uncle Oberyn travelled to the capital, you will remember. We were married there, if only for a short while," she began and the girl turned around to face her at that.

"You were married to my uncle?" she asked incredulously. Samaya gave her a soothing smile.

"Yes, I was Samaya Tyrell back then, oldest daughter of Lord Mace of Highgarden," she explained and Arianne blinked in confusion.

"But… you're not anymore?" the girl asked. Sam gave a sigh and scrubbed at a particularly stubborn stain on the girl's shoulder.

"No, I should never have been. My mother seduced the Mad King, and I was the result of it. She never told my father or my siblings, but my grandmother knew. And your uncle, he figured it out while we were still in Dorne," she said and gave her a sad smile. Thinking of Oberyn still gave her a little grief.

"You loved him," Arianne said, more a statement then a question. Sam nodded slowly.

"I did. But I could not stop him from getting killed. Joffrey was poisoned at his own wedding, and everybody believed it to be Tyrion's doing. He demanded trial by combat, and whoever would be his champion was to fight the Mountain…," she continued, but the girl interrupted her.

"So my uncle could not resist and fought him to seek justice for Elia," she finished her sentence.

"Yes, he could not be convinced otherwise. He had the upper hand in the fight, as well. But then he got carried away, made a show out of it…"

"Which got him killed," Arianne said, and there were tears in her eyes. Sam nodded again.

"I lost my temper then. I grabbed a spear and rammed it through Gregor Clegane's throat. Then I jumped off the cliffs to get away from the guards," she continued. Arianne's eyes widened.

"You killed the Mountain? So, after all these years… justice was served?" she asked and Sam gave her another sad smile.

"Yes, but what good does justice do when the man you loved is still dead?" she replied, and Arianne stayed silent. Sam took that as a cue to continue.

"I escaped the capital and travelled to Meereen, where I found my half-sister. Tyrion Lannister is now her Hand, and Varys one of her closest advisor. We returned to Westeros with an army of Unsullied, a Dothraki horde, and three dragons," she explained.

"And what happened to the rest of my family?" Arianne asked after a few moments. This was the part that Samaya dreaded.

"After Oberyn's death, Ellaria Sand urged Doran to take action, declare war on the Lannisters. He refused, so she… she killed him. The Sand snakes then murdered Prince Trystane. Myrcella was to be sent back to her mother, but Ellaria gave her a poisoned kiss…," Sam reported, and now Arianne was sobbing.

"How could she? How could they? I trusted them my whole life! These girls were like sisters to me! And now, they have killed my father and brother. And sweet Myrcella… she did not deserve this," she exclaimed, visibly shaking. Sam dropped the sponge and took her hands. Looking deep into her eyes, she told her the last bit of her tale.

"Ellaria loved Oberyn, for her it was the only way to get revenge. When Daenerys came to Westeros, she allied herself with the Dragon Queen. Unfortunately, on their way back from Dragonstone, their fleet was attacked by Greyjoy ships… the Sand Snakes and Ellaria are dead, as far as we know," Sam said and gauged for a reaction from Arianne. The girl was silent for a long time, leaning back in the tub. Finally, she spoke up.

"It seems like everyone I ever knew is dead," she started, and Sam squeezed her hand in comfort.

"We live in times of war. Most of my family has died, too," she tried to relate. Arianne looked at her and swallowed.

"You've come to take me to the Queen, you said? I assume you want my support, and that of Dorne?" she asked.

"Dorne is without a leader. I do not know what you will go back to, but I know that they will follow you. You are a Martell," Samaya told her.

"You were married to my uncle. Why don't you do it? Why come here and free me instead?" the girl asked and Sam gave her a small smile.

"I did not spend much time in Dorne, but I know that its people do not trust easily. And I know that they would never follow me, a bastard Targaryen, a girl that grew up in the Reach and has no knowledge of the land and its people. It is rightfully yours, and my sister sees that, too," she explained. Arianne was quiet then. Sam could practically watch the thoughts swirling around in her head. Slowly, she started nodding.

"I would like to meet this Queen. But, I have one more question," she said and Sam looked at her to hear what it was. "What are you going to do with Darkstar?"

"I have given him the choice to support us or die. I do not think you have to ask to know which one he chose," she explained carefully. Arianne's eyes darkened.

"He betrayed me. He locked me up. I want him dead," she said, her voice stone cold. Samaya sighed, she had feared so much.

"For now, we need him and his men. When you have taken the seat in Sunspear, he is your subject. After the war is over, you can do with him as you wish," she said quietly, not wanting to be overheard by any spying maids pressing their ears to the door.

"Do I have your word?" the Dornish princess then said, her eyes still dark, but already, Sam could tell that some of her confidence was coming back. She gave her a meaningful look.

"No, but you have the word of Queen Daenerys."

Samaya had insisted that Arianne and her slept in the same chambers, and as they walked down to break their fast the next morning, the girl seemed a little bit more collected than she had been the day before. Even when she saw Darkstar, she did not falter. He, on the other hand, gave her a slimy smile, which made Sam guide the girl to the other side of the table.

After, they took a long stroll around the holdfast. It was the first time that Arianne had been allowed outside in such a long time, Sam felt pity for the girl as she bent down and stroked the grass. She had been enclosed in stone for so long, like a living tomb. Samaya knew that she would go mad in her place. She could not imagine being locked up, not being able to roam around in the woods and rivers.

A stable boy was making their way towards them just as she pondered how horrible it must have been. He was carrying a small scroll. Wordlessly, he handed it to her. Sam turned it over and found her sister's sigil on it. Hastily, she cracked it open and scanned over the words it held.

Highgarden has fallen, Lannister armies played a trick on us. Return to Dragonstone immediately. Bring the girl. –Tyrion

Silently, she stared at the words, her hands shaking. Arianne noticed her change in demeanour. Carefully, she put a hand on her arm.

"What is it? What has happened?" she almost whispered. Samaya looked at her, tears threatening to spill.

"Highgarden… the Lannisters took it. My last remaining family was there," she finally said, choking on her own words. That was it, she was the last Tyrell… and not even that. She was nothing, not a Targaryen, not a Hightower, she was just a bastard girl.

"Lady Samaya!" a deep voice startled them, and they saw Darkstar running towards them. Hastily, Sam wiped away the tears that had run down her cheeks. He stopped a safe distance from them, wary of Arianne.

"I just got word of what happened in Highgarden. I am sorry," he said, and Sam gave him a thankful nod. Whether it was true what he said, she did not know.

"I will have to leave immediately," she told him sternly.

"Of course. I will keep her safe until your return," Darkstar said and gave Arianne another one of his dubious grins. Samaya furrowed her brows at this.

"Oh no, Ser Gerold. The Princess will come with me. And you are expected to travel to Dragonstone at your earliest convenience. The Queen is expecting you," she concluded, to which his eyes widened.

"With respect, Lady Samaya, I cannot leave my stronghold unguarded. A journey of this size would require me to take at least 20 guards with me," he argued. Sam gave him a sweet smile.

"I am sure that a skilled warrior like yourself will be able to ride with less protection. Now, if you will excuse us, we have to get ready for our departure. Thank you for your hospitality, at least from my side. I am not sure the princess here can say the same. Good day, Ser Gerold," Samaya finished and started leading Arianne away. A cheeky smile played on the Dornish girls' lips. At least one of them was amused, Sam thought.

"You know that they will call this the Second Field of Fire?" Tyrion commented dryly as he stood by Daenerys' side, observing the chaos that was spread out before them. This was the first time he had seen the true destructive force of a dragon, and the scent of burning flesh that clung to his nose made it even more terrifying. Daenerys' face was calm and composed as she answered.

"Let them. These were Lannister men, they got what they deserved," she said with a cold tone in her voice. Tyrion's brows furrowed. He had not liked her insisting on fighting them herself on the back of Drogon, and when the dragon was wounded… he could see it all slip away for an instance. Thankfully, they had come out on top of this one, though. However, it posed a new problem.

"What are we going to do with the soldiers that surrendered?" he asked as they watched a big group of people being herded like sheep toward them.

"If they bend the knee, they live," the Queen answered. Drogon gave a load roar from behind them, where he sat perched on a massive rock.

"And if they don't? The Wall is in desperate need of men," he suggested. She gave him a dismissive look.

"If they don't, they will burn," she told him. Tyrion tried to argue his case, but with a wave of her hand, he was ordered to be quiet. He growled lowly to himself. He really did not like this side of her, it was too much like what her father would have done.

The men were assembled before them, and Daenerys started her speech. Most of them seemed defiant, but with all the nervous glances they gave the dragon, Tyrion hoped they would come to their senses. After another roar from Drogon, most of them kneeled. Most of them, except the stupid Tarlys.

Tyrion tried to reason with the Queen, but she did not listen, and the two men were lined up for execution by dragon. He was furious, there was really no need for this. Just as the Dothraki guards had stepped aside, and Daenerys opened her mouth, another loud roar filled the air, and all of them looked up in the sky to see Rhaegal fly at them.

Their prisoners were terrified, they had just fought one dragon, how bad would it be if a second one joined? They crouched down on the ground in fear, many of them pissing or shitting themselves at the sight. Tyrion, however, let out a sigh of relief. Samaya had come, and she might be on his side.

The dragon landed next to his brother, and two riders descended. He easily recognised Samaya, but the second girl… thin and frail, with olive skin, and an anxious composition… that must be Arianne Martell. They turned toward Samaya, who had stopped in her tracks. She observed the scene before them. Prisoners, kneeling on the floor, and the Tarly, straight in front of Drogon. Realisation dawned on her face, and she let out a low cry of anger. Fury was evident in her whole demeanour as she stormed toward the Tarlys. Ignoring Lord Tarly, she grabbed Dickon by the collar and started shouting.

"You were our friend! We grew up together! How dare you! How dare you turn against your liege lord! How dare you kill them! They were like your own brothers!" she shouted, her voice hoarse, and tears spilling down her cheeks. It was a heart-breaking scene if Tyrion had ever seen one. She started sobbing, and Dickon Tarly had to hold her up by the elbows to keep her from falling. To his surprise, he engulfed her in a tight hug and started whispering in Sam's ear. Slowly, her shoulders stopped shaking, and she looked at the man, disbelief etched on her face.

"Samaya," Daenerys then interrupted loudly. As if she had forgotten where she was, the girl whirled her head around and looked at her sister. She then wiped away the tears and started walking towards them. This small display of pain and frustration had been out of character for her, and the closer she came, the more he could tell that she was gathering her senses. Samaya stopped a good distance in front of the Queen, still in Drogon's line of fire, and gave her a curtsey.

"Your Grace, I bring you Princess Arianne Martell of Dorne," she said loudly, and gestured at the other girl, who now stepped closer as well. There were loud murmurs erupting from the prisoners at that point. The Princess had been believed to be dead for a long time.

"Thank you, Samaya. And welcome, Princess Arianne. I am glad that you decided to join us," Daenerys answered, and the Martell girl just nodded, too intimidated to speak yet.

"However, we were just in the middle of dealing with these traitors. If you don't mind, step aside please, sister," she then continued, and Sam stared at her long and hard.

"I can't," she simply said. That was not good. Daenerys' face faltered for a moment, but she quickly schooled her features again.

"And why would you protect Lord Tarly and his son?" she asked.

"Oh, I would never protect an oathbreaker like Lord Randyll Tarly. His son, however, is still loyal to House Tyrell," Samaya told her in a strong voice. Daenerys gave her an amused smile.

"He just refused to bend the knee to me. How does that equal loyalty?" she questioned.

"Dickon told me that he sent my older brother to safety when they conquered Highgarden. He is hidden deep in the bowels of the castle," the older girl explained, to which Lord Randyll slapped his son across the face.

"How could you?" he asked him, anger burning in his eyes. Dickon blinked the shock away before he stepped aside from his father, closer to Samaya. The guards were about to hold him in place, but Daenerys gave them a nod that allowed the man to move to her sister's side.

"I could not kill him, he is my friend. They all were," he stated quietly, the pain of battle still etched in his eyes and features. Samaya took his hand and squeezed it in a comforting way, whispering a silent thank you.

"And why would I spare him? He refused," Daenerys said mercilessly, which made her sister quite angry.

Your Grace, I did not know… I did not think it was true what they said about Lady Samaya," the soldier spoke up again. The Queen raised a brow.

"That she is my half-sister? That she fights on our side? Well, now you know. I will grant you a kind gift, Dickon Tarly. I grant you your life. However, if her brother is not alive and well, you will burn, just like your father," she finally concluded. Dickon looked at her in terror, but Samaya let out a sigh of relief.

"The Lannister men told us that they left Highgarden undefended. Samaya, I give you 30 Dothraki to travel there and find your brother. You are to remain there until further instruction," the Queen gave commanded, to which her sister nodded.

"And Dickon and Arianne?" Tyrion asked the Queen in a whisper. She spoke up again.

"You will take the Tarly boy. If he lied, burn him. If he told the truth, do as you wish. He is not to return to his home, however. We don't just pardon traitors without consequences. Princess Arianne, if you would join me at Dragonstone?" she then turned to the Dornish girl. Arianne gave Samaya a questioning glance, looking for confirmation. She received a nod and a smile.

"It would be my honour, your Grace," she then answered and the matter seemed to be concluded. Samaya grabbed Dickon and they joined the Dothraki that had already gathered to escort them. It seemed that some of them finally began to understand the common tongue.

Dickon was given a horse, which shied a little under the weight of his steel armour. Samaya quickly walked over to her sister after the party started to gallop towards Highgarden. Dickon had not spared his father another look before he departed.

"Thank you for sparing him, I have known Dickon my whole life, and I do think he is telling the truth" Sam told her sister as they hugged each other shortly.

"You look worse for wear," Daenerys commented, taking in her appearance. Her face was blotched from the crying, her eyes tired and sunken into dark sockets.

"I just lost what little I had left of my family… I just hope Willas is still alive," she explained. Daenerys put an arm on her shoulder and squeezed hard.

"You have me, I am your family as well. I know it will be hard to go to Highgarden, but try your best to make it into a Targaryen stronghold. The common folk left will follow you, in their eyes you are still a Tyrell. Take Rhaegal, and have him stay close. I will keep you informed about our movement in the East," the Queen told her. Samaya nodded slowly.

"The Princess, she… she has been locked up for a long time. I fear she is not quite herself yet. Please, treat her with kindness and patience," she asked of her.

"I will," her sister replied and they shared a small smile. Sam was about to leave before Daenerys spoke up again.

"Go ahead, I know you want to ask," she stated and observed Sam's reaction, who had stopped in her tracks. Slowly, she turned back around, holding her breath. They both knew what Daenerys was hinting at.

"Jon Snow?" Sam finally asked, barely above a whisper.

"You were right, he is a good man. He showed me the cave and I have agreed to let him mine the dragonglass. We have not come to an agreement in other matters," her sister answered in a steady voice. Samaya nodded slowly, lost in thought.

"Farewell then, your Grace," she said after a few moments and they smiled at each other. Sam then walked back over to Rhaegal and climbed on his back. In a quiet voice, she told him: "Take me home."

As the dragon took off and the horrific last screams of Lord Randyll Tarly, who was burnt alive, filled the air, tears started to fall off Sam's cheeks once more. Yes, she was going home… but what would she come home to?

Dun dun duuuuun... Sam's going home! What do you think will happen? Will she find Willas? Will she stay there long?

Also, I hope you can understand why I saved Dickon Tarly... it's all the actor's fault, really. I think he did a great job on the show, and did not play him like the Dick he obviously should have been. Besides, it seems likely to me that he could not kill Tyrells without regret, seeing as they most probably grew up together.

I hope you enjoyed it! Leave me a review if you have any thoughts ;) xx