NOTES: Wow…just, wow. I can't even…wow…the hate is real…

On a more positive note, thank you to all the readers who reviewed. My muse lives for such things. Especially, the reviewers who left such detailed reviews. It is nice to see what you like, but also I am grateful for details on what you believe could be done better.

For all the people who think the character is not 'Harry' enough, please leave reasons why. For people who are saying that Harry would never do that, keep in mind that he is not in his old world. I will leave you with this parting thought to explain that: Darwin.

Coldblue: Keep your reviews coming. It gives me stuff to think about. I really do read all the reviews and take those things into mind. But, unfortunately, if you want answer to some of those questions…yeah we are going to have to PM. Sorry man.

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~Jin

290 AC – Sunspear

~HARRY~

The walk to the Sun Tower of Sunspear was not too far from the docks, at least not as far where it would require a horse. Harry kept a pleasant smile on his face, but a hand on his sword. His travels with Muirgen had taught him to always be ready for anything.

'Constant Vigilance!'

They were words that rang prominently in his head, a gruff voice shouting over and over, even when in familiar surroundings. It was a phrase Harry could understand. Complacency was a trait that could have gotten him and Muirgen killed when they traveled the Seven Kingdoms. Dorne was a pleasant place, but it was not short in supply of thieves, sell-swords, and cutthroats.

Harry's attention was attracted to a small crowd that was gathered a half klick away from the palace. He ventured up and smiled as he heard the disappointed groans and outraged shouts of men who had just lost money. He remembered the game well, made quite a few coins at it. But, then again, he had cheated.

The game was simple enough only involving coin and two die. It seemed fair at first glance, but the favor was the host's. A potential player would walk up and place their money on even or odd. He would roll the dice and if he guessed correctly, the host would double his monies. The reason the house had an advantage was because it was up to the player to guess correctly. If he guessed incorrectly or rolled snake eyes, then he would lose. It gave the host two ways to win and the player one.

That's if they played with straight dice, but that was hardly ever the case. Especially, when the game was out on the street. The gambling houses were straight games, for the most part, but they required certain amounts of coin to gain entrance into their establishment, which was why the street games still continued. Everyone thought they could beat the system.

Well, Harry could, but that was a different matter. He had his tricks.

He looked up to the sun and judged it to be just short of midday, enough time for him to win some coin. No doubt Arianne and the Sand Snakes would want to venture into the city later, it would do his purse good to be padded a little. The Storm goddess only knew how Tyene, with her wickedly sweet persona, and Arianne with her pout could make him caved into buying them things. At least Obara was too proud to ask him for things other than a sparring partner and Nymeria only talked to him of knives. She was at least fair when she won his coin in knife throwing competitions.

"I would have a game or two, good man." Harry said to the man who ran the table. He was dressed in fine clothes, tailored and of good material. But, all it took was one look of his eyes for Harry to know he was as crooked a bastard as they came. Looking him in the eyes gave Harry a slimy feeling down his spine. The game was definitely loaded, a good thing in Harry's book. He would feel no guilt in cheating the man of his money.

Buying Mya's armor and weapons had put a serious dent into his finances and there was no way Harry was going to ask his father for coin. He would save himself from the speech.

Honestly, Harry loved having parents, not having to be alone, but they were such a bother at times.

"Well, good knight, we run a fair game," Harry hid a snort, "you must show the coin before we can begin."

It was a reasonable enough request. He reached on the underside of his sword belt, untying the coin purse. Harry knew he could have broken the shark's bank with one roll, but did not want to seem overly eager.

"Ten gold dragons to start, yes?" Harry almost laughed when the man's eyes threatened to come out of his head and almost did when the greed flashed across his face. Yes, there would be no guilt.

"A fine wager," the host replied, placing his dragons on the table. He tried to hand Harry the dice, but he waved him away.

"You should roll good Ser. I would not like to hear about me cheating." The man tried, but Harry just waved it away.

"No, please. It is a fair game. I call 'even'."

The host shrugged and waved his hands in a flashy manner. It had been so quick and covered by his flowing sleeves that Harry had almost not caught it. If he had been a different sort of man, Harry would have complimented him on such a skillful show of sleight of hand. But, Harry was looking for it and did see it.

It wouldn't matter, but he was still impressed.

The dice hit the table and Harry kept his arms far from the table, not wanting to give anyone an excuse.

His trick was a simple one and its application only applicable to small things. He'd learned of it after he had touched Melisandre. Something in her magic had ignited his own, small as it was.

And it was small. Even a big enough tome would have been impossible to move. But, dice…that was child's play.

Harry focused on the dice, part trying to see where the markers were and part waiting for his moment to strike. They bounced and bounced, looking to come up odd. The dice had not even settled when the host reached for his money, but Harry just gave the dice a small 'push'. He was quick to grab the shark's hand before it touched his coins.

"I think I won…" Harry stated pointing out the dice came up equaling six.

"What?" The surprise was almost comical, but Harry didn't sneer, as he wanted to. Instead, he swept the man's coin to his side of the table. It was the host turn to stop him.

"Double or nothing?"

Harry could have walked away, ten dragons richer, but decided against it. It would not do to leave without teaching the man a lesson. Cheaters never win.

Well, unless that cheater's name was Harry Baratheon.

"I'm feeling lucky. Double up. Forty dragons." Harry stated pouring the rest of his purse unto the table. The greed was strong within the swindler across from him.

"That's all I have. You'll leave me with nothing more than a handful of moon and pennies at this rate." The man feigned distress.

"Okay, I'll just-"

"Done!" Came back the wolfish grin. Harry just nodded and called 'even'. There was no flashing swishing of arms or throwing of dice from one hand to the other, the crook jiggled the dice in hand and threw them on the table.

Again, they bounced. Again, they came up even.

Steam would have come from the man's nose he was so incensed. He turned a rather unhealthy shade of red, even more than one would pick up from standing in the sun from hours.

"You cheated!" He shouted and caused Harry's face to fall flat. Harry could have pointed out that he had been cheating a lot more than he had, but did not. The people had seen him, seen his arms nowhere near the table. No one was fast enough to reach across the table and switch the dice without anyone seeing. It was just not possible. But, Harry would play the part correctly.

"I beg your pardon?" He growled, hand going to his dagger. "You rolled the dice, I've been standing back the entire time. How in the name of the Seven Hells could I have cheated!"

"I don't know, but you did. It shouldn't be possible for you to win!"

Got you, Harry thought and finally allowed a small smirk. A look to his left and right showed that people were also confused by the man's statement. He had to stop himself from slapping his forehead at their naivety.

"Why couldn't I have won?" Harry asked far too innocently, feigning a quizzical look.

"Because…you…the…" The hustler just snarled, knowing he was trapped. He could admit that he had been cheating all along and could use that as an excuse of how he knew that Harry had cheated. But, even then it would have been a hard feat to explain.

"My apologize good Ser. I said that in anger at losing. Of course you did not cheat. It is a fair game after all. My luck has just run out."

"Yes, a fair game…and you owe me forty gold dragons. I'll forgive your statement of anger, but demand payment I was promised." Harry said calmly, slowly inching his dagger out of its sheath. The crowd was murmuring of how he had won fair and square. And he had…to their knowledge. The swindler was not happy and his face was twisted into disgust. Harry thought it ironic.

"Thank you…for the fair game." Harry said, turning into the crowd who patted him on the back and congratulated him on finally winning the unwinnable table. He made sure to keep his hand on his bulging purse, lest anyone with sticky fingers walk away with his hard earned loot…well, easily earned, but earned anyway.

He was no more than a dozen paces past the crowd, who were embolden by his winning and trying to gain some of the own, when Harry froze in mid-step. In front of him, only half dozen steps away, was the person he had come to see. And she did not look very happy.

For as young as she was Arianne Martell, Princess of Dorne, was one of the most beautiful women Harry had ever seen. Her olive skin was silken to the look and without blemish. Thick, long, ebony black hair fell in perfect ringlets to the middle of her back and framed dark colored eyes. She had full, kissable lips and womanly curves at only four-and-ten. Harry had imagined kissing her plenty of times he had been at Dorne. Arianne was a full head short than him, always had been, but that just added to her allure. She had such a fiery and adventurous personality for someone so tiny that Harry had found it charming.

Except, when her fierce temper was aimed at him.

Arianne was beautiful, her laughter infectious, and teasing a moment of levity even if it caused him to blush harder than a maid. But, the opposite was also true. Her temper could rival wildfire.

Harry plastered a large smile to his lips, which wasn't entirely a façade.

"Arianne! I was just coming to see you when the port master-"

"I saw your ship dock. I've been looking from the tower for ships bearing your sigil. So, lie more convincingly." The princess sniped, her arms crossed and a sandaled foot tapping at the ground impatiently. She did not even flick her eyes to his scaled skin. A fact that pleased Harry more than he would ever be able to describe. It was muted by her annoyed expression, but not by much.

"I won coin so I could treat you and your cousins out?" Harry tried, patting his purse.

Arianne raised a brow at his statement and looked over his shoulder. She snorted and rolled her eyes.

"You have the gods' luck," She said looking away and raising her hand to him. "But, that does not give you excuse to keep a lady waiting. Especially, a princess."

Harry grinned, knowing she was teasing him now. He gently took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. Again, she did not hesitate to give her hand.

"Of course, princess. Forgive me. I will endeavor to not be found wanting again." He replied in mock regret.

"See that you don't." Came the curt reply, her nose in the air.

Arianne was the first to break, a smile peeling at her lips. It was infectious because Harry found his cheek lifting into a grin. She moved with the speed of a snake, one arm slithering around his neck as she pulled him into a hug. Harry returned the hug awkwardly, a moment that turned even more awkward when Arianne planted her lips to his cheek.

He was no blushing virgin, but Arianne was no tavern girl. She was a princess and in a way it made her different from what few girls Harry had 'been' with before. She was not shy or giggly, but rather sure, confident, and seductive when she wanted to be. It didn't intimidate Harry, but it did put him off kilter, as it had been a while since they had last seen each other. There were no young women like her at Dragonstone or at King's Landing for that matter.

"Ah, Harry. Still as innocent as ever." Arianne commented, running the back of her hand over his blushed cheeks. Harry groused about having been with a woman before, but Arianne just laughed and took his hand.

"Come, tell me of your adventures as we walk to the castle. I am sure my cousins and uncle would like to see you as well."

Harry allowed himself to be led by the hand, but not in a way parents led their children. They looked like lovers, especially when Arianne wrapped herself around his arm. But, Harry redirected her to stand on his left hand side, leaving his sword arm free. The action seemed to amuse Arianne, the glint in her eyes clear.

"No one will attack you with me besides you, Harry. I will protect your virtue." She teased. But, that matter was serious to Harry.

'Constant Vigilance!'

He quieted the disembodied voices of his memories and laughed at her jest. There was nothing he could say that she would not retort to. Instead, he took her hand and placed it at his elbow, saying nothing when she hugged his arm to her again. Harry kept his left hand on the pommel of his sword to keep it from swinging and hitting her.

Arianne had asked him to speak of his adventures. But, that was not the way things ended.

She spoke. He listened. And, they made their way to the Martell home.

290 AC – Sunspear

~MUIRGEN~

Muirgen made her way through the city, one hand on her sword. She had planned to go to Harry by herself, but when Mya had managed to convince one of the men to take her shift for her, bid the young squire to accompany her.

They had made their way through the crowd easy enough, not as tightly packed at the streets of King's Landing and everyone moved at a slower pace, more of a leisurely stroll than the hustle of the capital.

It was short work for them to find Harry, Arianne hanging off his arm like a lover as they walked at an even more sedate pace.

Muirgen had to suppress a smirk.

She knew her lord had a soft spot for the Dornish princess. She fit him well enough. All fire and adventure that girl was, a healthy opposite to Harry. He was charismatic and could cause men's blood to boil when needed, but at home he was like a calm sea. Just moving, enjoying the moment, and placid.

"That's who Harry came to visit?" She heard Mya question beside her, the look on the girl's face was priceless. Muirgen had never seen such skeptical surprise.

"What of it?"

"I didn't know he was talking about THE Princess of Dorne. He just called her 'Arianne', "Mya practically shouted before looking to the young woman at Harry's side.

"She doesn't look like the type of person Harry would take for a…um…"

"Lover?" Muirgen assisted.

"Yeah," Mya replied, coughing into her hand. The Sworn Shield threw her head back into a laugh. She could not stop herself even when Mya took to hitting her.

"What? What's so funny?"

"They aren't lovers, just friends." Though Muirgen doubted such a relationship would last long without escalating, it still hadn't.

But, it was only a matter of time.

They were more liberal with such things in Dorne after all and it was easy to see at the last visit that Princess Arianne found Harry pleasing to the eyes. She wasn't lovesick, but Arianne had always wanted Harry's attention. When he was training with Obara or learning to throw blades from Nymeria, Arianne would cheer for him. When he sat with Tyene and Sarella telling them stories, she would sit with rapt attention and fire just as many questions as Harry said words. The girl would find times to touch him, even if it was fairly innocent, and tease him, taking immense pleasure at his blushes.

Muirgen gave credence to the voice in her head that said that was just the young princess' way. That she was just having her fun. But, there was another side of her, a more logical side that would not fall for her excuses, that was screaming 'LIAR!'

"She certainly isn't handling him like a friend."

Muirgen snorted. The idea of anyone handling Harry was amusing. But, Muirgen allowed Mya her preconceived notions. It was early yet, she would learn.

Still, the girl was right. Arianne certainly did not act like just a friend. Muirgen was glad Lady Selyse had not accompanied them. The woman would of either died of a broken heart at seeing the princess so close to her son or launched herself like a harpy at the Dornish girl. Not that she would have been able to touch Arianne without touching Harry. The two were so close together Muirgen doubted air could pass.

"Friend, lover, it doesn't matter. We serve Harry. We can question when necessary, but we do not judge. Unquestioning Devotion, remember?"

"Men swear and break oaths all the time. Why is it when women say it, all of a sudden it becomes serious." Mya muttered.

They were the wrong words to say, for Muirgen grabbed the little girl by her mail and hefted her until she stood on her toes. It would no doubt create a commotion, but Muirgen would rather purge such thoughts from her before Harry caught wind of such things.

Her lord was one that took oaths and honor very seriously.

"We are not those men. We are not sworn to their lords, we are sworn to ours." She hissed bitingly. "You spoke the words, you will live them, or-"

"Or I'll never be a knight?" Mya glared back with a scoff. But, the girl did not intimidate her. She was yet to be blooded in war.

Muirgen was.

She had stared death in the eyes and punched it in the face for Harry. There was no way in Seven Hells that she would allow the little girl to besmirch her words.

"If it were only so simple. You spoke my words little girl and you are of my House. Words I spoke to Harry and words that I have lived by. It was I who vouched for you. Cross those words and you do not just betray Harry, but also smear our honor. If that should ever happen I will part fucking head from fucking shoulders." Muirgen promised, sending the girl stumbling back with a flick of her wrist. Mya fixed her mail and glared at her challengingly. But, for all the venom in it Muirgen was reminded of a kicked puppy. She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"You are still new and still young, I will forgive such words this one time. It will take time for you to learn."

"Learn what?" Mya questioned, following her as she walked with enough paces to give Harry and Arianne privacy.

"That you. Are. Lucky!" She growled harshly, but lowly at the stupid question. "Do you know how many female squires there are in history? Zero. Do you know how many other women were knights before me? Zero. Warrior Queens and women warriors, there were handfuls, but never knights. I come from the Bear Islands and all the women know how to fight and defend themselves as good as any man. How many do you think were named knights?"

"Zero…" Mya grumbled.

"That's right. Zero. But, Harry gave me a chance to be a knight. He gave me a sword, armor, and an honor not given to bastards. After the Greyjoy Rebellion, he knighted me himself. And not in some quiet ceremony as if doing so shamed him. He did it in front of his father, mother, and all the other knights sworn to Dragonstone. It was with pride he did it. Even though he knew there would be those who mocked him, who would jeer at him, he fucking did it with gods-damn pride. Maybe you are still too young to understand the concepts of pride, honor, and fucking loyalty." Muirgen growled.

"But, you will learn. By all the gods you swore to, you will learn. Or it will be head," she said poking at Mya's forehead before jabbing a finger into the girl's collar, "from shoulders."

The girl turned away, shame on her face. That was good. It meant she understood. Muirgen would still teach her. Teach her that she was lucky. Without Harry, only the gods knew where she would be and what she would be doing.

"I only meant that she does not seem like the type of girl Harry would take for his woman. He is Stannis Baratheon's son. And, I have only been with him for a handful of weeks, but I have heard his mother bemoaning the fact he was to wed a Greyjoy instead of a proper lady. You know…like a proper lord." Mya muttered, to which Muirgen was quick to give a small guffaw.

"If Harry were like proper lords, we would not be who we are today." She informed the squire. Muirgen allowed the clenching of her jaw to relax slightly when Mya nodded. As she was thoroughly chastised, Muirgen focused again on Harry. She knew he could take of himself, but it calmed her heart to see him safe with her own eyes.

Besides, he was walking with the Princess of Dorne, anyone stupid enough to attack her would be lucky if Prince Doran gave them a quick death. If they weren't, they would have the Red Viper, Prince Oberyn, to contend with and as sure of her skills as Muirgen was the Red Viper was not someone she would willingly tussle with on anything other than the training field.

There was little fanfare when they arrived, only Prince Oberyn and his bastards. A fact that she knew Harry would appreciate. He always did hate the pomp and glitter of courts.

The older, but still attractive man, widened his arms in welcome before gripping Harry's arm in greeting.

"Harry, my friend, we welcome you back to Dorne." Oberyn said, wrapping his arm around Harry's shoulders. He stood at the right side, making Harry flinch for a moment. Tales were that Oberyn was not as sharp as his older brother, but the man was wise enough to slide to the side and allow Harry's sword arm between them. And, it was done without the prince missing a beat.

"Thank you, Prince Oberyn. I hope you will not think me abusing your hospitality." Harry greeted back graciously. The prince just laughed and patted him on the back.

"Of course not, Harry. I may not like your father or uncle, but you…you I like." Oberyn replied with an open grin.

"Oh? I wasn't aware you have ever met my father." Harry knew full well why Oberyn wouldn't like his uncle.

"I haven't," Oberyn admitted, "but he is said to be a dour and serious man. I dislike such people."

"I may not be as…stern as my father, but I do take certain matters very seriously." Harry said, still puzzled.

"Of course, there are always exceptions to rules. I too take certain things seriously. But, I know that all of life is not to be taken so seriously. There are many wonders to be experienced; some over and over again." He paused to give Harry a lecherous look, an all to obvious hint to what the prince meant.

Harry had laughed softly, shaking his head at Oberyn's bluntness.

"That's why I like you Harry, you're like me. We know when to be serious, but also know life is about living."

Muirgen would have agreed with the statement had Oberyn not compared himself to Harry. Her lord was not like the younger Prince of Dorne. Harry had honor, he knew his duties, and was not a glutton. He knew to have fun, but Harry was more content to be at peace than always having some new trinket or a new girl to fuck. While she knew he enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh, Harry was just as content to sail or spend time with his sister than a woman to warm him.

No, Harry was nothing like Oberyn.

"Oh, I don't know about that uncle. I think Harry is much more handsome." Arianne said from Harry's side, a smirk on her lips as she ran a perfectly manicure finger across Harry's scales. Muirgen was not sure if the girl was joking or not.

"Your words are like spears, Arianne. And here to think, you were my favorite niece." Oberyn mockingly groaned, a hand to his heart as if he'd just been stabbed.

"She's your only niece, Prince Oberyn." Harry said.

"Nonetheless, she is no longer my favorite. Whose side are you on Harry?" He asked, a look of betrayal on his face.

"Mine of course." Arianne replied for Harry, throwing her thick black hair over her shoulder.

"Nonsense, niece. Harry's a man of loyalty. He knows us men must stick together."

"I am on no one's side," Harry interjected before their by-play could get out of hand, "I was just stating the obvious."

The party of three came to a halt in front of the Sand Snakes, all who nodded to her in acknowledgement before fixing their smiles of various stages at Harry.

The first to greet Harry was Oberyn's oldest daughter, Obara. The young woman was big-boned with muscles that spoke of hard training. Her hair was brown and thick, held back in a loose braid down her back. She stood at Harry's height and greeted him with a handshake, like one between men. Harry, for all his training in courtesy, did not bend to kiss Obara's knuckles. Instead, he gave her a hearty pat on her shoulders when she released his hand.

"I hope you've been practicing. I'd hate to find you lacking as a challenge after so long." Obara said, as polite to a congenial greeting as Harry was going to get.

"Last I remember, Obara, it was five-to-four bouts in my favor. Besides, I have extra armor now" He replied cheekily, tapping above his eye.

"That just means you're slower. You'll find that number reversed by the end of your stay, Harry." Obara replied with a predatory grin. Harry laughed cheerily, always up for a good spar, before turning to the next sister.

Obara was by not a great beauty, but Muirgen doubted that a man would not have her. It was only her abrasive personality that kept men at bay.

Nymeria did not have either problem. She had all the beauty her older sister lacked. Her black, straight hair was tied into a neat braid being held together by copper wire at the ends. She was slender, but not lacking in womanly attributes, with skin so olive it was almost bronze and looked soft to the touch. The girl's beauty hid the danger she really was. Muirgen had seen her pull daggers from seemingly out of thin air and knew how to use them. Also unlike Obara, Nymeria was pleasant enough. She gave Harry small smiles and enjoyed touching him to garner a blush almost as much as Arianne did.

"Have you been practice the techniques I showed you?" Nymeria asked after placing a chaste kiss on Harry's cheek.

"Not as much I should have, I'm sorry to say. I've been otherwise too occupied to practice." Harry admitted, ruffling the back of his head with a nervous laugh.

"Well, I look forward to taking your coin then." She replied with a well-hidden mischievous grin. If it weren't for the twinkle in her eyes, Muirgen would have thought it affectionate.

"We shall see." Harry replied before standing in front of Tyene.

Tyene Sand was the Sand Snake that Muirgen trusted the least. Her hair was blonder than any Lannister with sky blue eyes. As much as Muirgen could remember, Tyene was never without a pleasant smile or acted anything sweet.

That was the problem.

She was too sweet. Her little angelic voice, the pious attitude, and just the overall innocence she exuded in a palpable aura. It was too much. There was also the way she had acted around Harry. Their last visit, Tyene couldn't have been more than ten, but she…flirted. Not in the teasing way of Arianne or Nymeria, but like a cat playing with a mouse. It was then that Muirgen knew that Tyene was the one to watch out for.

"It's so nice to have you back, Harry. You will have to tell us all about your adventures." Tyene said, wrapping her arms around Harry and giving him a kiss on the cheek that was far too close to his lips to be 'just friendly'.

"Well-"

"Harry! Harry! Did you kill a lot of men?" A tiny voice came before he could even speak.

The owner was a tiny thing of a girl, only ten. Her hair was long, straight and black. She was an adorable little thing, nearly vibrating in excitement as she asked her question. The curiosity sparkled in her eyes and she grabbed Harry's hand to keep his attention, nearly pushing Arianne, who was still on his arm, out of the way in her eagerness.

"That's not something you ask my dear Sarella." Oberyn admonished the youngest of the Sand Snakes. It wasn't harsh or uncaring, but informative. Personally, Muirgen agreed with him. Not that she would admit it aloud. From the look on Harry's face, he agreed and was thankful for the Dornish prince's intervention.

"But-" Sarella tried, but Harry placed his available hand on hers. Making the little girl still for a moment.

"Killing may as times be necessary, Sarella, but it is not to be glorified. Men sometimes say things in the heat of the moment or to lift the spirits of men around them, but the taking of a life is not something to be taken lightly." Harry explained gently.

"But, weren't they bad men?" She pressed.

"They did a bad thing, but even bad men have families who will miss them. We, as good people, should respect their sadness and not speak joyfully about their pain. I did what I had to, to preserve the peace of the realm and survive. If I did not have to, I would not kill at all. I'd rather be sailing or spending time with my sister or visiting here so we could run around the city." He said softly.

"So," Sarella's face twisted quizzically, "you solve killing with killing?"

Harry thought about the question for a moment before giving a shaky nod.

"That's stupid." She stated, probably even more confused. Muirgen could not blame her. It did sound pretty stupid when put in that way. She knew that there were more facets to it, but Sarella had gotten it down to its most basic.

Harry and Prince Oberyn laughed, some of the Sand Snakes snickering along.

"You will become a very smart women if you've realized that already." Harry chuckled, a comforting hand on Sarella's head.

The others present all shared a soft chuckle as the youngest beamed at Harry with a smile that could have outshone the sun.

But, it was not Sarella Muirgen was concerned about. The look in Princess Arianne's eyes, that caused her some worry. Oberyn's bastards may have been known as the Sand Snakes, but the princess was the one eyeing Harry like he was a juicy mouse to be devoured. Muirgen could only think one thing about that look, even as the voice at the back of head was saying 'I told you so'.

Well, shit…