SANSA STARK
Sansa was very excited at the idea of a new sister, well a old sister coming home. It would be so nice to have a sister she could really connect with. Jeyne Poole was a good friend, but as much as she liked to pretend they weren't really sisters. As for Arya it was like they were belonged to different worlds, the less said the better. Sansa had been so excited when Arya had been born. The thought of someone trailing after her like she had their elder sister had been a thrilling thought. But from the moment the youngest female Stark could walk she had chosen Jon Snow. It shamed her to admit it to herself that most of her spite towards Jon and Arya came from a place of jealousy and hurt.
The red head had very vivid memories of a beautiful girl, one that all had admired and cooed over. A part of her had always aspired to be what Mariana would have become. "I wonder how close to the mark I am?" She would obviously be much better than Arya, Even though she was the paramour of a Dornish Prince. A man such as Oberyn Martell would be with a woman of grace and style. But would this distant Lord allow her to return home to them? From the titbits she had overheard, he was a very possessive man who would strike down any one that would hurt his family.
On a happier note the young Stark had begun work on a gift for her sister. She had requested some cloth and haberdashery items to make clothing suited to the north. Her mother had readily agreed and even helped her design a few dresses and cloaks. She happily stitched away thinking if Marianna would like her choices. Word was yet to arrive from Dorne on if or when she would arrive, but of course she would want to return home, wouldn't she?
MELIA SAND & OBERYN MARTELL
Oberyn was very impatient and unsettled, usually evenings in the water garden were spent in peace with family. But that was torn away by that in-damnable Northern Lord, he felt the desire to rip him apart with his bare hands. He paced the room like a caged animal, anger coming off him in waves. His muscles were coiled so tightly it felt as he may snap in two at any moment. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. He had to do something but what? Nothing was coming to mind.
Oberyn would not allow his family to be torn apart. Elia, Dorea and Loreza would not be parted from their mother. Though all 8 of the sand snakes would be up in arms about their mother being taken from them. It made him smile for a moment of the havoc his children could cause. However, declaring war on Winterfell would not be a option. Even the red viper was not such a callous creature.
Witnessing her lovers agitation a small knot of worry began to grow in the pit of Melias stomach, something seemed very wrong. Oberyn had always had a sharp temper but nothing had happened recently to aggravate him. Things had been relatively peaceful, even the constant anger within him had begun to wane. Better to approach the matter head on, the girls would arrive home soon from their trip and they would welcome them together and happy.
Melia took a deep breath and approached " My love, you seem distracted tonight. Is something wrong? Have I done something to upset you?" A hint of self doubt colouring her tone. It had never made sense to her why such a powerful and high ranking individual would devout himself so completely to a bakers apprentice. Maybe Oberyn had finally decided she was not worth the trouble? Or worse still he had found a replacement for me! It had to happen eventually.
Robert Baratheon
The Red Keep was incredibly dull. Don't get him wrong, for those who enjoyed the game of thrones it was heaven. But to a man like he once was it was a slow and humiliating death. Oh he had been the human embodiment of the warrior all those years ago, every maiden would swoon even at the mention of his name. During the Greyjoy Rebellion had been the last time he had felt truly alive. Now the decay that had been eating Kings-landing for decades and settled well within him.
His wife the harpy had quickly become an unbearable shrew, though in his most honest moments Robert admitted he had sucked the joy from their marriage. Even his golden children brought him no joy Mycella and Tommen were sweet children, but Joffrey truly scared him. Despite the crown prince looking like the mad king reborn, he did nothing. But now he would, House Baratheon could not fall any lower. The first order of business was the potential dispute between Dorene and Winterfell.
Robert was secretly quite happy when the raven had come from Winterfell, and not just because of his friends happiness. Dorne had always been too mighty for their own good. A insignificant piece of land who's ruling family holding the title of prince was an insult to the iron throne and House Baratheon. Now he would enjoy the show, the beloved brother of their crown prince made to dance to his tune. Well he would if he ever wanted to see Mariana again!Though there was a greater chance of Sir Barristan drinking and whoring the night away, then Ned allowing Oberyn Martel anywhere near his little girl.
Oberyn Martell
Melias words finally penetrated his angry haze, he looked upon his soul and a look of bewilderment bloomed across his face. "Why would I want anyone but you?" The viper was genuinely confused. Since the moment this lovely creature had crossed his path the older man had been besotted. Of course there had been other lovers but they'd been few and far between. She had truly owned him from the beginning, granted he had not been allowed to wed her. But for Melia to question Oberyns devotion to her, finally snapped him out if his simmering anger. He would find a solution no matter what the cost.
"My love, question anything you wish to in this world, but for the love you bear our children never question my devotion to you."
In a few short strides the red viper of Dorne crossed the room and took Melia in his arms. The fear and anger dissipating in moments. Replaced with air on determination to keep his family safe. A plan began to slowly form in his mind, it was risky but it might just save them,