Daenerys
The bright sun stung her eyes as her ship washed onto the salty seas. But she didn't care about that, she was already excited yet scared as she was going to begin her conquest of Westeros. I can't believe it, I'm finally going home. I wish you could see this, brother.
"Your grace." An old man wearing armor said as he bowed.
"I am Aero Hotah, the captain of Prince Doran's guard. He is greatly honored with both your presence and your decision to land in Dorne." The old man continued.
"Rise, Ser Aero." She said.
"I'm not a knight, your grace."
"My apologies."
"If it pleases your grace, will you please follow me to Sunspear? Prince Doran has been expecting you for quite some time now."
The ride lasted for hours, but it was worth it. Aero brought her to Sunspear. The great seat of House Martell. Viserys had told stories to her about this place, but she never thought that she could one day gaze upon it. The massive gate opened and she rode in with Jorah and Ser Barristan.
"The city is filled with twists and turns at every corner." Viserys' voice suddenly popped into her head.
"They think that they have a city, but it is nothing but a shitpile of snakes, venom and whores, their seat is utterly pathetic when compared to MY city." Her brother's voice continued in her head.
You were wrong.
She rather liked the city, though it was nowhere near as large as the other cities that she's been in., it was vibrant and full of energy. They had finally reached the castle.
"Will your grace please wait? The Prince has some other business to discuss." Aero said.
"By all means, tell him to take his time."
Aero bowed and walked away as she planted herself on a bench beside Jorah and Ser Barristan. Her head turned around and around as she examined the rather exotic architecture and decoration of the castle's interior: Naked men and women carved on the marble ceiling and a thousand suns on the walls.
Her attention was diverted back to her current situation.
"What if he doesn't give me his support? What if we've wasted our time?"
"Doran Martell is a cautious and reasonable man. He must have given a lot of thought into this meeting or he has a false reputation." Jorah said.
"I agree, your grace. I have met The Prince myself, and he is nothing but calm and logical." Ser Barristan said.
The doors to the audience chamber were suddenly open and a servant appeared.
"Please, enter, your grace."
"We'll find out, shall we?" She said to Jorah.
The three of them started walking towards the chamber doors but the servant stopped them.
"The Prince insists that he speak with the Queen alone."
Jorah started "Tell the Prince that we are her most trusted advisors and…
"Please. The Prince insists." The servant's face grew sterner.
"It's alright, I'll go alone."
She walked into the large chamber and saw a very old man sitting in a large chair who she assumed to be Prince Doran. The servant bowed and left.
"Your grace. I would rise but my leg has been rendered useless." The old man said.
"Please don't trouble yourself."
"I wish to get right down to business, if that's alright with you?"
"Believe me Prince Doran, there is nothing I wish more."
"Good. The kingdom is currently ruled by King Joffrey Baratheon on the Iron Throne in King's Landing. They say he's a cruel bastard."
"Excuse me?"
"He is not a trueborn Baratheon, let alone a Targareyen. He is the bastard son of his uncle, The Kingslayer and his mother, the queen regent, Cersei Lannister."
"You're telling me that the Kingdom is being ruled by a mad tyrant who doesn't even have a suitable claim by blood?"
"Yes, that is correct. They say he beat his betrothed in front of the entire royal court and tortured two innocent women for his own enjoyment. I daresay he was worse king than your father."
She stood up in anger with her eyes filled with fury.
"What do you mean? My father was a kind and benevolent ruler who…
"Those are nothing but blatant lies, your grace." Another voice said.
"I'm sorry, your grace, my brother always intrudes on my meetings."
A handsome man emerged from the shadows of the back entrance and walked up. He was dressed in a red robe and spoke with a heavy Dornish accent.
"I regret to inform you, but whatever things you've heard about your father being kind were no doubt biased and false." Prince Doran said.
"He was truly the Mad King, he burned people alive in public because the voices in his head told him to and laughed the whole time. He was bit of a cunt." The handsome man said.
Prince Doran looked at him with disapproval.
"How rude of me not to introduce myself. I am Oberyn Martell, the other Prince Of Dorne."
He held her hand and kissed it as he bowed.
My father wasn't mad….. Those were only rumors, filthy rumors that the people filled my head with.
Although at that point even she herself didn't believe what was running through her head. After all, Viserys was the only source of information I had at the time and he was obviously mad…..
She banished the distracting memories from her head at once and sat down once again, her eyes glassy with shock as they watched Prince Oberyn take his seat beside his brother's side.
"As I was saying, your grace. King Joffrey is a bastard and a monster, he is also quite simple…
"Simple? A fucking dead man has more sense than that cunt."
Doran shot Oberyn another look of disapproval.
"You must excuse my brother. But he is right. King Joffrey is unable to rule by himself. Without his benefactor, his reign will collapse at once."
"Luckily for us, the smallfolk happen to hate him too." Oberyn said.
"Who is the true power in King's Landing then?"
"Tywin Lannister." Doran breathed out.
The look on Prince Oberyn's face was dark and full of rage.
"Tywin Lannister? The man who was responsible for banishing me from Westeros?"
"Yes. He is a brutal and ruthless man but he is also the power behind the iron throne for…
"He had my sister raped. Her children murdered and my sister head caved in. The Mountain raped my sister, he murdered her and my nephew and niece, and he did it all on the orders on Tywin Lannister."
"We'll be frank with you. We don't care about you on the iron throne. But what we DO care about is seeing the great proud lion of Lannister losing everything dear to him." Doran said wearily.
"We will help you invade King's Landing and take the Iron Throne." Oberyn said.
"With Fire and Blood" She sighed.
"When and how do we start the invasion?" She asked.
"Even with our combined forces we would not have enough men. We have spoken with Robb Stark, the King In The North, he said that he will help with our mission to defeat the Lannisters if you allow him to continue to be The King In The North and that he personally takes King Joffrey's head off. Do you agree to these terms?" Doran asked.
She nodded quickly and silently.
"By any means necessary." She said.
"I have spoken to Lady Olenna of House Tyrell. Her family has been loyal to the Targareyens for centuries and will fight for you." Oberyn said.
Here's to hoping that my army and my dragons will be enough.
"As for when the invasion shall begin, we will discuss after the threat has been cleared." Doran Said.
" What threat?"
"White Walkers have been spotted North of The Wall."
White Walkers? But they are nothing but myths, stories to frighten children at night.
"Are you telling me that White Walkers exist?"
"I am, your grace. And we both think that if you help destroy them, the country would flock to your side and the defeat of the Lannisters will be much easier." Oberyn said.
Doran turned to his brother and nodded.
"Do you agree to our terms, your grace?" Doran asked.
She was very taken aback at this.
I have travelled all this way to take back the Iron Throne and they are telling me that I have to fight mythical creatures?
"I'm sorry, but no."
Doran frowned while Oberyn's face twisted into rage.
"I have travelled far too long to fight mystical beings and I have full intention of taking my throne back now."
She turned around to walk away but heard a loud slamming sound behind her. Oberyn had put a hand on the table. For a moment Dany thought that she was mad but…
It's moving. The hand is moving on it's own.
"The White Walkers aren't mystical beings, your grace. If we do not do something soon, they will raise their army of the dead and Winter will come for all of us." Doran said with disapproval in his eyes.
"And we are not going to postpone our vengeance on the Lannisters." Oberyn said with barely concealed fury.
"So will you come with us to the wall?" Doran asked one final time.
I must have inherited my father's madness.
"Yes."