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Chapter 1 - Like Father, like Daughter

Nieve had always wondered why her father had named her after snow. She was anything but fair of skin or hair, nor of heart for that matter, and she did not live up north where snow fell but in Dorne, with sun, sea and arid deserts. But she had once asked her father of her name and he said it was because he knew when they took her in when she was just a baby, that she would be different from her other sisters in many ways. That sounded like Oberyan Martell, always knowing more than he let on. Well he was right, Nieve thought. She had never told anyone of her green sight, and while she imagined her father would understand, she wouldn't want the news to spread, her uncle Prince Doran, wasn't keen on magic, since the days of the mad king.

So she kept her powers to herself - even from her Sandsnake sisters, whom the five eldest were at this time, sat in their father's chambers, plotting how they would reek their revenge on the Lannisters and Greggor Clegane. Nieve had made her suggestion: "I'll go to Kings Landing, and shove my spear down their throats until it pierces their hearts, one by one."

They all wanted nothing more, but the other snakes weren't so enthralled with Nieve's brashness.

"And what could a failed assassin like you do?" Sneers Obara.

"Oh you'd be unpleasantly surprised about what I can do" Nieve grumbles.

"We need revenge but it'll take time."Obara reasoned.

Nieve huffs and lies back on her father's bed. She stares at the ceiling, golden and jewelled suns glisten in the tapestry. She forgot how beautiful the Sunspear was having been in Braavos for many years. There, in the House of Black and White, she had lost her natural Dornish accent, now sounding of the capital - her sisters had always looked at her differently however; not being of biological birth to the Martells. But from the moment she came back from Braavos, two years ago, she was never quite at home, never quite their sister again.

"The same way it took father twenty years, right?", Nieve states calmly. She catches a hint of his scent on the sheets, and the despite the severity of her words, smiles slightly. "He never got his revenge for Aunt Elia because he played it safe."

Obara, Nymeria and Tyene, share a look - they knew it was true.

"She's right," Tyene admits "We can't play it the same way father did. If we're going to have our justice we must take everything from the Lannisters; their lives, their home and their throne."

Nieve sits up staring at Tyene in disbelief.

"You mean war." They all look to the voice of Ellaria Sand who walked in at the moment - she had managed to escape with a small company of Dornish guards from King's Landing, arriving with the message of Oberyan's death. She hadn't come out of the temple where his body lays for days now. She looks red eyed and older than her years all of a sudden. Her clothes were dark in mourning, her usual smirk wiped and replaced with a look of disgust.

"War." She continues, "That city deserves a massacre." Ellaria spits.

"You can't do that." Nieve says aggressively. Ellaria looks at Nieve like she's gone mad. Eyes wide with fury. She strides over to Nieve standing over her on the bed. Nieve stands, eyes defiant, squaring up her unofficial step mother.

"What did you say?!"Her voice screeches with disbelief.

Nieve sighs. "That city doesn't deserve to suffer! But the Lannisters do."

"I watched the mountain take my lover in his hands and crush his head!" Nieve winces at her words - she knows its true but she hates thinking of her father in that context. "So I can demand war, and I will! I will take everything dear from them, the way they took everything dear from me!" Ellaria's voice cracks, but she holds her furious gaze.

Glad I'm not one of your daughters then, if he's all that's dear to you, Nieve thought.

"We don't concern ourselves with wars for thrones," Nyermia pipes up. "We are Unbowed, Unbent and Unbroken."

"We have been broken though." Tyene states, "They took our prince from us -"

"-And I'm saying we'll have our revenge just not through war." Nieve pleads. "I can kill them, just the ones responsible, I swear to the God of Death.-"

"-NO!" Ellaria was almost in sobs but she keeps her head high. "I will take their happiness first. I need that satisfaction, more than just a blade to their throats."

"This isn't the Martell way!" Nieve yells. She was aware her tone was harsh and but she couldn't condone the idea - condemning thousands of other lives to death and suffering on what was a personal vendetta. This was a lesson she had learnt from the house at Braavos in her training - a task that one man could achieve with a single blade was not worth the sacrifice of an army. But she understood her family were in a different stage of grieving - after all she did have four more days to reach acceptance, nor had she watched her father's murder, whilst they still felt unconditional rage.

"We go to war and that's final, and if you.." Ellaria rounds on Nieve, who is striding towards the door, "..do anything to fuck up my revenge, I'll have you join your father in the Crypt!-"

Nieve heard her threat but she was out the door before Ellaria could finish. This could be her revenge but what about my revenge, Nieve thought. She swiftly steps down the corridor, before rounding a corner, Nieve stopped suddenly. She thought she saw a flash of something quickly dash at the end of the corridor. She presses herself against the wall, drawing a embellished dagger she constantly carried, strapped round her thigh. She edges silently closer to the corner, raising the blade in her clenched fist.

She pounces, twisting the arm of her assailant around, crushing his face against the wall and pressing the tip of the dagger to his back.

"Who are you?" Nieve whispers deathly. "Why were you listening into our conversation?"

"Please. Please." He begs.

"It's good you know your manners, but you still haven't answered my questions!" Nieve retorts.

"I was sent by the Spider." The young man struggles, trying to wriggle free. Nieve pushes hard on him, twisting his arm tighter and he cries out in pain.

"So you're a spy. A little Bird, I recall he names you."

"Yes, please let me go."

"'Fraid not just yet, little bird - you know things. I need to know what you know. All of it." Nieve skilful flips him around to face her, pressing her forearm against his chest pinning him to the wall and jabbing the sharp edge of her sword against his chest. "Tell me a way into the castle at King's Landing?"

She could see his face clearer now - a young man caked in dirt, handsome, poor, and scared.

"I dunno! - I don't deliver information into the castle, I pass it on to the squires to reach the Spider." He says desperately.

"Okay, well when do the Lannister's leave the Castle?"

"Hardly ever. They fear the people as much as the people fear them. But I know one Lannister that is missing - The Imp! He fled from the capitol. I heard the spider fled too - dunno how or why."

"Where is he now?"

"The Spider?"

"Both Varys and Tyrion, idiot; of course they fled together." Nieve growls.

"Not sure. I heard a ship left the port of Flea Bottom that night - we think to Braavos."

"And how much did you hear of our conversation in the Prince's room."

"Hardly any of it, I swear it, milady." he panics.

"I'm not a lady." Nieve says solemnly and plunges the dagger deep - making sure the blade reaches the poor boy's heart swiftly so as to spare him major suffering. His eyes look into hers with horror, before rolling into the back of his head. His legs gave way and his body slid slowly to hit the ground. Nieve glanced over her shoulder, no one had seen them. She was relived but it was soon washed over by guilt. This way he wouldn't talk, but she'd wished he was listening in in the first place. But now she had a lead, she would start with the Lannister unprotected from the walls of King's Landing: Tyrion Lannister.

This is a slow building romance - I know it seems like this isn't heading in a NieveXJon direction, but don't worry they will meet. Just want to establish the character first as an individual with her own problems before she gets roped into Jon's. She'll meet some others characters on the way too.

Hope you're enjoying it so far, sorry if their are any spelling or grammatical errors. Please follow, favourite and review.

And see you for Chapter 2 - Revenge Comes In All Shapes And Sizes.