Rosamund

Their voyage proved to be long and tedious.

Every day seemed the same. She would wake up in her quarters feeling miserable. She would dress herself and use every part of her willpower to appear a proper princess for the crew to remind them what their voyage was for.

But they ate the same foods every day it seemed, and it felt like she had the same conversations every day with Ser Arys and Trystane and her ladies. There were even times when she had considered telling Septa Eglantine that she had laid with Trystane before they had wed in King's Landing and was already with child, just to break the monotony.

No day was much different from the last, and Rosamund felt bored. Silently she cursed herself for only bringing books she had already read and ones she wanted to bring with her to Dorne rather than any new ones.

They had passed by Dragonstone with little trouble, which had made Rosamund feel even more on edge. And there had not been a single storm until they had reached Braavos.

The winds had not proven favorable for them after they had passed Dragonstone, and it had taken nearly 10 days to reach the greatest of the Free Cities. There they had spent nearly a week, waiting for better weather and waiting out a large storm that passed.

Rosamund had enjoyed exploring the city, but she would have liked it even better if she'd been able to do it on her own. But she was never allowed to go anywhere without Ser Arys and several guards tailing her, and she knew that she would never be able to see the true city of Braavos like that.

On the morning of the sixth day following their arrival, they began to sail to Sunspear.

At last, almost a fortnight later, the Dornish coast could be seen.

As Rosamund looked out over the side of the ship, the coast wasn't like any other she'd seen. There was a sandy beach of course, but even further inland, all that she could see was sand that seemed to stretch for miles. No plants or trees, no rivers feeding out into the sea, just desert.

It was hot too, just as Trystane had warned her. She was only wearing a loose gown that did not cover her arms and did not extend past her ankles, but she was still sweating. Trystane had promised that she would be able to dress more freely in Dorne, and wear clothing suitable for the hot weather, which she could only hope was true. As it was, there was next to nothing that she had from King's Landing that she could wear in this heat.

"Do you like it?" Trystane asked, having nervously walked up to her. That was how all their conversations had begun when they were sailing it seemed. He would come to her while she was looking over the rails out at the sea and talk to her then.

"I suppose," she said. She still had not seen much of Dorne, and only had what she had been told. She had not even seen Sunspear yet, much less the Greenblood or Starfall or the Water Gardens or river Vaith or anything else she'd heard about. She was more than glad to have an adventure at least. The last time she'd been allowed to travel from King's Landing was when they went to Winterfell when father had chosen to name Lord Eddard as his new Hand of the King. "It's very hot here."

"Father will tell you that you'll get used to it."

And if I don't? Rosamund knew it would not matter either way. Her place was in Dorne, from now until at least when the war was over, assuming that war did not in fact come to Sunspear. Their child would be born during the war for a certainty, and Rosamund did not want to know how much longer the war would have to last. "Are you hoping for a son or a daughter?" she decided to ask.

The Prince hesitated. "I don't know," he said after a moment.

You meant to say a son, she thought, seeing it was pretty obvious on his face. She wondered what she would name a boy. Perhaps Tyrion, but she was not certain. Rosamund personally wouldn't mind either a boy or a girl.

"You're worried I won't like it here," she realized. "You're worried that I'll hate Dorne, and I'll hate you for it."

Trystane did not say anything, but the look on his face told her she was right.

"I won't hate you," she promised him. "Just so long as you don't give me reason to." She did not care so much about Dorne. If her uncle hadn't chosen Dorne, it would have been somewhere else, neither close to home or of her choosing.

He still remained silent.

"Come on," she told him, as she led him away from the rail. "I know just the cure for your worries."

She took him back to her cabin below deck. Despite how dizzy she felt, she managed to push Trystane inside, right into the wall, and then closed and locked the door behind him.

"Rosamund…" He said, sounding like he was going to protest, but she silenced him.

"Not a word from you," she said, pushing him against the wall, before she started to kiss him. She kissed him until she was out of breath, and when she released him, she could tell he was out of breath too.

Before she could kiss him again though, she felt him put his hands on her waist, and lifted her off the ground, moving her onto the bed.

He started to undress her, removing her gown with little difficulty, leaving her naked on the bed, while he was still fully dressed. As he started to lean over, she sat up. "It's your turn," she whispered, before she began to fumble at his laces.

When at last his clothes fell to the ground, he finally got on top of her, grinning like a fool. "You're pleasuring me," she reminded him, as she took his hands and placed them on her breasts. With her hands over his, she squeezed, and felt him do the same, until she felt the urge to scream.

She felt him enter her, his cock sliding into her wet slit, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, almost trapping him. It felt so good as he moved within her, each time leaving her moaning with delight and pleasure, until he silenced her as she had done to him earlier by putting his lips on hers and kissing, still groping and squeezing her breast even though her hands had long fallen away.

Yes, yes, oh gods, yes, she wanted to cry out, as she must have climaxed. She let her arms fall to the side now, and she unwrapped her legs from around him, though he kept going, still kissing and groping her.

It took a little while longer for him to finally spill his moist seed inside of her.

"Are you satisfied, princess?" He asked.

She grinned. "Oh yes," she told him, and he started to get off of her.

Rosamund found herself trying to remember if he had ever made her felt that good before. It seemed to her that was the first time she had ever felt true passion in their love, rather than a sense of duty.

She was suddenly jolted by Trystane poking her in the stomach. "You've gotten bigger," he said.

"Me?"

"Both of you."

She glared at him. "You are a fool, Trystane Martell."

"What did I-" he started to ask.

She laughed. "The gods are good to have married you to me and not another woman," she told him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you should dress yourself," she said, sitting up and pointing at his clothes on the floor. "We're arriving soon, aren't we?"

Trystane didn't take too long to dress himself, and he left her room after he was finished, while she remained on the bed, sitting up. She looked down at her belly, and rubbed it a little. It had been almost four months now, since she had bled. The baby was almost halfway there, she thought, as strange as it seemed. It certainly didn't feel like her pregnancy was almost halfway done.

It would be just a few more months before she was a mother, if she wasn't one already.

"I hope you're like Tommen if you're a boy," she whispered. "Nothing like Joff."

The babe did not answer her, but she knew it wouldn't be long before she could feel them move within her. Myrcella had told her that the first time she felt Eddard move within her was almost magical.

"I think you'll be perfect," she finally decided.

Rosamund put her clothes on and sat silently. In only a few hours she would meet Prince Doran, and Princess Arianne and Prince Oberyn and maybe even Prince Quentyn. They were to be her new family now, and she felt nervous about facing them for the first time. Even more so about the prospect of telling them that she was with child.

It was a child's silly fear, she knew. On the other side of the world, Myrcella had to face the North as their queen while being the daughter of the enemy. By comparison, Rosamund's struggles seemed to be nothing.

In the end, she decided to take a nap to calm her nerves.

She ended up waking to the sound of Ser Arys calling for her. "We've arrived, Princess," he was telling her.

"We've-oh…" she said, as she stirred. She sat up without any trouble, wondering how she looked in the mirror. "Where are my shoes?"

Ser Arys glanced around for a moment, and then underneath the bed where he found them. She put them on quickly, and then took her white knight's arm to stand up.

"Are you ready?"

Rosamund nodded, and together they walked out from her cabin.

When they finally had disembarked, Rosamund saw Trystane was standing amongst a group of strangers that could only be his family. "My prince," she said, greeting the tall and slender man. "It is good to finally meet you."

"And you are Princess Rosamund," he said. "Sunspear is brightened by your presence, your grace, and Trystane's return."

"Your son is-"

The man laughed. "I'm not your good father, Princess. My brother is tending to the Water Gardens. Perhaps you will meet him soon, but not today."

"Oh," Rosamund said, feeling foolish. The rest of the girls were most likely to be the Sand Snakes then, though perhaps Trystane's sister was among them too. "Is Arianne here?"

"I am Arianne," said the shortest of the group, stepping forward. She was even shorter than Rosamund. The shortest, and the most beautiful too, with olive skin and dark brown eyes like Trystane's. Both her breasts and lips were full, and her hips were curved. Perhaps more of an exotic beauty, but a beauty all the same. "It is wonderful to meet you at last, sister."

Arianne took her hand and put a gentle kiss on it. Rosamund could tell she noticed the swelling of her belly too as she did.

The rest of Trystane's family introduced themselves. Obara was the tallest of the women, and strong, though hardly what could be called comely, while Lady Nym and Tyene were both quite beautiful as well.

Trystane had told him what his family was like while they had been sailing, but even knowing all of that, they still seemed to surprise her. "Well met," she told them, when they were finished, remembering her courtesies, and then she turned to her side.

"I present to you Ser Arys Oakheart of the Kingsguard," she said, allowing the man to step forward. "And Septa Eglantine of the Faith of the Seven."

She noticed the almost mischievous glance that Princess Arianne paid towards Ser Arys. "We should make our way to the castle," the princess said. "I'm sure you must be hungry."

They started to walk off the docks and onto the paved streets of the shadow city, where at least a dozen horses were waiting. Not horses, Rosamund corrected, when she saw them. Sand Steads.

Ser Arys was there to help Rosamund onto her horse. By the time he finished mounting his own horse, all the others were ready.

Princess Arianne stirred her mount to go first, and Rosamund followed with the rest, as she was lead into a new castle, and into a new life.

Author Notes:

I do really want to stress enough that these chapters really aren't in order chronologically. In fact, they aren't even really in a coherent order narratively speaking. The reason why I have them in the order that they are in is primarily because I'm just writing what is coming to me, especially now, when there's a lot of storylines I still don't really have fully fleshed out in my mind. I know where the story is going of course, but I'm still working through a lot of details, so bear with me.