The Dixon Residence.

After being shown around the small greenhouse in the backyard, Rhea was led back into the main house by the Colonel. Rhea recalled the sweet-smelling flowers in the greenhouse and felt that she smelled them before, but she couldn't remember where nor when. All she knew was that there was a thought in the back of her mind that she was trying to grasp, however the memory simply passed through her mental fingers.

'Maybe we had flowers like that back at home,' Rhea thought as she entered the warm house to another scent that wafted into her nostrils. She tried to place the new smell while she was being led into the kitchen where the Colonel picked her up and placed her on a chair at the kitchen island. While she was seated, the Colonel then walked over to a counter after kissing Lainie, who was stirring something in a silver pot, on the cheek. Rhea placed her little hands on the surface of the island while watching Lainie chuckle and wondered if her own mother chuckled like that.

'I wish I could remember their voices,' she thought to herself as the Colonel placed a dark blue mug in front of her, and then he placed one more in front of the chair next to her, and another across from her. Rhea looked up at the Colonel, her eyes tacking him, as he walked to the seat across from her and then sat down while Lainie walked over with the silver coloured pot in her hand, steam rising out from the contents within, and the delicious smell causing Rhea to wipe the drool that was coming out of the side of her mouth. Rhea looked on as Lainie tilted the pot and poured steaming dark coloured liquid into her mug while thinking, 'I know this… I should remember this… but I can't…'

Rhea then watched as Lainie poured the drink into the Colonel's mug, and then into the mug next to her. She then looked on as Lainie walked back to the stove, placed the pot on the surface, and then grabbed a jar filled with multicoloured thumb-sized pellets she didn't recognize.

Lainie walked around the kitchen island and behind Rhea before taking a seat with the jar in her hand. Rhea watched as Lainie twisted the top of the jar open before she tilted the jar and seeing the multicoloured pellets dropping into the palm of her hand. Rhea looked on perplexed at the coloured pellets in Lainie's palm being extended towards her. "It's okay, try one out first," Lainie said.

Rhea reached out and gently picked up a light pink coloured pellet; her eyes widened at how soft it was in her hand. The surface was a little rough, she thought to herself, and then she put the pellet into her mouth. Immediately, a smile formed on her face and she bit down into the soft pellet the size of her thumb; it was soft, sweet, and she enjoyed the flavour… although she couldn't tell what it was. Even so, she enjoyed it.

"What is this?" Rhea asked after she swallowed the food and then watched as Lainie placed three of the thumb sized pellets into the drink.

"They're called marshmallow's," Lainie said with a small smile on her face, "you had the pink one, right?" Rhea nodded her head before Lainie continued, "I think you had the strawberry."

"Oh," Rhea whispered as she looked into the mug, grabbed the spoon, and then fished out the pellet floating in the dark sweet-smelling liquid. She watched the pink pellet resting on her spoon as steam rose off it before she blew on it to cool it down before pooping it into her mouth. She smiled as she chewed the soft marshmallow; and then the flavour from the liquid hit her.

'Chocolate,' Rhea realized with a smile as she looked back down at the rest of the marshmallows floating in the liquid, 'this is chocolate. I'm drinking chocolate.' Rhea then looked up at Lainie and the Colonel before saying, "I remember this… this is chocolate. I am right?"

"Yep," Lainie smiled placing her hand on Rhea's upper back, "do you remember anything else?"

"Just that I have had chocolate before," Rhea replied, suddenly sullen as she realized she didn't remember where she had chocolate before, or with who; nor did she remember when she had it last. She looked back down at the mug with a small frown on her face as she wrapped her fingers around the surface, "but I don't remember anything else."

Lainie rubbed the little girl's back while glancing at the look of sadness etched on Rhea's face before looking over at the Colonel's as he reached out and placed his hand gingerly around Rhea's wrist.

"You'll get the rest of your memories," he whispered, "it may take some time, but I think you'll get them back."

"I am frightened of what would happen if I don't get my memories back," she replied softly and with a sniffle.

"Then I hope you see us as a family," Lainie whispered gently before she wrapped an arm around the little girl's shoulder and then rested the side of her head on top of Rhea's.

Water Gardens, the next day.

"Rhaenys," Doran whispered as he stared at the picture in his hands of Rhaenys sitting on one of the steps that led to the Dixons' home's front porch. The little girl had a smile on her face while Lainie was seated next to her, a grin on her face as well. Doran handed the picture to Oberyn whose face was painted in mixed emotions as he stared at the picture of the girl who was his niece – a girl who the entirety of Westeros believed to be dead.

As Oberyn brushed his finger tips against the smooth surface of the picture in his hand, Doran stared at the three people sitting across from him on a silk covered couch. In between them lay a table covered with trays of various sweet treats and cups of spiced tea. His eyes drifted from Daniel, to Teal'c, and then to the man who was introduced to him several minute ago when they arrived, Colonel Dixon.

"Again, I would like to apologize for my wife being unable to accompany us to this meeting, Prince Doran, Prince Oberyn," the Colonel said nodding his head at each of the two Princes. It was only a few hours ago, before the former boarded the Hammond, that Lainie spoke to the Colonel and said that leaving Rhea now would seem as if she was abandoning her just as they were slowly getting to know one another.

The two Princes, Oberyn looking back up from the picture of Rhea in his hand, nodded their heads before Doran spoke, "you and your wife have an open invitation to visit us at the Water Gardens and Sunspear."

"Thank you," the Colonel replied nodding his head before Daniel leaned forward to speak.

"As we've already agreed," Daniel spoke, "Rhaenys will be given a new identity while she's on Earth. In the meantime, she'll be well looked after…"

"By your family, Colonel," Oberyn interrupted as he reached down and grabbed a soft rectangular sweet the size of his thumb. He eyed the Colonel who nodded his head while leaning back on the couch with his brother to his left, "that is correct, is it not? And she will be safe?"

"Yes, to both questions," the Colonel replied before Daniel continued.

"A chance to live a life without always having to look over her shoulder," Doran said while sensing anger from his brother who was doubtful about keeping their niece away on another planet instead of with them where he had been recently insisting she would be safe. Doran looked over at Oberyn who was linking his fingers after popping the sweet into his mouth, "I want her here as well, but the Spider has his web all over Westeros. If Robert discovers Rhaenys is here before we can even form a plan of vengeance against him and the Lannisters then they will come here with the entirety of Westeros behind them. They will take Rhaenys from us, and they will kill her."

Oberyn scowled as he looked away. Doran sighed before looking back towards the Colonel and t he others. It was only yesterday that one of the guards in the Watergardens caught a spy, one of many hired by Tywin Lannister to search for the real Rhaenys. He was caught in one of the bedrooms searching for anything that could point to Rhaenys staying in the Watergardens… not a real smart thing to do. It was Oberyn who tortured the middle-aged spy who revealed his being assigned to search Dorne… one of many to search Dorne… for Rhaenys. However, the man had no idea what the other spies looked like, which meant that the two Princes would have to be extra careful about any information regarding Rhaenys' real location.

But still, Oberyn believed Rhaenys could be protected in Dorne. He believed it in his very being that she could be, and should be, protected in Dorne. However, there was a small part of him that agreed with Doran, that Rhaenys would be in near constant danger if she stayed with them in Dorne. He also knew that Doran was right, that there would be another war if Rhaenys remained in Dorne.

He already insisted, last night, that he travel with the off-worlders so that he could protect Rhaenys, but it was Doran who insisted that he remain in Dorne. His reasoning being that there would be too many questions asked if the brother of the Prince of Dorne was missing for too much of a time.

"So, she will know the truth about who she really is and where she is from when she is seven namedays," Oberyn said.

"Yes," the Colonel said, "just as it was agreed."

"This is our niece we are speaking of," Oberyn said leaning forward, "and while my request to accompany you to your world to personally ensure she has this…."

"Amnesia," Teal'c said when Oberyn waved his hand around his head signalling a struggling remember the word the three of them mentioned earlier when they arrived at the Watergardens, "it is amnesia."

"Thank you," Oberyn said nodding at Teal'c before his eyes shifted towards the Colonel, "while it was denied by my brother, I would like to have someone accompany you to your world to ensure she really has this… amnesia."

Doran glanced over at Oberyn who was now grinning at the Colonel before reaching out and grabbing another sweet. He popped it into his mouth, leaned back on the couch, and then began chewing. It was a good idea, Doran had to admit. It was something they hadn't discussed among themselves though as he looked back at Daniel and the Colonel who were glancing over at each other before looking back at him.

"We were going to suggest such an arrangement," Daniel said much to the Prince's surprise, "we were thinking either one of you, or someone who knew Rhaenys when she was here."

"Someone she would remember," Doran said while Teal'c sipped the sweet tea from the cup in front of him, "someone who would remember her."

"Indeed,' Teal'c said nodding his head.

"The hope is that seeing one of you, or whoever else you decide to have come with us temporarily would jolt her memories," the Colonel Said leaning forward, "maybe Rhaenys would remember her, and if that happens, then we'd know that her memories are coming back."

"And if she does not remember?"

"Then she lives her life as is, until she's told the truth, and once she is, then we were thinking it would be good for her to meet with someone periodically," the Colonel said while the three of them noted the knowing looks on Doran and Oberyn's face.

"We would like to have someone meet her to teach her about who she is, the customs of your country," Daniel said, "I'm sure there are things she would have to know as a Princess so…"

"I agree," Doran said as a small smile formed on Oberyn's face, "there are things that she should know about being royalty, about who she is and about her heritage as a Dornish and as a Targaryen." Doran paused as Oberyn scoffed when the former mentioned the word 'Targaryen'. He sighed before continuing, "But I suppose those can wait."

Oberyn glanced at Doran; he agree with most of what Doran had just said. He at first believed that the people in front of him would rather not have Rhaenys discover, or rather re-discover, her heritage. But knowing that they wanted Rhaenys to know about her heritage at some point in the near future eased some of the tension he had been feeling until now. He looked down at his hands as he imagined teaching his niece how to wield a sword before looking over at Doran who breathed out while leaning back on the couch.

"Is there anyone you trust to accompany us to Earth for a day to confirm what we've told you?" Daniel asked.

Doran and Oberyn looked at each other for a few seconds; the two of them having the same thought since they were unable to leave. Doran then turned his head back towards Daniel and nodded his head, "I think I know someone who would be perfect."

Starfall, a day later.

The Lady Ashara Dayne had suffered numerous losses, that's what she thought staring into her own reflection. Her chambers in the Palestone Tower of Starfall looked out to the Torrentine river below was dimly lit by candelabra's on the walls as she stared at the full length mirror made of the clearest Myrish glass. She stared at her own violet eyes with a look of despair and loneliness- the rest of her slim figure on display underneath the tight silken dress that wrapped around her body with her back exposed till the curve of the small of her back.

She breathed in before turning around. She stared at the window on the other side of the four post bed that was neatly made that very morning by her attendants. It had been a month since the rebellion where she lost her two best friends, Rhaegar and Elia – Ashara was after all, Elia's handmaiden in Kings Landing. Her death hit her especially hard as far as the brutality of it. And then she was told of the deaths of the babe Aegon and Rhaenys who would call her Ash since she couldn't pronounce Ashara. She loved that little girl, but no she was dead; her blood stained the floor of the throne room.

'The two children are dead,' she thought while taking slow, but steady, steps towards the window. Her hand reaching for and grasping on of the dark brown wooden posts, 'my child was stillborn from the shock, and now… now Ned tells me that Arthur was killed. He killed my brother… so many losses… so many.' Ashara walked forward while reaching for and then grabbing the second post across from her.

She could now she the full moon hanging up in the cloudless sky.

'Just a few more steps and…'

"My lady Allyria!" Ashara froze in place, her right hand gripping tight the second post as footsteps could be heard in the hallway outside her chambers. "My Lady! You must stop running!"

"And you should stop yelling!" Ashara couldn't help but chuckle at her younger sister. She had taken the news of their brother dying hard, so hearing the young woman laughing was a godsend. Laughter was missed in Starfall ever since the stillbirth of Brandon Stark's child. Ashara thought that her sister would rush past her door, but instead, the footsteps stopped right outside before pounding could be heard.

"Sister, are you awake?"

Ashara looked out the window at the moonlight reflecting off the meandering river. She was so close. So very close.

"Sister." Ashara knew the door was locked from the inside. Her heart was telling her to take the next few steps towards the window. She wanted to feel the wind brushing against her face and body.

"Ashara," the gentle voice of her sister spoke, "we received an urgent message by raven from Prince Doran." And Ashara stopped the step forward she was about to take; there were only five more steps she thought to herself. "He would like your presence at the Water Gardens. He asked that you leave tonight."

Allyria knocked on the door again.

"Ashara," this time the voice sounded worried as Ashara turned to face the door, her eyes wide open as she wondered what Allyria would think if she knew what she was contemplating, "are you alright? Are you asleep?"

This time the door shook as if Allyria was trying to shake it open, "Ashara, open the door."

"My Lady," a man's voice spoke while the door shook even more from hard knocks, "my Lady, this is Ser Willem, please open the door." Ashara shook her head before looking back out the window, and then back towards the door. She sighed, strode towards the door, undid the lock, and then pulled the door open to reveal a bald man in armour with the symbol of Starfall embossed on the chest plate, and then she glanced at her sister who was staring at her in worry while holding a rolled up parchment in her left hand.

"What were you doing?" Allyria asked, her eyes trained on the false smile on Ashara's face as the latter stepped aside and let the two of them in. Ashara closed the door and shook her head before saying that she was getting ready for bed. Allyria turned towards her and Ashara saw her sister's eyes looking her up and down while furrowing her eyebrows, "you will go to bed in something as beautiful as that dress?"

Ashara glanced at Ser Willem looking at her, and then back at the open window, and then back at her again with an expression of pity. She wanted to scream out loud that she didn't want his pity, that the pain in her heart was throbbing so much that it felt as if she was about to burst. That having all these deaths one after another was too much for her to bear. Instead, she looked away from the knight and her eyes locked with Allyria.

"It was something new, my dear sister," said Ashara before she forced a smile to her face once again and nodded at the piece of rolled up parchment, "so, the missive from the Prince? Does he say why he's commanded me to the Water Gardens?"

"No, my Lady," Ser Willem said as he nodded his head, "if I were to make a wager though, it would be to give you his condolences personally on the death of Ser Arthur."

"I see," Ashara whispered as Allyria handed her the missive and the woman said to be the most beautiful in all of Westeros unfurled the parchment. She stared at the intricately written words before looking up and nodding her head. Ashara looked to Ser Willem and said, "the Prince expects me there at the Water Gardens by sunrise."

"I will have the retinue ready, my Lady," the Knight said bowing his head in respect to Ashara before he rushed past them, his armour clicking as he walked out of the door. Ashara then turned to an upset Allyria who was staring at her, her hands rolled into fists, and then out the window before turning back towards Ashara once again.

Ashara looked away from Allyria's judgemental eyes and strode towards the door. She closed it before turning around and leaning back against it, "say what you wish, dear sister."

"He was my brother too, Ash," Allyria said, "and I miss him terribly."

Ashara looked away from Allyria as tears welled in the former's eyes.

"I wish your son was… was alive, I wish that the man you loved was alive, I wish…" Allyria rushed forward and placed her hands on the dark brown haired woman's shoulders and pulled her in close, "I wish things were different. This war… this war changed everything. We lost so many of our loved ones, and… and we have to…"

Ashara held onto Allyria tight while feeling drops of water falling on her bare left shoulder. She wept as well while whispering, "I… do not know how to move on… I... I really do not..."

"We must go through this together, Ash," Allyria's voice cracked while closing her eyes, "I cannot do this alone."

"You have been betrothed to Ser Dondarion," Ashara wiped her eyes as she pulled away from her younger sister, "you will not be alone."

"In some ways I will be," Allyria said before she placed a hand on Ashara's cheek. She glanced at the window and then back to Ashara, "I will come with you to the Water Gardens."

"The Prince asked for only I," Ashara relied shaking her head, "although I wish I knew the reasons why." AS she walked towards her closet, Ashara glanced at the open window for a second and then looked away. The pain was already too much for her, and she had every intention of jumping out of her window and into the rushing waters of the Torrentine River below. However, there was a part of her that was fighting to live – especially after reading the missive. She didn't know why, but there was a feeling in her chest that her life was about to change.

TBC