The Prince of Storms and the Princess of the Red Sun

by jason951138

Thirteen-year-old Steffon Baratheon is the black-haired, blue-eyed Prince, son of King Robert Baratheon and his wife Queen Cersei Lannister. On a trip to Dorne he makes a proposal to the ruling prince of Dorne, Doran Martell, but both he and his brother Oberyn take the young prince's words with great caution.

11. Chapter 10: Preparations and Invitations

Dragonstone 298 AC.

Steffon Baratheon

Today was his name day and the True Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, he had started the day training with the Red Viper of Dorne, until they were both exhausted and the young black-haired prince ended up with a bruise on his face.

Now he was sitting on a rock watching his younger brother Tommen practicing swordplay with his cousin Edric. They were both using wooden swords, Tommen had insisted that he wanted to use real steel like he and Edric had been doing moments ago, but Steffon convinced him that he needed to get used to using the wooden swords first to exercise his arms and get them used to it.

While they were sparring, Steffon was stroking the lion cub's fur. He has grown quite a bit. Steffon thought. Tommen has been feeding him well. Prince Baratheon smiled at that, happy that his little brother listened to his advice on how to take care of his pet.

His little brother often fell during sparring but he always got up ready to try again.

He has the spirit of a warrior. Steffon thought. Just like the Kingslayer.

Steffon often wondered how Myrcella and Tommen could be the children of his mother and the Kingslayer, they were both very sweet and kind children. From what he found out during his time in Castely Rock as a ward of his grandfather, neither his mother nor the Kingslayer had been like that during his childhood. Both were spoiled and mischievous children, always taking advantage of the advantages of being the heirs of House Lannister. Although he once heard to his aunt Genna say that his mother had a certain charm when she was a child, but that charm was gradually lost after her mother's death.

After that his mother became a hateful and spiteful girl who tried to emulate her father, while the Kingslayer's arrogance grew as he improved his skill with the sword.

"When she matured and flowered, there was no more beautiful maiden. She could have been so much as your grandmother, Steffon. But poor Joanna left us too soon. So, your mother tried to be like your grandfather, but the world would never allow her to be that." Her grandfather's sister, Genna, had told him one time when the young prince decided to ask him about his mother.

Joffrey absorbed the worst of them. Stefon thought with a snort. His cruel and stupid half-brother had the same explosive temper as his mother, but it got much worse and worse as time went by, and he was just as arrogant and proud as the Kingslayer, but without any of the martial skill that the blonde knight had. But Steffon also noted that Joffrey had a sadistic streak that neither his mother nor the Kingslayer possessed; his bastard twin brother sincerely enjoyed the pain and suffering of others, as well as excessive violence. On the other hand, Myrcella and Tommen had the kindness of their uncle Tyrion. Steffon had to admit that despite his imp uncle's flaws, he generally had a good heart and cared about the well-being of other people, despite all the mocks and ridicule he had received all his life. He has his father's intellect, but lacks his father's evil.

My mother is the complete opposite. Steffon thought. She has my grandfather's cruelty, but she lacks his political diplomacy. The young prince knew that his mother had some of the famous Lannister wit, but she lacked judgment and patience. And like Tywin Lannister, his mother acted without thinking about the long-term consequences of her actions, albeit on a much worse scale than her father.

Steffon thought about Joffrey again, remembering how he had once gutted a pregnant cat and shown the foetuses to his father thinking he would be proud, Steffon who was having dinner with his father and uncle Stannis, listening to them talk about the Siege of Storm's End during the Rebellion, then Joffrey entered with the fetuses in one hand and the bloody corpse of the cat in the other, he had vomited when he saw them, while his father and uncle Stannis were equally disgusted. I really thought Father had killed him that day. Steffon thought, remembering the blow his father had given Joffrey, knocking out three of his teeth.

The black-haired Prince always wondered why his mother refused to see the monster that Joffrey was, but the worst part was that she still planned to sit him on the Iron Throne.

She would rather see the Seven Kingdoms at War than see me sit on the Iron Throne. Steffon thought angrily clenching his fists. It doesn't matter. He thought. The plan is already in motion, and I have already raised doubts about my mother's and the Kingslayer's loyalty to my uncle Stannis, Jon Arryn, and Ser Barristan.

He decided to put those thoughts out of his head and returned to focusing on his little brother and his cousin. Tommen was sweaty, while Edric looked tired. Steffon had knocked down his cousin three times while practicing, until the Dragonstone heir accepted that he couldn't beat him. Although Steffon suspected that his cousin's tiredness was more due to his nocturnal activities.

Steffon almost choked on his breakfast when he heard Arianne tell him that Nymeria had sneaked into Edric's room last night, apparently the fact that Arianne refused to let any woman other than Tyene share the bed with them, had made Nymeria look for his own Baratheon to give her pleasure.

According to Nymeria, Edric had done well for his first time and they had done it more than once that night. Steffon laughed at that and it made him remember the first time he had been with a woman:

The young prince Baratheon was in his chambers in the castle of Storm's End, he was sitting at his desk trying to read a book. He had had a long day attending to court business. Most of the Baratheon bannermen already saw him as the Lord of the Stormlands, since he spent more time here than his uncle Renly. He laughed remembering how many Lords brought his daughters, hoping that they would seduce him. 'They think I'm like my father, that I have the same appetites as him.' Steffon frowned, knowing that his mother saw it the same way. 'It doesn't matter.' He thought. 'My plan is already in motion, the carpenters in King's Landing had already followed his instructions, I only have to go to Highgarden to start the first part of my plan.'

At that moment the door opened, interrupting the black-haired prince's thoughts. Steffon watched Lady Melisandre enter his chambers, close the door and then lock it so that no one would enter, at the same time he watched as she looked at him with a beautiful smile on her face.

Since he met her when he was a child of only seven years old, Steffon had always considered the Red Priestess of Asshai to be a very beautiful woman, but lately he had begun to notice more of her curves, her long, beautiful blood red hair, as well as her full breasts and the way she held them, she walked. Always wearing some beautiful red dress, which highlighted her figure making her look even more beautiful. But he always acted cautiously when he watched did it, knowing that there were people watching the whole time.

"Can I help you with something my lady?" He asked her kindly, she just sighed and sat on the bed, then motioned for him to join her.

Steffon closed the book, got up from his desk and sat on the end of the bed with her.

"When are we going to Highgarden?" She asked him, bringing his face closer and looking into his blue eyes. Melisandre was the only person who knew his plans.

"In three days." According to Lord Manderly's letter, he would be arriving at Reach in a week. "Once I take care of my business, we can start with the first part." Steffon didn't say more since the red-eyed woman knew what she meant.

Since he met her, the Melisandre had taught him that the best way to communicate was to only say half of what you really wanted to say or to write it on a piece of paper and for both to continue communicate through writing until the conversation was over, and then burn the paper. That way any curious bastard who could be listening to, never would know what they were really talking about.

"Good." She said, getting closer to her face and caressing him on the cheek. 'His hands are very warm and soft.' He thought. "In the meantime, we can work on other things necessary to ensure success."

Before Steffon could ask her what she meant, Melisandre leaned in close to her face and pressed her lips to his. Steffon was surprised by this and even more that Melisandre took their faces with both hands to deepen the kiss. It didn't take long for Steffon to close his eyes and return the kiss. He felt her warm lips next to his and how she was looking for an entrance to his mouth with his tongue, he opened her mouth to allow entry. They both continued kissing with their tongues tangled, at times Melisandre bit his lip, which excited him more. When she began to massage her crotch to remove his belt, the young prince broke away from the kiss and got up from the bed excited.

"I'm sorry..." he started not knowing exactly what to say, but Melisandre just continued smiling.

"It's okay to feel nervous the first time. There's no shame in that." The woman said, getting out of bed, standing in front of him and stroking the hair on his forehead. Steffon noticed that she was taller than him. 'And most of the men.'

Realizing what she was talking about, Steffon's eyes widened. "You mean we're going to..."

Melisandre smiled and licked her lips. "If you plan to make her happy, you must first know how to please her." She said caressing her face with both hands. Hearing that Steffon remembered what he heard about Dornish women. 'The women of Dorne are the most lascivious and passionate in the world.' His uncle Tyrion had said once and although it was intended to be a joke the young prince knew that he was serious.

Melisandre spoke again "And I can teach you how to do it. Also let's not forget that you still have to give yourself completely to the True God." Steffon stood by her listening attentively as he did not realize that the priestess had unbuckled the belt of his pants. "Take off your shirt and sit on the bed." She said after taking off his pants. Steffon obeyed; he took off his shirt to sit on the bed completely naked.

Melisandre smiled when she saw him naked and began to unroll the braids of her dress. She opened her dress revealing her breasts and her cunt. Until she finally let her dress fall to the floor, for Steffon to observe her in all her naked glory.

'She is so beautiful'. The young prince thought. Just by looking at her, he felt his cock hardening. She smiled at his look of desire and approached the bed, sitting on him, wrapping her legs around him. She put her hands around her neck and moved closer to kiss him again. Steffon opened her mouth to allow access to Melisandre's tongue, she smiled and moaned into her kiss. He kissed her back intensely while he caressed her naked back.

Steffon lost himself in the kiss while Melisandre strangled her tongue with his own. He stopped caressing her back and started massaging her breasts, she moaned while he did it. The young prince felt satisfied at that, remembering how several women told him that he had very soft hands. 'Another thing I have to thank her for.' Remembering that it was Melisandre who told him to wear gloves during her sparring sessions, so that his hands would not become hardened by the sword.

'Women like boys with soft hands.' she had told him once.

The young prince Baratheon separated from the kiss, Melisandre looked at him disappointed, He tried to put his mouth on her right breast but she stopped him by grabbing his face.

"Not yet." The red-haired woman said with a mischievous smile, looking deeply into her eyes. "We have to go slowly." She started caressing her cheeks. 'She wants to drive me mad.' He thought. "You are a very beautiful young man, my prince. But that will not be enough to please your woman." She gave him a short kiss on the lips. "You have to please her in such a way that she begs for more, that she desires you in such a way that she doesn't want to let you go and finally when she is completely lost in desire and lust, she will beg you to be inside her." After saying that, Melisandre kissed him again with great intensity, biting his lips and sucking his tongue.

Steffon returned the kiss with the same intensity, opening his mouth and sucking her tongue as well moaning in excitement and pleasure, while he hugged her tighter so that their bodies were closer, which made Melisandre wrap her legs around him even more. While the Red Priestess devoured the prince's mouth, he began to feel a tingling down there, Melisandre must have felt it since she separated from their kiss to lie down on the bed.

Steffon was surprised at this before, but then he saw the beautiful woman who was lying on the bed touching herself and smiling at him seductively.

"Get on top of me." she told him, motioning to him with her finger. Steffon smiled, slowly approached her and was about to penetrate her. "Not yet." she said. "Come closer." He got on top of her and decided to kiss her again. Melisandre wrapped her arms around her neck to kiss him with the same passion. Prince Baratheon felt her cock was hardening but still he did not penetrate her, waiting for her to tell him when.

While they were kissing, Steffon ran his hands over Melisandre's breasts, gently caressing them as well as her legs. 'Her skin is so soft and warm'. He thought of her while caressing the beautiful body of the Red Priestess. Melisandre moaned and then grabbed her face with both hands to separate it from her kiss. "Kiss my body." she told him looking into his blue eyes. "But I want you to take your time." She caressed his cheek and ran a finger over his lips. "I am all yours my prince, tonight and all the other nights to come."

Steffon smiled at the red woman's words and gave her a kiss, passing his tongue over her lips, then began to move down and kiss her jaw and then her neck, which was difficult because of her necklace, with the ruby she was wearing. He had asked her once why she didn't take it off, to which she replied 'part of my power is concentrated in this necklace, I can only take it off once a month.'

Prince Baratheon continued down her body kissing her, when he reached her breasts, he placed one of her breasts in her mouth and began to suck it while caressing the other softly with his hand. Steffon ran his tongue over her left nipple while he tugged on the right one with his hand. Melisandre began to moan as he did so, at the same time she ran her hands through his black hair to keep him there.

Steffon then took her breasts with both hands to kiss them, while he gently brought them together and squeezed them. After licking and sucking her breasts, the prince went down even further, kissing the woman's navel, until he reached her legs and the entrance of her cunt.

The young prince began to lick and suck the woman's cunt, which made Melisandre begin to moan loudly. Steffon grabbed her legs while he sucked, licked and nibbled on her pussy, which caused the red-haired and red-eyed woman to arch her back and claw at her sheets.

Steffon continued sucking Melisandre's cunt, but seeing her scratch the sheets and arch her back, he stopped, wondering if it was enough. "Don't stop my prince." said the red woman with an agitated look. "Go ahead and use your fingers too." Stefon smiled as he watched her excited face, so he buried his head again in the Red Priestess's delicious cunt. She wrapped her hands around his head to push him to stay there. Prince Baratheon did as she asked and began to put his fingers inside her cunty while he licked it. He continued doing it, until he had an idea, he kept her fingers in Melisandre's cunt and climbed over her body to start sucking on her breasts again, which made her moan even more.

After sucking on her two breasts, he approached her to kiss her again, she welcomed him by taking his face with her hands to kiss him too, moaning into her kiss, while he held his fingers in her cunt. Melisandre tangled her tongue with his, which caused his cock to start dripping. She broke the kiss by taking his face with her hands. "Go back down there and finish what you started." She licked his lip. "You're almost done." He gave her a short kiss on the lips and then began to kiss his way down her body until he reached her pussy again and began to suck it again, which caused Melisandre to moan again, while he sucked her pussy or combined it with the movement of his fingers which made her moan more loudly until she finally ended up in the prince's mouth.

Steffon was surprised by this but he didn't care, he just licked it and swallowed the woman's fluid. The young prince looked up to see Melisandre smiling at him with satisfaction. "Very well done, my prince." She stretched out her hands for him to take them, he did so by approaching her and standing on top of her, until her face was very close to her. "Now is the time, take me and make me yours my prince." Steffon nodded and entered her causing them both to moan.

"Move slowly, that way you'll enjoy it more." She told him looking into his eyes, Steffon nodded and moved gently looking into her eyes, she smiled and grabbed the back of his neck to kiss him, he kissed her back until their tongues were joined again fighting in their mouths. He started massaging her breasts with his hands. "Just like that, my prince." Melisandre said, separating from her kiss and caressing her face. "When you are with a woman you don't have to fuck her, but rather make love to her, caressing her, contemplating her and making her feel so longing for your touch in a way that she would never want anyone else." The young prince didn't know what excited him more, Melisandre's words or the way she looked at him while she said it.

Steffon approached to kiss her again while he penetrated her, until they both moaned into each other's mouths and he finished inside her. At the end Steffon fell on top of her, sighing into her body. He felt Melisandre caressing his black hair and kissing him in the neck and licking his hear, the young prince rolled over her, lying next to her.

"That was..." he tried to say but he was speechless.

"It was very satisfying." Melisandre said smiling and getting on top of him, the ends of the Red Priestess's long red hair falling on his chest, tickling him. "And it can be even better. There are many other pleasurable ways to do it, my prince. I will show them to you." She gave him a short kiss on the lips.

Steffon thought about that for a moment. "Will we have the time to do it?" he asked, "We'll start the first part soon."

"Are you planning to send me away my prince?" she asked playfully.

"Of course not."

"Good." She said and then kissed him on the lips. "That means we will have many days to practice." She approached him again to kiss him and then separated from him, biting his lip. "Now I'm going to do something that you will enjoy and that she will then gladly do for you if you can satisfy her properly." Then Melisandre began to kiss him on the neck until he descended from it to his chest, until he finally reached his cock and began to suck it, which made Steffon moan like never before.

Prince Baratheon was brought out of his memories when he saw his little brother and cousin walking towards him, both looking sweaty and tired.

"How did it go?" He asked his little brother and his cousin.

"Tommen is a quick learner." Edric said giving Tommen a pat on the back.

"Can I practice with you now?" Tommen asked excitedly looking at him. "I want to continue and be as good as you."

Steffon laughed and stood up to ruffle his little brother's blonde hair. "Tomorrow." Tommen wanted to protest, but he politely cut him off. "You've practiced enough for today, Tommen, your body needs to get used to the rhythm before you can train for longer. Do you understand?" Tommen nodded; Stefon smiled happy that Tommen always listened to him knowing that he only wanted what was best for him. "Good. Why don't you take Ser Pounce and go find with Myrcella and Shireen."

"Alright." Tommen said smiling and returning to the castle with his pet.

Steffon sat down on one of the rocks again and Edric joined him. The young prince offered Edric a canteen of water, which he gladly drank.

"He admires you; you know?" Edric said looking at Tommen who was running to the castle with the lion cub. "He kept saying that he wanted to fight as well as you." Steffon snorted. "Didn't you hear it?"

"I was thinking about other things." He responded to his cousin without trying to laugh. Before Edric could ask what, he meant, Steffon spoke first. "It's normal, though. Every child looks for someone to look up to and takes them as an example to follow. And when your father is a drunken whoremonger and your other brother is a cruel piece of shit, you don't have much choice."

Edric laughed. "I guess you're right. It reminded me of you when you came to stay with us for a year." Steffon smiled remembering how he had sought out his uncle Stannis for advice whenever he could. His uncle seemed reluctant, but later took him on as his cupbearer and kept him at his side for most of the time. Edric didn't mind this, as he was more interested in practicing with the sword, so he was happy to ignore it his responsibilities at that time. "He's not just him, from what I saw Myrcella always looks for you when something bothers her. I wish Shireen was like them, instead of always answering me and questioning everything I say." Steffon laughed at the annoyance in his cousin's voice.

"You say that because she's smarter than you." Steffon told his cousin with a superior smile, to which the other Baratheon hit him on the arm, he just laughed.

"She devours books, as the King drinks a barrel of wine." Edric said with a certain touch of envy in his voice. "I don't know how she does it. Even Maester Cressen is amazed by her great intellect."

"A good mind needs books, just as a sword needs a whetstone." Steffon said, remembering the teachings of his uncle Tyrion.

"Ser Davos cannot read." Edric said trying to defend his point of view. "And my father considers him his most intelligent vassal."

"Ser Davos is an adult man who has travelled throughout Westeros, part of Essos and met and negotiated with people of different social backgrounds. He does not need to know how to read to learn the nature of men or their intentions."

Edric finally gave up. "I guess you're right. As always." Edric said this last thing with a false annoyance, to which they both laughed. "Mother always says that young ladies need to read everything they can to get an idea of how the world works and to be prepared for it."

"She's right cousin. Young ladies need to be smart, considering the world we live in." Steffon tried not to let his tone reveal his thoughts, if Edric noticed it, he didn't say anything. "Besides, you better get used to it. Because now you will have two girls in that castle who know how to read better than you." Edic laughed again.

"I trust that baby Cassana will have a free spirit like me, when she grows up." Edric said sarcastically and they both laughed. Steffon noticed that his cousin seemed more tired than normal so he decided to change the topic of conversation to something more interesting.

"So, tell me, dear cousin." Steffon began with a smile. "There's some reason you're more tired than usual." Edric avoided his gaze and blushed. "Some nighttime activities, perhaps?"

"The fact that you asked me that question shows that you already know the answer." The heir of Dragonstone confronted without looking at his cousin. "I guess your betrothed told you."

"Dornish women are not very discreet about their activities under the sheets." Stefon said, remembering how Tyene looked at him since she shared his bed with him and Arianne, even when they arrived at King's Landing, she kept giving him flirtatious glances and smiles. The nobles in the Red Keep had started to murmur about it, but Arianne didn't seem to mind. "So, how was it?"

Eric looked at him surprised by the question. "It was..." he widened his eyes as if he didn't know where to start.

"Judging by the expression on your face I would say it was very good." Steffon laughed when he saw his cousin's nervous smile and flushed face. "You were lucky that your first time was with a Dornish, they really know their way around. Although the beautiful Red Priestess who took my virginity certainly knew what she was doing." Edric looked at him surprised, but then laughed at that.

"And what does your future wife think about your lover accompanying you everywhere?" Edric asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"I haven't slept with her since I got engaged to Arianne." Steffon said proudly. "And I don't plan on doing it again unless she invites her into our bed."

"She probably will." said Edric "If she lets her cousin Tyene share the bed with you almost every night I don't see why she wouldn't let the beautiful Red Priestess do the same." Steffon looked at him surprised and his cousin blushed at him. "Nymeria told me." he said trying to defend himself. "We also talked a little last night." Edric blushed even more.

"That's good to know." Steffon said holding back a laugh. "Returning to the above, I assure you, dear cousin, that I do not plan to sleep with any other woman, unless my future wife invites her to our bed."

"She probably would, Dornish are passionate people after all." Edric said sighing, so Steffon laughed again, and the embarrassed Dragonstone heir tried to take the conversation somewhere else. "I must say, I was surprised when I heard that you were engaged to the princess heiress of Dorne. My mother even checked that the letter was authentic." Edric said the latter laughing. "How did you convince Prince Doran so that he would agree to marry his only daughter to you? It's no secret that he has no love for our family."

Steffon took another drink of water before answering. "The Dornish only despise my grandfather, the Kingslayer, and my father. I assure you, cousin that they have, no ill intentions toward the rest of our family." Edric didn't seem convinced. "If it were like that, I assure you that you would have been alone last night." Edic blushed again and looked to the other side. "As for how I get Prince Doran to accept my proposal, I assume that you already know what gift I take to Dorne." Edric nodded. "Apart from my gift, I offered them something else."

"What?" Edric asked, when Steffon didn't say anything else.

"That's something I can't tell you. Not now at least. But I assure you that I had my reasons for choosing the Princess of the Sun as my wife."

Edric didn't say anything, he simply remained thoughtful, so Steffon decided to lighten the mood. "Besides, I couldn't choose the Golden Rose of Highgarden as my wife." Edric looked at him nervously. "What kind of cousin would I be if I chose the woman, you're in love with." Her aunt had told him of Edric's infatuation with Lady Margaery, which began when he served as cupbearer at Highgarden two years ago.

Edric's entire face turned red as a tomato. "I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Don't try to deny it Edric. Aunt Alysanne told me everything in one of her letters last year."

"I didn't know you liked to gossip like an old woman." Edric said, clearing his throat and trying to erase the nervousness from his face.

"I only worry about you cousin."

Edric remained thoughtful and somewhat sad before speaking. "It doesn't matter what I feel. Mace Tyrell would never agree to marry her to me. I am only the heir of Dragonstone after all."

"Perhaps, but we'll see." Steffon said and Edric looked at him confused.

"What exactly are you planning?" Edric asked him uncertainly.

"I'm just going to tell you that everything I do is done for the benefit of House Baratheon. So, trust my cousin."

"It's okay, I'll trust you." Edric said and then raised the canteen of water high. "For the marriage between the Prince of Storms and the Princess of the Sun." and with that he drank the rest of the water.

After talking for a while longer, both young Baratheons returned to the castle to wash and prepare for supper. As they all sat down at the table to eat, Steffon noticed that his aunt Alysanne ordered that they prepare roast chicken, with potatoes and roasted vegetables, his favourite. He thanked his aunt for that and ate happily. During dinner Steffon noticed that Melisandre was not with them and that Arianne and Tyene got up quickly from the table.

When Prince Baratheon finished eating, he returned to his room and found Arianne, Tyene and Melisandre naked waiting for him.

Steffon couldn't help but look at the three beautiful women who were naked and swallowed before finally being able to speak. "This is a surprise."

"A pleasant one I hope." Tyene said smiling at him.

"I was going to say unexpected, but that word works too." Stefon said still unable to take his eyes off the three beauties. "And to what do I owe this unexpected but pleasant surprise tonight?"

"It's your name day." Arianne said approaching him. "I thought I'd do something special, just for today." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. She licked his lips and then moved away from him.

"Take off your clothes, my prince." Melisandre said with an adorable smile.

Prince Baratheon obeyed and began to take off his clothes. When he was completely naked, the three women grabbed him, threw him on the bed, and so the four of them embarked on a night of passion that lasted until almost dawn.

Dragonstone 298 AC.

Arianne Martell

The princess of Dorne woke up hugging, her betrothed, today was their last day in Dragonstone, they will sail for Storm's End tonight. Last night they had had a long night of making love, it was Tyene who convinced her to give him, that gift to her future husband. Although Arianne knew that her cousin had been wanting to sleep with the red woman since she first saw her in Dorne, she smiled remembering everything they had done last night.

The Red Priestess, Melisandre, proved to be very skilled in bed, Arianne couldn't remember the last time a woman had caused her so much pleasure, not even Tyene knew how to use her tongue and fingers as well as the Red Woman.

The heiress of Dorne was now alone naked in bed with her betrothed, apparently Tyene and Melisandre decided to let them sleep a little longer.

Arianne was lying on Steffon's chest, watching and caressing her scars. He had told her that he had done it training with warriors and knights much more experienced than him, and after seeing him train so hard with her uncle, it wasn't difficult for her not to believe him. Although he had already demonstrated his great martial abilities when he defeated Obara and Ser Daemon Sand without much difficulty.

She and her cousins were impressed by how Steffon, being so young, now managed to keep the attacks of the Red Viper of Dorne at bay.

"You're tickling me." Prince Baratheon said, smiling at her and looking at her with his blue eyes.

"I was trying to wake you up." she said smiling. "And it looks like I made it." She approached him to kiss him on the lips.

He smiled at her. "Yes, you did it." He said looking around the room. "Where are our lovely bed companions?"

"They got up early apparently." Arianne said sitting on top of him. "They left us both exhausted and left." Steffon laughed and started massaging her hips, just as she started caressing her chest.

"You ready for another round." Steffon said looking into her eyes running his finger over her nipple.

"Considering this is the first time in weeks I've had you to myself, and I'd say yes." She leaned in to kiss him again, while he wrapped his arms around her back. They both continued kissing with their tongues intertwined in their mouths. Arianne felt how Steffon caressed her entire body until he reached her butt and squeezed it. She couldn't help but moan. The young Prince Baratheon's hands were very soft and his touch was slow and gentle.

Soon their mouths separated and both were left with their faces very close, looking into each other's eyes.

"It does not bother you?" He asked her, but she just looked at him confused. "Tyene, I mean. I guess you've noticed the way she sometimes looks at me and smiles."

She smiled and kissed him again. "I'm quite aware that Tyene has grown very fond of you." Steffon raised an eyebrow. "More than the rest of my family and she likes you more than she would like to admit." She caressed his face. "But I also know, that she would never betray my trust and do something I didn't like."

"Like what?" he asked curiously.

"Like allowing your child to grow in her womb. " He looked at her panicked. "At least without my permission. " She laughed at his betrothed face and leaned in to kiss him again. When they separated, he looked into her eyes seriously.

"You know I'm not going to share you with any other man, nor allow another man to share our bed, right?" he told her, trying to change the subject in a tone that did not indicate argument. "I also won't sleep with another woman unless you're the one who invites her into our bed."

"Such a closed mind." Arianne responded with a mocking tone and placed another kiss on his lips. "I know that Steffon, and I promise you to honour our wedding vows." She took his hand and sucked one of his fingers, which made him smile. "Unlike what most in Westeros believe, we Dornish take our marriages very seriously. Yes, we enjoy the lust of youth and are much more open about our pleasures. But when we finally marry, we are like most people." She took one of his fingers again to suck it. "So, I promise you that I will never betray you with another man."

Steffon smiled happily, but then his smile turned mocking. "Didn't your uncle Oberyn sleep with Lord Edgar Yronwood's wife?" Arianne looked at him surprised, obviously she didn't expect Steffon to know that story. "And that was why he duel with him and ended up killing him, for which he had to be temporarily exiled to appease House Yronwood."

"First of all, the woman my uncle slept with was Lord Yronwood's paramour, not his wife."

"My mistake but..." he started to say, but Arianne didn't let him finish.

"Second, my uncle never saw it as an exile, but as a journey of adventure and learning." Steffon just laughed. "And third, how do you know that?"

"I know many things my love." He caressed her face. "Before I went to Dorne I made sure to learn everything I could about you and your family, I knew they wouldn't be very happy to welcome me, so I prepared myself for any physical and verbal combat we might have."

"Good for you." she answered simply. "But getting back to our main topic, my uncle has always been quite reckless and impulsive." Steffon laughed again, knowing that those words fell short of describing the Red Viper of Dorne. "And although I admit that many times I wanted to follow in his footsteps, I have learned that not thinking things through properly before acting can be fatal, not only for you but for everyone you care about."

"When exactly did you learn that?" Steffon asked with some surprise in his voice.

"When we met." She answered him simply, she leaned over him until his face was just a few inches away. "After everything you told me about your family, being more specific about your mother's family. I have learned that this world is much more treacherous and dangerous than I thought. And if I want to survive, I have to be patient and careful, just like you."

He looked into her eyes intensely and took her face to kiss her. Arianne was surprised but she quickly kissed him back. While his tongues entwined, Steffon made them both roll on the bed, leaving him on top.

It didn't take him long to penetrate her again, making her moan. He kissed her, and then began to leave a trail of kisses down her face until he reached her jaw and finally her neck.

"And just so you know," Arianne said between moans as her future husband sucked and bit her neck. "I plan to continue inviting Tyene to our bed."

Steffon didn't say anything, losing himself in her, which made her moan more. "But only her, no one else." Steffon still seemed to pay no attention to her and thrust into her once more while she massaged her breasts. "Though I wouldn't mind Melisandre once in a while or a beauty from the Summer Isles." she said between moans.

That apparently caught Steffon's attention.

"What?" she asked, surprised that he had stopped.

"Let's say I have a plan regarding the Summer Isles that I plan to discuss with your father and our bannermen after our wedding."

"Care to share?" she asked sighing.

"Maybe later." He responded to her, then lost himself inside her once again.

The two continued like this for a long time until they decided to get up for lunch. They had lunch alone which they didn't mind. His cousins and her uncle gave him a quizzical look, probably suspecting what they had been doing. After lunch Steffon took her, her cousins, her uncle and Ellaria to one of the Dragonstone caves. Arianne thought it was strange that he left five guards guarding outside the cave so that, according to him, 'no one would follow them.' According to him, there was something he wanted to show them, when they arrived, they found Melisandre waiting for them.

"Why did you bring us here?" Her uncle asked, Steffon just smiled, put his hand into one of the stone holes and touched something which caused one of the stone walls to open like a door, revealing a passage.

The Martell were surprised at this, then watched Steffon and Melisandre enter the passage. Arianne watched her uncle Oberyn grab a torch before following him.

They reached the end of the tunnel, to a completely dark place. Arianne saw that the ruby that the Red Priestess wore around her neck was glowing and then she heard her utter a word in what she thought was High Valyrian.

When Melisandre spoke those words, the fire was born in the torches that were positioned on the walls. Arianne and the rest of the Martell family were surprised to see a cave full of chests of gold and precious stones.

"My friends," Steffon began. "I present to you the hidden treasure of Dragonstone."

Arianne and the rest of the Martells were once again left speechless by another demonstration of the young Baratheon prince. The cave was covered not only with several chests of riches, but also with small mounds of gold and valuable objects.

Neither Arianne, nor her cousins or Ellaria knew what to say, but apparently her uncle Oberyn did. "I guess that answers the question. How was your uncle Stannis able to build such a large fleet of ships? And where did you get the money to form your company of soldiers?"

Steffon laughed at that, and then spoke, "Not just him. My uncle Renly also enjoyed some of the riches of this cave." Arianne and her family were shocked at this. "I convinced my uncle Stannis to reveal the secret of this treasure to his younger brother. My uncle Stannis agreed to share a part of the treasure with him and in that way achieve a better trade and maritime route relationship between the Lords of the Stormlands and the Lords of the Narrow Sea. It was thanks to this that my younger uncle was also able to improve the Stormlands fleet allowing excellent trade between: The North, The Reach and of course The Stormlands. In the same way that I convinced him to donate a large amount of gold to The City of Weeping, to improve the structure of the city and make it a much more visited and traded port of the same quality as Lannisport or White Harbor."

"And at the same time filling the pockets of your uncle and the Storm Lords." said her uncle Oberyn with a huge smile on her face. "That explains why many of the towns and small villages in the Stormlands have become more prosperous than normal." He said looking into the eyes of the young prince Baratheon who just smiled before finally speaking.

"I am a Baratheon, Prince Oberyn, my loyalty is to the ancestral lands of my family and my uncles Stannis and Renly who educated me, teaching me the values and importance of loyalty, kindness, friendship and duty."

The Martells looked at the young prince surprised by such a statement, Arianne saw her cousins look at each other and smile. "That's why your uncle didn't care much that your father disinherited him by taking Storm's End from him and giving it to you." Arianne said, Steffon just nodded smiling. "Because even though he is a landless Lord, he is still quite a rich one."

"Exactly, my uncle has several trusted people handling the businesses of the Stormlands and I myself convinced him to not get involved in business with people from the Westernlands or the damn deceased traitor of Littlefinger. I knew that was the only one way to avoid questions about where so much gold came from."

Arianne stared at him, still surprised at how paranoid and meticulous her future husband was at such a young age.

"And how did I keep your uncles from telling your father about this place?" her uncle Oberyn asked with a smile and amusement in his tone.

"It wasn't very difficult." said the young prince with a snort. "I simply told them that if my father knew about this, he would soon spend it all on some unimportant tournaments or my mother would try to get her claws into it. My uncle Stannis agreed with that, besides this treasure belongs to him by right, since it is inside of his castle. And of course, my dear Aunt Alysanne knows about this place, after all my uncle has no secrets from her. While my uncle Renly was so happy by my ideas and the prospect of increasing the wealth of the Stormlands that he promised to keep it a secret, even from my father and his friends the Tyrells."

Arianne her uncle Oberyn and Ellaria laughed about this, remembering the looks they saw in King's Landing between the King's youngest brother and the Knight of Flowers.

"How exactly did you find this place?" Nymeria asked curiously as she walked and observed the place.

"I found it shortly after I first arrived here and became my uncle's ward." Steffon said and then looked at the Red Woman. "I was exploring the caves and this adorable woman found the Rock that opened the cave door and then undid the spell that hid the treasure."

"What do you mean by that?" Arianne asked Steffon confused, but the Red Priestess answered.

"Dragonstone is a very old island, Princess Arianne. Most only consider it an unimportant island due to it being a volcanic island, with an unpleasant weather." Melisandre began to relate. "But most forget that it was here long before the Targaryen conquest and there is a reason why Aenar Targaryen chose this island as his ancestral home after his daughter Daenys predicted the doom of Old Valyria. Its volcanic properties were excellent for housing his dragons and when the Valyrian built this place they used arcane arts." Arianne and the rest of her family listened attentively to the Priestess's story, and at that moment the Princess of Dorne noticed that Melisandre sounded and seemed much older than her young and beautiful face reflected. "Much of that magic still continues here and it was that magic that hidden this treasure."

"What kind of magic?" Her cousin Tyene asked with strange curiosity.

"Glamour magic." Arianne, Tyene, and the rest of the Martells looked at her in confusion, while Steffon just smiled. "We call glamour to the magic used by people who changed their appearance or the appearance of others through the use of light and shadows. Some glamor's are associated with specific objects or even places." Arianne noticed that Melisandre touched the ruby necklace on her neck. "It was glamour's magic that hid this treasure from normal sight."

Arianne and her family were left speechless after hearing the woman's story.

"How come none of the Targaryen kings knew about this place?" Her uncle Oberyn asked with an uncertainty and curiosity that amazed Arianne. "Assuming this treasure was left by the Valyrian who were here before The Conquest."

"Many Targaryen were known to distrust, kill, and betray each other." Steffon answered as if he were the most obvious thing in the world. "If any of them found this place along with the treasure, they should have kept the secret to themselves and possibly looked for someone who knew magic to hide it. After all, paranoia and madness are a common trait in the Targaryen family. And many of those who ascended the Throne did not know even half of the secrets that their predecessor had."

Arianne laughed at that remembering their conversation in Dorne about Aerys and Viserys.

"So, I suppose there is some reason why you decided to show us that place" said her uncle Oberyn. "And I doubt it's to share this treasure."

"I promised to be completely honest if you accepted my proposal. I did not so, Prince Oberyn?" Her uncle nodded, smiling. "And after all, the wedding between a prince and a princess should be a historic and spectacular event." Arianne smiled at those words. "And I assumed that you," Steffon looked at Oberyn. "You would need some financial assistance for your time in King's Landing." Oberyn nodded with a mischievous smile on his face. They already have a plan. Arianne noticed; Steffon put his eyes on her. "Just because we won't be getting married in King's Landing on The Grand Septor of Baelor doesn't mean we can't make our wedding a memorable event. A couple of chests should be enough to cover the expenses."

Arianne approached her future husband, putting her arms around his neck to give him a kiss, which he did not take long to respond to. "Thank you." She told him, looking into his eyes, he smiled at her and came up to kiss her again. They both kissed, forgetting that they were not alone in the cave. When they separated Arianne noticed that her uncle Oberyn, Ellaria and Tyene were looking at them with amusement on their faces, while Nymeria rolled her eyes and Obara didn't seem to care.

"My prince." Melisandre said and everyone turned to look at her. "If you and the princess would allow it, I would like to host your wedding ceremony and bless your union in the name of The Lord of Light."

Steffon looked at her, apparently waiting for her response.

"Do you really want to get married under the rules of another religion?" she asked her betrothed.

"I have a fairly open mind when it comes to religion and the gods. But if you want to get married before the Faith of the Seven, I won't object." He answered her by caressing her face. "Whatever makes you happy." Arianne smiled at him.

"I think you should accept Ari." Her uncle Oberyn said after noticing that she wasn't saying anything. "What better way to show Westeros your union than by having a wedding that is different and unique from all the others."

"But the Faith..." she tried to say, but her uncle interrupted her.

"Fuck the Faith, fuck the septons." said his uncle making Ellara and the Sand Snakes laugh. "And like you told your father years ago when you were a child: 'Fuck the Septa.' "Now it was Arianne who was laughing at her uncle's words. "We Dornish have always been known for our unique customs, let this be another, after all: Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken." Her uncle then grabbed Ellaria and kissed her passionately, after a few moments they separated. "Besides, who says you need the Blessing of the Seven to show others that you're in love?" Ellaria smiled and caressed her face.

Arianne looked at her cousins and Ellaria who nodded at her. "Very well then we will marry under the words of the Lord of Light." Steffon kissed her and she kissed him back happily, not noticing her knowing look between her uncle Oberyn and Melisandre.

A while later her uncle Oberyn and Steffon took two chests out of the cave, and then They closed the entry again. Steffon then ordered the chests to be taken to the ship The Fury. The rest of the day they spent packing until at night it was time to leave and say goodbye to the members of House Baratheon of Dragonstone.

"I'll see you at my wedding Aunt Alysanne." Steffon said to her aunt who kissed him on the cheek and then hugged him.

"Please be careful Steffon." She told him giving him a worried look. He nodded and kissed her cheek.

Did they have any private conversations? Arianne wondered.

Steffon then went on to say goodbye to his cousins, giving them both a hug. Lord Stannis' daughter, Shireen looked overly sad when she said goodbye to Tommen and Myrcella. Losing the only children there are to play with must be a sad prospect for a noble girl living on an island. Arianne thought.

Arianne and her family, as well as Tommen and Myrcella followed Steffon's example, bidding a kind and courteous farewell to her hosts. Except Nymeria who gave a long kiss on the lips to Steffon's cousin, Edric, who, much to everyone's amusement, turned red. The Lady of Dragonstone was not amused by the Sand Snake's display of affection but she didn't say anything just watched.

At the end of the farewells, everyone boarded the ships.

Narrow Sea/Storm's End 298 AC.

Tyene Sand

The trip from Dragonstone to Storm's End was too long for Tyene's liking, it wasn't as long as the trip from Dorne to the capital, but it was too long for his liking. It took them less than two weeks to reach the ancestral castle of House Baratheon, the wind and tide had been quite favourable on their voyage.

For Tyene it was still too much, although she and her sisters couldn't help but laugh at the fact that in these last few months, they had travelled more than they had done in their entire lives.

They spent most of the trip on the boat, watching her father train with Steffon. Apparently, the Prince of Storms was determined to train very hard to participate in the Tournament that he would organize for his wedding to Arianne; in which he hoped to face and defeat Jaime Lannister the Kingslayer in combat. According to Steffon, there was no better training than sparring with a warrior as skilled as the Red Viper of Dorne, who knocked him down again and again with his spear.

She also watched as Steffon trained his little brother Tommen using wooden swords, although the plumpy prince fell or was quickly disarmed, he was ready to try again, demonstrating a good fighting spirit.

Princess Myrcella spent the day with Arianne and with her talking, the young princess, despite her age, was very intelligent, confident and quick-witted. Her courtesies were very polished, Tyene enjoyed combing her hair. I wish I had curls like hers. She is very pretty, she was made to be queen, just like her mother. Tyene thought while she helped her do her hair, because even though her blonde hair had gotten much longer, she knew she would never have it like the young princess.

Tyene and her sisters had come to regard Steffon's little siblings as charming and kind children. Even Obara had said: they're not bad for being half Lannister. The three older Sand Snakes had agreed that Tommen and Myrcella were nothing like their mother the Queen or their despicable and horrible brother Joffrey.

Nymeria had also softened towards Steffon's younger relatives, calling them: little lions. Tyene almost spit out her food when she learned that her sister slept with the heir of Dragonstone. When Obara confronted her about this, Nymeria only said: "If Tyene could enjoy a stag, so can I."

While Arianne and Myrcella watched her father train with the young Baratheon prince; Tyene, as well as her sisters, had to admit that Steffon had greatly improved his skills and movements with the sword, as she was even able to hit her father back, to the point where she They both ended up agitated. Obara had participated in the sparring several times, her older sister still had her pride hurt by her quick defeat at the hands of the young prince Baratheon back when they met him at Dorne four months ago, beyond the annoyance that the eldest of the Sand Snakes may have felt at being defeated, she was had warmed up to her cousin's future husband. Like Nymeria who had been the first to suspect that the young prince Baratheon had some kind of plan to take the crown for himself and after the three of them spoke with their father and he told them that he planned to go to King's Landing after Arianne's wedding, it was all the confirmation they needed, having the opportunity to strip the Lannisters from his power was very tempting.

The treasure that the prince had shown them in Dragonstone had been a great surprise for her, as well as for her sisters, her cousin, her father, and Ellaria. It was at that moment that the Sand Snakes realized that the Prince of Storms was a true ally, due to the trust he placed in all of them. Even so, Tyene and her sisters had promised her father to keep up appearances and act discreetly.

Tyene had grown fonder much faster with her cousin's betrothed, sharing a bed with him several times, enjoying of many nights of passion with Arianne. Just like the kind and gentlemanly way in which he treated her and her sisters were enough for her to feel very attracted to him and she couldn't help but look at him with longing and desire every time.

The blonde Sand Snake couldn't help but notice how handsome he was, his messy black hair, his bright blue eyes and a very attractive face made him very desirable to her, not to mention that he had a very built body for her age. The way he moved in bed was another factor, he took the time to enjoy her and Arianne every time they went to bed, along with the caresses he provides with his soft hands, kissing and licking her body until they drove them crazy for more. Still, Tyene knew that the Prince of Storms would never be completely hers, but she was happy that Arianne was willing to share him with her.

When they finally reached the Stormlands, they disembarked in Scrapyard Bay. To everyone's surprise their journey was not affected by storms or rough waters, Tyene couldn't help but wonder if the beautiful Red Priestess had something to do with it.

As they rode towards the castle, Tyene, like Arianne, couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the great castle. As he approaches the castle, he notices a welcome party waiting for them at the gates.

Tyene saw a group of twenty men armed in the colours of House Baratheon led by a bald man in armour carrying two feathers as a stealth, a tall burly blonde man in steel armour, and two young girls with long black hair, one was dressed as a boy and the other was wearing a dress.

"My prince." said the bald man bowing. "Welcome home. Storm's End is yours."

"Thank you, Ser Cortnay, it is a pleasure to finally be here." The young prince said, getting off his horse, then he looked at the two black-haired women. Tyene noticed that they both had blue eyes. "Sisters, it's so nice to see you both again."

Tyene and the others were surprised at this. Although after observing the two young black-haired girls he could help but notice the resemblance.

The two black-haired women smiled and hugged the prince tightly.

Steffon hugged them back and kissed them both on the cheek. When he pulled away, he set his gaze on the blonde man.

"Lady Brienne, it's nice to see you again." The prince said smiling, surprising them all again.

Lady Brienne? She is a woman?

"You too, my prince." The large woman said blushing, which Tyene found amusing.

"My friends." Steffon said looking at them. "My love." He said looking at Arianne, who smiled at him. "May I introduce you to Ser Cortnay Penrose, the castellan of Storm's End." The bald man nodded respectfully. "To Lady Brienne of Tarth." he said, pointing at the huge blonde woman. "The Master of Arms of Storm's End."

"The Master of Arms?" Obara asked surprised.

"Yes, Lady Obara." Steffon said and Obara once again looked at him angrily as she hated being called that, which Tyene and Nymeria found amusing. "Lady Brienne has proven to be very skilled with the sword, she defeated many knights of the Stormlands and the Reach as well, including the Knight of Flowers." Steffon admitted. "I even dropped me to the ground more times than I can count when I ask her sparring with me." His father and Arianne laughed.

"Oh really?" his father said looking at the Tarth woman. "Then I look forward to testing the steel of my spear against you, my lady."

The Tarth woman looked down in shame but Tyene noticed a smile on her face. "It would be an honor, Prince Oberyn." She said and her father smiled at her and then looked at the two women with black hair and blue eyes.

"And who are these lovely ladies?" His father asked, looking at them from top to bottom.

"This is Mya Stone." She said pointing to the girl dressed as a boy who wore her long black hair in a ponytail, Tyene noticed that she was taller than the other. "And this is Bella Rivers." he said pointing to the other girl who was wearing a blue dress.

King Robert's Bastards. She thought.

"My ladies, a pleasure." said his father, kissing both their hands. Mya smiled without giving it much importance, but Bella blushed.

"Well, now that we're done with the introductions, let's get settled in." Steffon said and everyone entered the castle.

The servants were in charge of carrying their luggage train and showed them their rooms, Tyene observed hers without much importance. I doubt I'll sleep much here, she thought with a mischievous smile. Then she watched as Steffon introduced them to an old man named Qyburn, she and her sisters thought he was a maester until they noticed that he was missing the characteristic chain.

Steffon and Arianne left with him, while Ser Cortnay took Tommen and Myrcella to show them their rooms. The bald knight was surprised to see the lion cub that Tommen was following, but after Steffon explained that it was his pet, he continued to take them to his room.

Tyene decided to explore the castle until she ran into her sisters in the sword courtyard. Obara was apparently eager to test her spear against the Tarth woman.

She and Nymeria watched the fight with interest and were surprised at how quickly Obara was defeated. Brienne, despite her size and the fact that she wore armour that appeared to be made of steel, was incredibly strong and skilled, she moved at a speed that one would not expect from someone her size.

Her older sister was defeated three times by the Tarth woman, after falling for the third time, Obara realized that she could not defeat her and nodded politely accepting her hand when she offered it to him.

"Very impressive." said a voice in the distance and everyone turned to see her father and Ellaria approaching. "You have great skill my lady."

"Thank you, Prince Oberyn." Brienne said smiling.

"Would you mind practicing with someone your age?" her father said, approaching with his characteristic spear.

"It would be an honor, Prince Oberyn." said the Tarth woman. The way she spoke surprised Tyene, but after staring at her she realized that the behavior of the large blonde, blue-eyed woman reminded her of some of the knights she saw in the capital.

She wants to be a knight, Tyene realized. She may not have the beauty of a high-born woman, but she has the martial skill of a knight.

Her father and Brienne faced each other in combat, Brienne using the same sword she used to confront Obara and her father using her training spear, the one she always used when training with Steffon.

The two began to fight and Tyene, like her sisters, were surprised by the great skill of the blonde woman, who managed to effectively block the attacks of the Red Viper, one after the other, Brienne was in charge of blocking and returning the attacks, what Red Viper found funny. Brienne even managed to knock him down, much to the surprise of Tyene and her sisters, but Oberyn quickly got up and made a couple of agile jumps to be able to retrieve his spear from the ground without receiving any blows.

The woman of Tarth, although impressed by the speed of the Red Viper, did not take long to send another series of attacks after another against her father. She even managed to break her spear in two, which surprised everyone. Tyene thought that this would be the moment her father would surrender, but he simply dodged an attack from the huge woman with a jump and Obara threw another spear at him. Tyene observed that Brienne was looking at her father in surprise, but she quickly attacked him back. Her father, excited by the fighting spirit of the great woman, did not take long to follow her example. They continued like this until they got tired and Brienne managed to draw her sword into her father's neck while he managed to do the same with his spear.

"Shall we call it a draw my lady?" her father asked with an amused smile.

"Yes, Prince Oberyn." Brienne said sighing and lowering his sword.

"Well fought." His father said and the woman from Tarth nodded at him smiling. "You have great skill my lady."

"You too, Prince Oberyn, I have never met anyone who handled himself with such speed in the sparring yard."

Before his father could respond, a voice interrupted him. "So ..." everyone turned to see Steffon walking towards them, Tyene smiled at him. "Who won?"

"It was a draw." said his father, to which Steffon laughed.

"I told you Prince Oberyn, The Warrior of Tarth is hard to defeat." Steffon said and Tyene watched the huge woman smile proudly. "I couldn't have gotten a better Master of Arms for this castle. Dinner will be in a few hours, so it would be wise for us all to change."

Dinner was delayed in being served because Steffon wrote a couple of letters to King's Landing and sent a group of horsemen to deliver them, apparently fearing that if they sent it with ravens they would be intercepted. His father for some reason just nodded at this, seeming to somehow understand Steffon's paranoia.

With that said, everyone left the sparring yard and went to wash and change. The dinner was quite pleasant, her father and her sisters spent a good time interrogating Brienne, who told them that she arrived at Storm's End five years ago and that Steffon convinced her uncle Renly to appoint her Master of Arms of the castle, after having been impressed with her martial prowess, Tyene noticed that the Tarth woman turned red whenever she spoke of Renly, but seemed genuinely happy to have a friendly conversation with them.

She must not be used to people being nice to her. Tyene thought.

Arianne spoke with the bastard daughters of King Robert, who told them that they were brought here by order of Stannis Baratheon, ten years ago, they also said how Steffon always sent them gifts, wrote them letters to know how they were and if they needed anything, they also mentioned that they were educated by Ser Cortnay.

For the next few days Steffon and Arianne spent writing and sending their wedding invitations, they went horseback riding, sometimes alone, other times accompanied by her and her sisters. During those rides Steffon taught her younger brother Tommen how to ride. When attending to affairs at the castle or court, Stefon and Arianne handled them together. The Baratheon Prince also spent a lot of his time training with her father and Brienne.

Two weeks after their arrival at Storm's End, they received an unexpected visitor, although no one was more surprised than their cousin Arianne.

Everyone was gathered in the Castle Hall when they saw Lady Mellario enter.

"Mother?" Arianne said, as if she had seen a ghost.

"Hello Arianne," Lady Mellario said with a smile and tears filling her eyes. "You've grown a lot since I last saw you." tears fell from her face. "You have become a beautiful woman."

Her cousin tried to say something but she apparently couldn't find the words.

"Was it my brother who sent for you?" stammered her father, apparently unable to believe that his uncle Doran's wife was here. "To be present during your daughter's wedding."

"In fact, Prince Oberyn," said another man entering the Castle Room, he was an older man of at least fifty years old. "It was me who brought Lady Mellario from Norvos by order of Prince Steffon."

All eyes fell on Steffon, looking at him in surprise.

"I thought you would like to have your mother with you on your wedding day." Steffon said looking at Arianne, who was looking at him with an expression that Tyene didn't know how to interpret. "So, I wrote a letter and asked Ser Davos to sail to Norvos to deliver it to her and then bring it to her, here for our wedding."

Tears began to fall down Arianne's face and she rushed towards her future husband, giving him a big hug and began to give her multiple kisses all over her face; and it was at that moment that Tyene learned that Arianne was in love with Steffon Baratheon.

King's Landing 298 AC.

Stannis Baratheon

The lord of Dragonstone was in the Throne room with his brother, the King and the rest of the members of the Small Council. Today Lisa Tully's sentencing would finally be carried out.

The members of House Tully, Lord Edmure and Ser Brynden Tully had arrived in the capital two days ago, Lord Hoster Tully remained in Riverrun due to his illness, while Lord Stark and his wife Catelyn arrived this morning.

Robert had personally come out to meet them at the entrance to the Red Keep alongside Queen and Joffrey, Stannis remembered how Cersei had gotten angry at that, saying that it was beneath their station to go meet the Warden of the North and his wife.

"Ned is my best friend and he is like a brother to me and it was thanks to him that I was able to win the Iron Throne, so stops arguing woman." Robert had said to his wife angrily.

He is like a brother to me. Stannis remembered that phrase while grinding his teeth in annoyance, even more remembering how Robert was more grateful to Eddard Stark for breaking the Siege of Storm's End than to him for holding the castle for a year against Mace Tyrell and Paxter Redwyne.

Stannis pushed those thoughts from his mind now that the sentence would finally be carried out.

The Tully and the Starks were standing to the left of the Throne Room, Stannis was surprised to see the four youngest Stark children with their parents, not understanding why they would bring them to the capital to witness the sentencing and death of their own aunt.

"Everyone is here." Robert began. "Bring the prisoner." and with those words said the guards opened the doors to bring in Lysa Tully, the red-haired woman looked completely emaciated, she had circles under her eyes, her hair was unkempt and discoloured and her face seemed to have aged about thirty years. The woman looked towards where her family was and Stannis saw a ray of hope on her face, however, both Lord Edmure and his sister Catelyn looked away, while the Black Fish looked down, this erased any trace of hope from him. woman's face

"Lysa Tully you have been found guilty of charges of treason, conspiracy, adultery and complicity in the theft of crown funds." Robert said, Jon Arryn stood beside him stoically, with hatred in his eyes. "Do you have anything to say in your defence?" the Tully woman said nothing. "Would you like to demand a Trial by Combat?"

"There is no one to fight for me." She said finally, she looked at her family, particularly her brother and her uncle, apparently waiting for them to say something. "And I have no family." she finally said.

"Very well then..." Robert started to say, but the Tully woman interrupted him.

"My son!" the woman spat. "What will happen to my son?!"

"Lord Eddard, Lady Catelyn." Jon Arryn began to say, looking towards where the Starks were, Stannis was surprised by the coldness of his voice. "Do you want to take the bastard Robert Waters with you?" Lysa looked at her husband with fury when she heard what he called her son.

"No." Lady Catelyn answered quickly with a firmness and coldness similar to that of Jon Arryn. Stannis saw that Lord Eddard was surprised by his wife's statement but he said nothing.

"Lord Edmure wish to take the child with you?" Jon Arryn asked, looking at the heir of the Trident.

"No." he answered. Lysa Tully looked at her brother with hatred in her eyes.

"Ser Brynden Tully, do you wish to take care of the child?" Jon Arryn asked, looking at the former knight.

The Black Fish looked at his niece who had a desperate look on his face. "I'll take care of the child." He finally said, surprising everyone in the Throne Room, Lysa Tully smiled again and Lord Edmure looked like he wanted to protest, but his uncle continued. "But let it be clear with one thing. I am not doing this for you." He said looking at his niece whose smile faded again. "And much less for that damned, disgusting whoremonger of Baelish," he spat on the floor, "who I hope is now burning in the Seven Hells." The Tully woman's face was filled with anger again. "I do it for the girl you once were, and for my brother who asked me to do what I could for you. But this is all I will do, you made your choice Lysa, you chose that traitor, disgusting and miserable whoremonger of Petyr Baelish. By doing so, you disgraced yourself and House Tully with your actions."

"Execute me then!" Lysa Tully spat "So I can finally be with Petyr again."

Jon Arryn's face turned red "Get her out of here!" The guards dragged her out of the Throne Room again and took her outside to be executed.

"This matter is concluded." Robert said and everyone in the Throne Room began to disperse, his older brother put a hand on Jon Arryn's brother trying to comfort him, but the old Lord of the Vale seemed lost. "Come let's say hello to Ned." This seemed to make the King's Hand react, and he nodded. "You two come too." Robert said pointing his finger at him and Renly, the two obeyed and followed him. Stannis watched as the Queen walked away with indifference and the boy Joffrey left with her, Stannis also watched the Kingslayer, and then shared a knowing look with Ser Barristan.

"Your Grace." Lord and Lady Stark said as they saw Robert approaching.

"Damn Ned," Robert mumbled. "Leave that about Your Grace, I've had enough with Jon here." Now he sounded upset. "Even Steffon calls me that all the time." His face started to turn red with annoyance. "Can you believe it, my own son."

Stannis noticed that both Ned and Catelyn looked at each other awkwardly as if remembering something.

Lord Stark sighed and decided to break the silence "Renly, you look good." He said, embracing younger brother of the Baratheons.

"And you look tired from the road." said Renly who then walked over to greet Lady Catelyn. "I sorry that we cannot meet under better circumstances." Catelyn gave him a compassionate smile, who only nodded.

"Lord Stannis." Ned Stark said looking at him. "A lot of time has passed." I shake his hand.

"Yes, Lord Stark." Stannis said with a serious tone and shook his hand with a firm squeeze.

"Nine years, since the Greyjoy Rebellion." Then he greeted Lady Stark by kissing her hand. "I'm surprised that you decided to bring your entire family here, especially under these circumstances."

"We did not plan it, my lord." Lady Stark said. "However, we received an invitation that was for our entire family."

"What invitation?" Renly asked confused.

"For the wedding between Prince Steffon and Princess Arianne Martell." Lord Stark said and Robert let out a growl.

Renly laughed "Ah yes, we received the invitations a couple of weeks ago. A Baratheon prince and a Martell princess such a particular match."

Before anyone could answer Renly, Ned Stark's eyes landed on Jon Arryn. "Jon, it's good to see you again."

"Ned." Jon Arryn said simply and approached to give his former ward a big hug.

"Lord Arryn." Lady Stark began to say. "On behalf of House Tully I apologize for my sister's actions. Lysa's crimes are unforgivable."

"There is no need to apologize Lady Stark." Jon Arryn said with a dry tone. "Lysa's crimes remain hers only. And the real instigator of all of this is already dead." Lady Catelyn lowered her face in shame, knowing that the former ward of House Tully had caused this.

"Thanks to my dear nephew." Renly said with a smile trying to lighten the mood. "Well, since all of you were invited to the wedding, I guess they'll stay here." Lady Catelyn nodded. "Well then, we all going to ride together to Storm's End in a couple of days."

Before Renly could continue the conversation, Jon Arryn spoke. "I'd like to stay so we could catch up Ned, but we have a Small Council meeting now." Lord Stark nodded.

Stannis and Renly nodded politely and followed Jon Arryn.

"Come with me Ned." "Stannis heard," he said to Robert. "There's something I want to talk to you and Catelyn about." Stannis ground his teeth, suspecting that this was what his brother wanted to talk about.

Upon arriving at the Council Chamber, they found Pycelle and Varys waiting for them along with Tyrion Lannister. Ser Asher Forreser and Ser Barristan arrived after "My Lord Hand." The eunuch said, greeting Jon Arryn with too kind a courtesy, he did the same to him and Renly.

"Well, what matters do we have to discuss today?" Jon Arryn asked, looking at the Council members.

"I am pleased to report that communications with the Iron Bank have been successful." Tyrion Lannister began, taking a sip of wine. "Littlefinger's funds in the bank were estimated at one million gold dragons." Jon and Stannis sighed in annoyance at this, not being able to believe the amount of gold that damned Littlefinger had stolen from the crown. "The representative of the Iron Bank has agreed to return us half a million gold dragons and take the other half as payment for the crown's debt."

"Those are acceptable terms." Jon Arryn said. "Now the question here is: What do we do with the other half million, who do we give it to?"

"Lord Tywin has been the crown's greatest benefactor for fifteen years." Pycelle began to say. "I think it would be prudent to return some of the gold that the Crown had borrowed from him."

And a lecherous old man whose loyalty has always been to the Lannister family. Stannis remembered Steffon's words.

"Faith has also been weighing on the debt we have with them." Renly said. "And they are getting more and more insistent. And let's not forget that we owe you exactly the same sum of one million gold dragons to Mace Tyrell."

"We cannot allow ourselves to be in conflict with the Faith." Jon Arryn said. "Not when we already have enough problems in the city due to the actions of the two damn traitors who sat on this council for years." All the members of the Small Council turned their gaze on him, Jon looked at Tyrion. "Tell the High Septon that the crown will pay the Faith half of the debt as soon as the gold reaches the city." The imp nodded.

"My Lord..." Pycelle tried to say, but Jon Arryn didn't let him finish.

"I am aware that the Crown owes three million gold dragons to Lord Tywin, however he, like Lord Tyrell, is a very rich man, surely he can wait." With that said the old maester said nothing more and neither did Renly.

"I have communicated with Lord Yhon Royce, all of Baelish's assets in the Valle have been seized and his associates arrested, interrogated and murdered." The Lord of the Vale drank a mouthful of wine and then looked at Ser Asher. "What about Slynt and Baelish's accomplices who remained in the capital?"

"All captured, interrogated, murdered my Lord Hand." the Northern Knight gave with a proud smile. "Including Janos Slynt's two sons."

"That's a little too brutal. Don't you think Ser Asher?" Renly began to say and Stannis clenched his fists in annoyance. "As the Master of Laws, I believe that..."

"If you had been a good Master of Laws we wouldn't be having this conversation now." Renly looked at him with a frown, his jaw clenching. "For years I warned Robert about Slynt's corruption but he chose to ignore my words. 'Everyone steals,' I remember him saying. 'Better a known thief than one we don't know; the next one could be worse.' "Baelish words in Robert's mouth, I guarantee it. And as I remember you didn't say anything to contradict him." Renly looked at him annoyed but he didn't say anything.

Lod Arryn ignored the argument between the two Baratheon brothers and spoke again. "With Baelish's assets acquired from both the Vale and the capital along with those from Slynt and the deceased corrupt officers of the City Watch, we have around two million two hundred thousand gold dragons."

"That's all?" Tyrion Lannister asked sceptically. "According to my father, Baelish stole four million two hundred thousand gold dragons."

"That's all we managed to seize Lord Tyrion; I don't know what the traitor of Baelish would have done with the rest of the gold." Lord Arryn said.

"He probably used it to pay Janos Slynt and the other City Watch officers." the eunuch said as if it were the clearest thing. "And let's not forget all the corrupt merchants, cutthroats and knights who worked for him in such a discreet way, to help him continue lining his pockets." Varys smiled. "Getting that group of people to do that kind of work in such a discreet way is not cheap."

"You seem to know a lot about this Lord Varys." Stannis said looking him in the eyes.

"Men who perform that kind of service are sought after all over the world, Lord Stannis, even in Essos." Varys said with a smile that he pretended to be innocent.

"And yet, you didn't know anything Littlefinger did." Stannis said and Varys' smile remained hesitant on his face. "You are the Master Whisperer of this council and you knew nothing of Littlefinger's treachery."

"I apologize for my ineffectiveness my lord." Varys continued to smile as he spoke. "And I promise you that my little birds will be more attentive from now on, after all I live to serve the Realm." 'Serve the Realm, Not the King.' Stannis thought with annoyance how the eunuch always said the same phrase. "But I would like to remind everyone, that my little birds can easily be killed; intimidated or even dismissed and mocked, Prince Steffon for example." everyone looked at Varys. "It's almost impossible to know where he goes or what he does. None of us knew he was in Dorne until we saw his ship enter Blackwater Bay accompanied by the Martell Family. Except for Ser Barristan of course." Ser Barristan tightened his jaw.

There was a silence in the Small Council Chamber, until Tyrion Lannister broke it. "I would like to know what we are going to do with the rest of the seized gold."

Pycelle tried to speak again possibly to suggest that they give it to Tywin Lannister, but Jon Arryn overpowered him.

"We will use half of the gold to continue investing in the training and equipment of the Gold Cloaks. It is time for crime in this city to be greatly reduced once and for all." Ser Asher smiled at that. "We will use the rest to improve the crown's business in King's Landing, it's time to start filling the royal coffers again. Once we do that, we can pay the rest of the debt coin by coin."

The imp looked like he wanted to argue but the cold look in Jon Arryn's eyes stopped him.

"Any other business?" Jon Arryn asked.

"Ser Preston Greenfield was found dead in the street today." Varys said surprising them, especially Pycelle.

"Who killed him?" Renly asked.

"I don't know, my lord." Varys responded. "I only know that they found him naked with his throat cut."

"He was probably the husband of the woman, to whom Ser Preston paid visits when he was away." Stannis said with disgust, once again remembering Steffon's words.

"Yet the man was a knight of the King's Guard and we should find the..." Pycelle started to say but Ser Barristan interrupted him.

"A man who does such things is not worthy of wearing the white cloak." Ser Barristan said firmly and Pycelle fell silent immediately. "He dishonoured his mantle and died because of it."

"Well, it seems we will need a new knight for the King's Guard." Renly started to say. "Any suggestions?"

Both Pycelle and Varys tried to speak but once again Jon Arryn defeated them. "I will talk to Robert about choosing a new knight during Prince Steffon's wedding tournament."

"I agree, my lord." Ser Barristan said quickly. "It is time for the King's Guard to have worthy knights." Stannis watched as Tyrion Lannister stared at the Lord Commander of the King's Guard as if he were trying to decipher something, but Ser Barristan's gaze refused to reveal anything.

"If there is nothing else to discuss that will be all my lords." Jon Arryn began to stand and everyone else did the same. Ser Barristan stood up and followed the Hand of the King, Stannis knew that they were both going to see Robert.

Stannis was about to leave the Council Chamber when someone grabbed his arm.

"I would like to have a word with you." Renly said looking at him seriously, which was rare for him.

"Not here." Stannis responded and both Baratheon brothers went to the walls outside the Fortress where they could talk without being spied on.

Once they got there, Stannis spoke.

"What do you want?" Stannis asked more abruptly than he intended.

"You woke up in a bad mood today brother." Renly said with a smile and ironic tone. "That's why you embarrassed me at the Small Council meeting."

Stannis gritted his teeth. "I just said the truth." Stannis stated. "If you had done your job well then the crown would not be so in debt and full of corruption." Stannis saw Renly's jaw harden, but he continued anyway. "Instead, it was a thirteen-year-old boy who discovered everything and did all your work."

Renly seemed to be at a loss for words, and without any arguments to counterattack, so he decided to change the topic.

"It seems that you, the Lord Commander of the King's Guard and the Hand of the King were very much in agreement about today's matters, as if you had already discussed them before." Stannis didn't say anything. "And it's not the first time, these last few weeks have been the same." Stannis still didn't say anything and just looked. "Unlike what you think, brother, I am not ignorant, I know that the three of you have been meeting at the Rosby Mansion and I assure you that Varys and our beloved Queen know it too."

"What do you want Renly?" He asked Stannis again although he already knew the answer.

"I want to know what you've been discussing." Renly said with a determination that surprised Stannis. "And because it is so important that you decided to do it just the three of you, without informing our brother the King."

Stannis didn't want to tell him, but he knew that Renly wouldn't leave him alone until he told him, so he sighed rather than speak. "Jon Arryn, Ser Barristan and I believe that the Lannisters are involved in treason of the highest order." Renly was surprised at this. "And as you well know I don't trust neither the eunuch or Pycelle."

"What kind of betrayal?" Renly asked, but Stannis didn't answer him. "I want to know. You're not Robert's only brother." Stannis gritted his teeth but he didn't say anything. "You don't trust me brother? Even after all these years. Even though I kept your secret of your castle's treasure."

Stannis glared at him and growled before speaking. "Swear to me that if I tell you this you won't tell anyone, not even Robert." Renly wanted to speak but Stannis didn't let him. "Our brother is too temperamental, until we have concrete evidence of betrayal, we cannot tell him anything or there will be a war." Renly now looked scared. "You can't talk about this with anyone, unless we meet in private like now. Swear me on our parents grave and on your life that you won't tell anyone." 'Much less the Tyrells', Stannis had wanted to add but assumed his brother understood.

"Alright, I swear." Renly said with a serious look. "But I want to participate in their little meetings. Now what is the great betrayal that the Lannisters have committed?"

"We believe that Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen are not Robert's children, but Jaime Lannister's." Stannis said and Renly's face turned pale and his mouth felt open.

King's Landing 298 AC.

Cersei Lannister

The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms was sitting in her chambers waiting for someone. Today was the day she and the rest of the court would leave for Storm's End for her Black Lion's wedding to the Dornish whore.

She was still upset that her idiot husband had allowed such a union, a strong black lion like Steffon should marry a lady of the Rock, who better to produce strong heirs than a lioness of Castely Rock. She had planned to marry him and Joffrey to her cousins Cerenna and Myrielle Lannister.

Even worse, her oaf husband wanted to marry her golden lion, Joffrey, to Ned Stark's daughter, that girl was an empty head, just by seeing her during the sentencing of the whore woman Tully, Cersei realized her. The Stark girl was already in love with her golden lion, just by seeing the way she looked at Joffrey, when she first saw him in the Throne Room. it was easy to notice her. She will be easy to manipulate. Cersei thought. But she still didn't like the idea of her precious son marrying an empty-headed girl.

Joffrey had been very upset with her lately, he was still angry for slapping him, she had never done that before and much less in front of so many people. Although she tried to explain why, telling him that he couldn't keep talking about his siblings like that. She even told him what her father had told him if he didn't behave, but Joffrey still didn't care: 'Once I'm King, neither Grandfather nor anyone else will dare challenge me.' he had told her.

He's so strong willed. Cersei thought. He had promised her to behave at his brother's wedding. Maybe this way Father and the buffoon her husband will make Myrcella and Tommen come back here.

Her two precious little lions sent her letters, but Cersei wanted them to come back here. This is their home; they should be with her mother. Apparently, they were very happy with Steffon but Cersei still wanted them back in King's Landing.

Myrcella and Tommen were always closer to Steffon than Joffrey. She thought

Cersei had been feeling bored in the capital the last few weeks, her eldest son took her youngest children, Joffrey refused to speak to her and she was still upset with Jaime.

She had told her twin that if he had not threatened Steffon that night on the Rock eight years ago when he was a child, then he would not behaved like that with her, nor would he have so openly defied her by marrying the Dornish whore and taking Tommen and Myrcella away from the capital. Jaime tried to deny it by saying that it was her fault for having been a terrible mother, Cersei slapped him for that and she throw wine in he's face, kicking him out of her room.

They hadn't fucked since then. Her idiot husband hadn't tried to touch her either, since her children left. Not that he tried very hard, they hadn't shared a bed in years, he hasn't penetrated me in years. Cersei thought with a laugh. Thanks to that lecherous old man of Pycelle, who had given her a potion so that Robert would fall asleep quickly every time he tried to force her into bed. Cersei always discreetly put him in the wine before he tried to get his hands on her. Thanks to that, her pig of a husband had not taken her to bed in eight years.

He always preferred the company of his whores or some maid. Cersei thought.

Cersei felt someone knock on the door to her room, which brought her out of her thoughts. "Come in." she said and saw the person she had been waiting for: Varys.

"Your Grace." The eunuch said with a bow and a smile on his face. It reeks of perfume. Cersei thought.

"Lord Varys." Cersei said with a smile. "I would like to know if he has any news about what my son has been up to lately?" Cersei knew that she did not need to clarify which of her children she was referring to. She had decided that she needed to be more attentive to Steffon lately, after he kidnapped two of his father's bannermen to go to Dorne so he could marry the Dornish princess she realized how unpredictable and dangerous her son could be.

"I'm afraid there is little news I have to give you, Your Grace." the eunuch said trying to look disappointed. "I only know that the prince has been hiring bards, jugglers and acrobats for his wedding." A look of surprise came over the eunuch's face. "I also know that Ser Davos Seaworth returned from Essos where the prince had sent him a few months ago."

"The Onion Knight?" Cersei said, laughing that Stannis' most loyal vassal is a simple knight with a small fortress. "And why would my son send him there?"

"Apparently the prince specifically sent him to Norvos to bring Lady Mellario, Princess Arianne's mother. My little birds told me that she was very happy with the prince for doing that." Varys said and Cersei's smile faded, she hated how affectionate his son and the fucking Dornish princess were. "Anything else?"

"Only the prince has been training a lot by practicing in the sparring yard, he apparently plans to participate in the tournament he organized for his wedding." Varys said and Cersei remembered how she watched his eldest son practice with the sword every day he was in the capital.

It doesn't matter. Cersei thought. Jaime will surely win that tournament. Although also could win that pillow biter of Loras Tyrell. Cersei admit, remembered with rage how the damned Knight of Flowers had knocked Jaime down in a Tournament last year and that oaf Robert had, had the nerve to laugh at it.

Cersei noticed the eunuch looking at her as she remained lost in thought. "That seems too little, Lord Varys. I expected more from the Master of Whispers."

"My apologies, Your Grace." the eunuch said with a bow. "But you must understand that Prince Steffon is quite distrustful. Every time he talks to someone about something that I assume is important, he does it in a place where he is sure no one can overhear him." Cersei said nothing. "And when he meets someone in his chambers, he apparently decides to communicate using pen and paper. And after finishing the conversation he burns the paper. Something that is quite ingenious I must say and is a habit that Lord Stannis has developed as well."

Cersei snorted, remembering how Steffon had told Robert to his face that Stannis was more of a father to him, although she was concerned about his black lion's closeness to Robert's brothers.

"I'm sure your little birds could get closer to him?" Cersei inquired.

"That would not be wise, Your Grace." Varys said doubtfully. "The prince knows how to recognize a spy when he sees one, in addition to always being well guarded and I must also mention that he has already given exact instructions to his men on what to do in that situation." Cersei remembered the beating her son had given to Lancel.

"You sound as if you are afraid of him, Lord Varys." Cersei said with amusement.

"A fourteen-year-old boy with a company of over five hundred well-trained men, who owns ships, mysterious wealth, who has now become a Lord Paramount and who is now going to marry the princess of Dorne, uniting two of the Seven Kingdoms is someone you would be wise to fear, Your Grace." Cersei was surprised by such a statement from the eunuch. "Also, as you may know, Your Grace, the prince does not trust me. He had even once told me and Lord Baelish once, that if he saw one of our spies following him, he would kill us both. Seeing how Lord Baelish finished, you will understand my reluctance to try to spy on him more closely."

"Baelish was a traitor." Cersei spat angrily, cursing the whore seller, who had stolen so much money from her family.

"Yes, he was, Your Grace, but Prince Steffon hated him, so it was only a matter of time until he killed him." Varys said.

Cersei looked at him for a while. "You may go, Lord Varys."

"Your Grace." said the eunuch and left his room.

Cersei poured herself a glass of wine and sat on her bed. Everything had gotten out of her control.

Her eldest son was marrying a woman whose family hated the Lannisters.

Her two little lions went with him.

The members of the Small Council were more alert than ever.

The Queen was aware of the meetings that old Jon Arryn, Ser Barristan and Robert's brothers had at Rosby Manor. She had tried to send Ser Meryn or Jaime there. Even Lancel, her uncle Kevan's son, was completely in love with her and would do anything she asked of him. He could be very useful to me later, with a little more persuasion. Cersei thought. However, neither he nor the knights of the King's Guard were allowed to enter, Stannis's men forbade it.

She was upset, she needed to know what they were talking about. Worst of all, the Lannisters were now outnumbered in the Small Council, only his monstrous brother and Pycelle were Lannister men. Cersei didn't know what to think of the eunuch. Ser Barristan, Jon Arryn, Stannis and Renly were loyal to Robert. While the new Commander of the City Watch was loyal to her black lion. Cersei didn't like the idea of Steffon having control of the Goldcloaks.

Maybe it was finally time to get rid of Robert and put my precious Joffrey on the Throne, that way she could reorganize the Small Council and the City Watch. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts and Cersei saw her deformed brother enter.

"Dear sister, I came to tell you that the royal party is ready to go." Tyrion said.

"I'll be over in a moment. Now get out!" she roared.

"Always a pleasure sweet sister." Tyrion said closing the door.

Yes, I will do that. Cersei thought. When she returns, she will get rid of that drunken pig that her father had forced to marry, and then the Lannisters will have the power of Westeros forever.

But all that would happen when her son's wedding to Arianne Martell ends. Or at least that's what Cersei thought.

Author Note:

Hello, I apologize for the delay but I have been very busy lately, to compensate for this I decided to make this particular chapter longer, adding things that would be revealed later. In the next chapter we will have Steffon and Arianne's wedding, which will possibly be two or three chapters and as you already know in the Game of Thrones universe, weddings always end in a particular way.

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