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Prologue

"My, my, you certainly are quiet today little one." A kind voice gently rocked her in the arms. A beautiful exotic women cooed at her firstborn granddaughter.

Her granddaughter looked Dornish despite her father of hers. Which is fine, she supposed. The Seven Kingdoms will have to accept this child as royal blood.

"Perhaps, you are unsure who I am? Well, that certainly won't do." She sat down on her chair as they looked at the ocean from the balcony.

"Hello, my name is Ellaria Sand. Whoops!" She laughed at herself and looked at the babe. "Sorry, I forgot that I am no longer a 'Sand' since I am Uller or Martell now."

The baby yawned and then smiled.

"Yes, it has been a long time since I was called a Sand. Now where was I? Oh yes, I should tell you a story about how I gave birth to your mother."

Flashback

«It was during the toughest storms we ever had in Dorne. I lay there in agony and pain. Nothing I have felt before.

I prayed that all would be well.

I knew I had to fight to push my child out, for I have been Prince Oberyn Martell's paramour for three years now.

I push and push. Despite the warnings of the Measter to cease, I didn't care. Then finally, the Gods provide.

The sound of my child screaming and wailing for all to hear. They placed my child close to my face for me to see. By God, she was perfect.

Thou, I wished I could sleep from all of my exhausted labor since I do hope my child is not to be blamed for it.

She has all of the Dornish and Rhoynar beauty. I presented my child to Oberyn, and we called her, Marianea. »

Ellaria smiled at the remembrance of her firstborn daughter.

Marianea was so much more.

The daughter she can be proud of despite her status as illegitimate in the beginning. However, she was the first child of Oberyn Martell to be called, "Martell."

And Marianea was the very first rally for Dorne to march.

For glory, victory, and the crown.

Now this is a story of how one girl changed the world.

Marianea Martell was as unpredictable as the Desert.


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Next Chapter, years before the Game of Thrones born into a new world.