Chapter 9. The Dorne
Prince Tragar left soon after finishing his dinner and 'gifting' Lynesse to Robert. Robert tried to decline, but it was either to accept the woman, or Prince Tragar would discard her, leaving her to fend for herself.
At this point, I don't know if you're cursed with women or blessed, Robert.He sighed to himself and sat down in the chair beside a table near his bed. The ship swayed gently on the waves, more than half the journey already done.
Robert regretted not taking the road. But at the same time, he saved lives because he took the sea. While the deed was benevolent, the result had already gone beyond his expectations.
Knock! Knock!
"Enter."
The door opened and Lynesse stepped inside, her head looking down, her steps small. She had changed into different clothes by now, a simple oversized tunic that belonged to Robert. It covered most of her body, yet failed to hide her charm.
"Your Grace, Prince Tragar announced that…"
Robert stood up and walked closer to her, his towering form almost making her vanish in his shadow. "Lady Lynesse, you're free from Prince Tragar's bindings. Now tell me—do you want to go back to Oldtown? I'll see it done."
Lynesse looked up at Robert with a sullen, almost scared expression. Her thin brows raised up, a hint of desperation seeping. "What is there in Oldtown for me, Your Grace? The realm knows my history."
Robert nodded at that. Lynesse returning to Oldtown might be looked at with disdain, more than delight. With Lord Hightower camped in his tower for years now, there would be nobody to help her settle.
"Then what do you want to do?"
"Can't I stay with you, Your Grace? I…I can be your cupbearer or handmaiden."
Robert hesitated. "But you're a noblewoman. It'll be beneath you to be a handmaiden."
"A noble lady? Am I? I was a concubine, Your Grace. Hardly a title better than a handmaiden, don't you think?" Lynesse confidently stepped closer to Robert until her front touched his chest. "I won't seek more than what's needed for survival, Your Grace. I won't be a burden to you."
Looking down at her face, Robert felt a myriad of emotions. On one hand, helping her was in line with his honorable self. But deep inside he knew he'd do more to her than just seek honor if she remained beside him. The lustful creature inside that he was trying to tame was still active.
"You may stay, Lady Lynesse. My journey to Dorne will be long, so if you change your mind during our journey, you can speak freely." Robert offered and stepped away, heading to the bed.
He tried his best and controlled the crazed beast inside that was Robert's libido. He removed his boots, and surcoat, and slid into the bed in a plain tunic and loose breeches. Not long after, he felt Lyneese join him too, thankfully not naked.
But too close as she hugged his frame and landed her head on his arm, bringing her scentful hair close to him. At that point, he embraced her and closed his eyes. It was better than one of them sleeping on the floor, at least.
Just like that, another day came, and another challenge approached. This time it was pirates, but as expected, none of the pirate ships approached seeing it was a royal fleet.
However, something more annoying was awaiting them just as they approached Greenstone. A ship bearing a Dornish flag appeared in their way as if it was waiting for them.
"The Dornish ship is hailing for us, Your Grace." Robert's ship's captain voiced, noticing the signaling flags of the escort ships in the front.
What do they want now?
"Let the ship approach us," Robert ordered.
Soon after, the lone, Dornish ship approached Robert's galley. It circled around and picked up speed to sail close to Robert's. On its deck was a big-boned woman surrounded by a few armored soldiers.
Eventually, their ships slowed down enough that they barely moved. It was enough for the Dornish ship to close in and the visitors to jump across the gap.
Thud!
Only the Dornish woman jumped. On a closer look, she appeared old, perhaps in her thirties. She had long legs and a warrior physique.
"Welcome to the Sea of Dorne, Your Grace. I'm Obara Sand, eldest bastard daughter of Oberyn Martell."
Ah, I have heard rumors about Oberyn. Sand Snakes? Isn't that what his bastards are called?
Robert nodded at the uninvited guest. "Sunspear is still two nights off. You got lost? Or is this an early welcome?"
"I was sent by my father to guide your fleet through the Stepstones, Your Grace. The area remains dangerous to this day due to its numerous broken islands," Obara clarified. "My ship will take the lead."
My fleet commander is capable of traversing the Stepstones. She knows that, and I know it.Robert didn't show it on his face, but he felt something was off.
"What are you waiting for then? Go on and move your ship."
Obara Sand looked at Robert for a few long moments, and noticing no invitation to stay, she nodded and turned around. Soon, the woman jumped back onto her ship's deck and vanished.
"Barristan, stay alert. Dorne might not be as welcoming."
Sir Barristan frowned. "What worries you, Your Grace?"
"Since when did we need a damned guide to cross the Stepstones, Barristan? Watch where her ship leads. Keep the men sharp and make sure those captains are ready for a fight." Robert reiterated his order and left the deck.
Perhaps it was time to grab the warhammer and prepare for the worse.
Disappointing their readiness, the night approached and no attack was in sight. The sky was clear, and the visibility was high on the sea. But still, all men remained alert.
Robert returned to his cabin in the meantime to rest. A thousand ideas plagued him, seeking some clarity on how Dorne would respond. He had the Mountain with him, Dorne's greatest eyesore. Robert personally never had any qualms with the Martells, and whatever happened to Elia was Tywin's doing.
But Robert did rejoice when Tywin presented Elia and her kids. 'No babes, only dragon spawns'—The realm knows what this body spoke that day.
Inside that body, Ned remembered vividly what had happened, and it pained him. The dead body of Aerys, against whom half the realm rose up in revolt on account of his wrongdoing, was barely cold before Robert sunk down to his moral level by excusing Tywin's murderous acts.
How was Robert any different from Aerys from that moment?
The Martells must hate Robert at least as much as Tywin. An infant killer, a whoremonger, a drunkard king.
"What are you thinking, Your Grace?"
Robert looked up and found Lynesse sitting opposite him at the dining table. They had finished eating hours ago and currently did whatever else they could to spend time. She read a book while he pondered over everything.
"The future," he replied.
"Then…" Lynesse suddenly closed her book and left her seat. Still wearing one of Robert's oversized tunic, she walked around the table, and gently lowered herself sideways onto his lap until she felt his arm supporting her back. "Can I be of any help?"
Why go this far?Robert wondered about Lynesse's situation.Afraid that I'll discard her too?
Robert eyed the woman with interest. Her weight was negligible on his lap, and her back was easily wrapped by his arm, he at least appreciated her beauty. Her long golden hair draping her back was like silk.
Could she be aiming for the Queen? No, she can't bear children.
"That is if you can see the future," Robert replied. But he suddenly remembered the Red Woman that Stannis had brought. He remembered Stannis talking about her ability to see the future through flames.
Lynesse giggled and gently rubbed her soft hand over Robert's bearded chin. "I can, Your Grace. Me underneath you on that bed, moaning and begging for your…"
She wriggled her ass on his lap to feel more of his raging erection. Her frame leaned into Robert's chest, warming up his body against her own.
Always sharp with her mouth.Robert, finding nothing to do on that ship, let the raging beast inside take over a little. It was better to keep feeding that monster from time to time in order to be able to control it when it truly mattered.
"Wrong," Robert replied and landed his large palm over her breast, gently groping one and feeling its softness. "I don't plan on taking you to that bed."
"T-Then… The table?"
Why am I thinking of that?Robert lost himself to the expected pleasure slowly.
Lynesse, willingly, made the tunic's neck spread more and more so her shoulders could fall out of them. The pale smoothness of her skin was like magic that earned her twitches underneath her ass.
She giggled and gathered some confidence before giving a long, soft kiss on Robert's cheek. She never stopped after that and kissed closer and closer to his lips until she finally met them—a deep, wet smooch.
Robert didn't push her away and instead captured her slender waist and pulled her in. He let Lynesse do the work with the tongue as their heated exchange went from reserved to shameless. It was just them in that cabin, the endless sea around them, and nothing else to do.
"Umm…!" Lynesse moved all of a sudden and stopped kissing.
She looked down at her clothes and scoffed before jumping off Robert's lap. In a quick motion, she lifted the oversized tunic and threw it away. She had not a single piece of smallclothes underneath, leaving herself bare. "Much better."
Right away, she pounced back on Robert's lap, this time straddling him, spreading her legs to each of his sides. She hugged Robert's neck, smothering her bare, feathery breasts on him while digging in for a more intense kiss.
Robert couldn't keep his hands to himself either and tightly gripped her round bottom. Her slender, alluring, and soft frame was so warm and pleasing to hold that he couldn't help but feel all over her back, and spread her ass. With ease, he moved her over his raging erection, easily rubbing her moist cunt over his covered shaft.
She's… A true beauty.Robert appreciated her figure, her skin, her face, her hair, and her acts. How much of that was natural and how much was learned, he didn't know. But he somewhat understood why Jorah went so far to please her.
Thankfully, he did not need to do that since it was Lynesse who wanted to please him.
"Oooh!" Lynesse moaned as soon as she felt Robert's hands dug under her ass and feel her tight petals. It was a ritual for her to keep herself clean in that part, to be appetizing to a man. "Yes~"
Robert grunted back and stood up all of a sudden. His palms tightly clenched on her thighs from the underside as he stood to his full height, leaving the chair to fall back behind him. Before Lynesse could even hug his neck tight, Robert raised her higher, and higher. He landed her fantastic, warm legs around his shoulder, practically making her sit her tight cunt right atop his face with ease.
"Aaaaah! Oh, Seven!" Lynesse yelped in surprise and delight.
She felt the King pluck her lower lips and eat her out with depraved intensity. It was new to her because most men only ever knew how to get on top and simply do the deed. This was new as she never had been with a man this strong and large.
"Mmmm~"
Lynesse's legs tightly locked around Robert's neck, and her hands caressed his black hair. Her eyes widened in extreme arousal and her moans were a never-ending melody. She felt his palms grip her ass tight to keep her in position. It felt so dangerous, so hot, and she loved this adventure on the high seas.
This is shameful. I've never even done this with Cat.
Yet he found his tongue jamming into Lynesse's amazingly tight cunt. Spreading apart her entrance with strong thrusts, he used all the facial muscles available to him. It was a mess on his face and beard, a shameful mess.
If anyone were to see them like this, Robert wanted to kill himself. Standing in that space, holding Lynesse's naked body against his face on his shoulders as she cried his name.
"Aaaaaah~ I–I'm coming!" Lynesse came like a waterfall.
Without warning, her insides knotted up, her walls convulsed, and before Robert knew it, she spewed an ethereal climax that left her arching and aching for more. Her legs tightened around his head as if trying to smother him. "Ummmm! This… Oh, Your Grace, thank you! This was… Oh, Seven!"
Robert wanted to clean himself quickly, so he walked over to the bed and gently placed Lynesse's squirming, utterly aroused body on the bedding. The landing sent ripples over the bed as well as her fantastic breasts with their entirely pale and pink areolas and tight nipples.
Then his eyes fell on the treasure between her legs, and he felt his cock throb inside his breeches. Delicate, glistening petals that barely opened up to show the rosiness hidden. Her slender legs and those soft thighs were spread apart for him already.
Robert already had the ghostly lust overtake him so he quickly removed his clothes and crawled onto the bed naked, right between Lynesse's legs. He towered over her lithe body, casting a shadow with the candles behind him. He looked down at her needy face, her lips licking as her eyes fixed on his sizable manhood.
"I… I can't wait." She professed, daring instead of fear at his size.
Robert smiled and slowly leaned down on her. He wished to thrust inside her right away, but first, he wanted to worship that charming figure of hers. With elbows on her sides, he leaned down to her neck and sprinkled some wet kisses there. All the while his cock's length rubbed against her entrance, borrowing her nectar.
"Ooooh~" Lynesse continued to writhe underneath him.
Robert went down from her neck to her breasts. They were handfuls, but perfect and soft without sag. He used a hand to round up one and suckle on the tight nipple. He toyed there with his strong tongue and lips until the woman underneath sang moans.
Lower and lower, he felt her toned belly, and then that smooth pelvic area. She had truly prepared herself for this moment. Or perhaps she started her journey prepared. But she was his to plunder now, akin to loot found in the seas.
Then finally, he relaxed back on his knees between her spread legs. He sat there with his cockhead already glistening from her juices, resting against her entrance and giving gentle probes. He looked at Lynesse's face and then back at his cock about to drown inside her. No matter what, he knew his size was considerable for the beauty of her form.
"Tell me if it's too much, Lynesse."
"Ah, y-yes… Don't worry, Your grace." Lynesse was ecstatic instead. Hearing him take her name alone, and being on the verge of having the King of the Seven Kingdoms inside. It was a matter of pride in her mind. Far better than some merchant prince. "I-I can take it."
Robert shifted forward and began splitting her lower lips apart with his sizable cockhead. Veins bulging, the need throbbing; he went slowly with the aid of her slippery slickness inside. He lost his mind at one point, the warmth, the tightness inside of her was otherworldly.
Seeing her face, her eyes shut and teeth clenched made him appreciate her resolve to take him. But he was no beast, not yet, at least. So he pulled back a little and gently went in again, more than the last time, feeling her walls making way for him, and squeezing him with every fold of her slick insides.
Robert stared at his vanishing cock. His girth was such that he could see her core achingly opening up for him like never before. Yet, she never even yelped or tried to stop him. Instead, her legs tried to wrap around his waist and pull him atop herself.
She's… too resolved. Amazing.
"Ugh," Robert grunted and leaned into her a little, lowering his belly against her pelvis as he pressed his shaft deeper. He felt tightly clenched inside her, more and more of his cock finding that warmth.
The unearthly, erotic, madness slowly coated his mind as he stared down at her ethereal face. Her golden hair spread around her head, her plump lips seeking his attention.
He gave it to her and fully laid down on her body, squeezing her ample breasts against his chest, all the while careful to not suffocate her under his sizable body of pure muscle and considerable fat.
"Aaaaaah~ S-so big!" Lynesse mewled so loud that it guaranteed the guards outside heard.
She tried to wrap her legs around his hips, but her slender legs weren't long enough. Just spread under the weight of his cock, more than ever in her lifetime. She welcomed more and more of the King's royal manhood until she felt utterly stretched and dangerously full, to the hilt, she was sure.
Robert felt it too, no more to push inside. He already felt pushback from her walls, having stretched her to his size, making her useless for any other man again but himself. He stopped and looked at her face, letting her get used to him.
"I'll move," he warned her.
Lynesse nodded softly, her features contorted with brows creased together.
Robert gently put more of his weight on her body and rested his elbows on each side of her face. Then, he went down and kissed her succulent lips to hide her ear-shattering moans. He moved his hips slowly, pulling out his drenched cock first to the tip.
"Ummm~" Lynesse moaned into his mouth.
Robert slid back in with a pounding thrust, slamming himself in to the end. The bed creaked and jolted at his motions. The next thing they knew, they only heard the creaking as his thrusting gained an unstoppable rhythm. His cock plunged hard inside with cervix-slamming, womb-kissing thrusts.
Ah, she's too tight. I-ugh… I'm losing it.
Feeling that their little intimate exchange had lasted a little too long, Robert decided to end quickly and go to sleep. It was never clear what Dorne might be planning. Lynesse wasn't going anywhere.
"Ah, ah—Y-Your Grace… You're… s–s… stretching me-eh… Ah-mazing! I… I'll be your…" Lynesse tried to speak amidst the thrusts that left ripples running across her jolting tits. "Concubine forever!"
Robert grunted hard beside her neck, kissing her there as he felt on edge. Lynesse underneath himself was close to her second climax too as her insides choked the life out of his cock. The countless spasms made it hard to trust, but also tighter, and pleasing to his need.
"Fine…" Robert growled without thinking and raised his torso high using both his arms. He looked down at her charming, blushing face, and her fantastic mounds. He moved and grounded his cock hard in her with each pump, aiming to spill a good load inside.
"Ooooh! Yes!" Lynesse came with a shattering release, a squirt, not a simple climax. The watery fountain squeezed from the faint gaps as Robert's cock kept battering her core. He increased his pace, warm seepage made it even more relishing for him and he finally let go.
His ass flexed hard, and his cock was tight. Stuck deep inside to the hilt, he felt his balls tickle and that blast of cream burst out from the tip and filled her up well. It was a lot, so as Robert kept thrusting slowly, his entire length turned white with the mix of their froth, a mess that continued to increase between their loins.
He molded her breasts with both his hands as he slowed down and sat back, still thrusting. He looked at her face and felt a surge of lust, asking him to go once more. No doubt, she was one of the great beauties of Westeros, and now on his bed, on his ship, spent, spilled, fucked to insanity.
"Ah!"
Robert ignored her yelp and pulled her body up by her arms. He spread his legs and made her sit on his lap, his half-erect cock still tightly inside her. He hugged her delicate waist and moved her ass over his cock with both palms.
Riding on him, Lynesse suckled the King's lips, hugging his neck and smothering him with deep, invasive kisses. She moaned like a mad woman, rambling nonsense as yet another climax approached.
King's semi-erect cock was enough for her to feel the pleasure that most men couldn't bring her.
"Ah, Oh, Seven! You're amazing… You're Grace is amazing… Please have me! Have me in your bed all nights! Ah, ummmmm—Fill me, fuck me, spread me… ah yesss!"
Lynesse shuddered in completion as spasms of pleasure returned. This time a normal orgasm, she spilled her erotic release on his plowing cock once again. This time, however, she lost herself completely and let her king lift her ass and plunge her down with his mighty arms.
Plop! Plop!
The sticky mess met with their clapping flesh. The musky scent filled the cabin. It was a wonderful night for both of them.
"Ah!" Lynesse found herself pulled in as the King got down on the bed and kept her frame on his chest. Their sweating flesh stuck to each other, their panting breaths a matching rhythm.
With no more thrusts, she felt his thickness slowly sliding out and eventually releasing her from the invasion. But following that, all the spilled cream inside her dribbled out.
For a long time, the two remained in that position.
Robert closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep. He knew the more he'd stay awake the worst he'd feel about his actions. There was a time when he held honor above everything, never even imagining betraying Catelyn. Now, here he was, bedding a woman and finishing inside her.
Neither Robert nor Eddard. I'm neither, yet I'm both. What an… interesting mess.
"Ummh…"
Robert didn't ask for it.
"Mmm…"
But as the morning came and he sat down in the bathtub, Lynesse took it upon herself to help the King clean. He didn't know that she also planned to use her mouth to clean him, or rather suck him dry that morning.
After a few initial declines, he stopped and relaxed as soon as he felt her soft mouth around his cockhead. It was a wonderful sensation, a great start to a morning. Her naked beauty was worth appreciating, and he was also a simple man who appreciated it.
Arms spread wide, neck hanging back, Lynesse in front of him between his legs. He felt relaxed, even if it was shameful in his heart. He somewhat understood why Robert had that Red Keep maid bring breakfast in strange manners.
Half an hour later, he finished his bath and stepped out of the water, cleaned thoroughly outside and inside his balls at that point. He donned his tunic and breeches and left the cabin to get some fresh air from the sea.
As expected.He found all the Kingsguards and other sailors eying him with knowing gazes. Clearly, Lynesse had been very vocal the previous night.
"Anything noteworthy, Barristan?" He asked as he arrived at the front of the ship.
"Other than a few loud noises last night, nothing out of the ordinary, Your Grace."
Robert ignored that small jibe and looked ahead. He could see a landmass on their right, they had entered the Stepstones, no doubt. Hopefully, Sunspear was just a day ahead.
"What of the Dornish ship?"
"Captain said there was no visible change in the route. The Dornish don't seem to have anything planned," Barristan answered, but he was no fool. "Yet. I'll have the men ready once we're approaching the port."
"Do that," Robert muttered.
Casterly Rock, Westerlands.
The Old Lion had gone silent more than he was before. The shame, the hurt, and the damage to his pride inflicted by Robert and the actions of Cersei had left him broken and seething inside. He ate just for the sake of being alive, he drank just for the sake of drinking.
"The word has come from the North," Kevan Lannister stated, his voice low but steady as he stood before his brother's table. "Robert never intended to send Tommen to the Wall. It was but a ruse to compel Jaime to take the oath of the Night's Watch. Robert has played us for fools!"
Tywin coldly looked at the missive that had arrived. Dark circles underneath his eyes, his fist clenched the paper until his nails dug into his palm. "Robert's intention was clear… to ensure that Jaime cannot father an heir. Now, should he have one, it shall bear the mark of a bastard."
Kevan sighed, pained. Lancel was killed in the whole mess too, after all.
House Lannister had suffered a great defeat without losing a single soldier. They felt enraged about Cersei, but at the same time, it was their own blood.
"W-What should we do now, Tywin?"
Tywin let out a weary sigh, his gaze drifting to his brother. It angered him to endure disrespect without exacting some measure of retribution.
"What are the Ironborns up to these days?"
There was tension as soon as the fleet reached the port of Sunspear. It wasn't as big as the port in Starfall, but it was still one of the busiest in Westeros. Sunspear itself was majestic and humongous, a walled settlement, protected by three massive Winding Walls, encircling one another and containing miles of narrow alleys, hidden courts, and noisy bazaars.
"It's often called the Old Palace," Barristan muttered. "The town outside is a town in all but name. No more than a queer, dusty mess of narrow streets."
"They call themselves prince and princess." Robert sneered a little. Dorne had always been an eyesore in the Seven Kingdoms. "I have a bad feeling about this, Barristan."
It was almost night, and they had arrived on time. Only Robert's ship was moving towards the docks while the rest anchored a little away. The scent of airy heat mixed with fish and spices hit their noses. A lot of trade happened there.
I don't see any sigil of Martells to welcome me.Robert frowned at the ordinary sight. Normally, even if he were to visit Lannisport, at least some effort would have been made to put on a show.
"Keep my warhammer with you," Robert ordered. "Tell Lynesse to stay on the ship."
Right then, Prince Tragar came out of the cabin and approached Robert. This was where his journey came to an end.
"I still struggle to grasp all that has transpired on this voyage, but I shall hold to our agreement, Your Grace. Life debts are not easily forgotten," Prince Tragar said, bowing his head as he continued. "Lynesse was to your taste, then? I suspected as much, her voice last night was... unmistakable. Should your gaze wander again, Lys can offer you another—perhaps one with hair like silver moonlight."
Robert merely nodded at that. He didn't want to talk about Lynesse. Not until she truly makes up her mind. "I suggest investing in a better ship, Prince Tragar. You won't always find a king nearby."
"Haha, of course, Your Grace. The moment I set foot in Lys, I'll see to it that my former shipwright is hanged, alongside the merchant who swindled me. Then, perhaps, I'll seek a more capable builder in King's Landing."
"You're always welcome."
Right then, their ship tied the rope at the port, and the gangway was set for them to disembark. As expected, Prince Tragar left immediately as he had no business with the King or the Martells at the moment.
Furthermore, even Tragar could feel that something wasn't right. The King had arrived and yet there was no welcoming party waiting for him.
Robert had already worn better clothes fitting his status. The Kingsguard had also cleaned their golden armor and wore their capes. Yet, not a single soul approached the ship to welcome the King.
"Barristan, send someone to inquire."
Quickly, Barristan sent one of the Kingsguards with three ordinary soldiers towards the Sunspear castle. Without any horses, they had to walk through the busy bazaars and streets, approaching the castle's gate.
Back on the ship, an hour passed, and then two. The men sent didn't return even then.
"Prepare for battle." Robert made up his mind and grabbed his warhammer. "Bring Clegane to the deck. Make him scream his lungs out."
Following that, the entire ship prepared itself for the worst-case scenarios. Men prepared themselves to cut the ropes if needed. The men near the sails readied themselves to act on the captain's command.
A few moments later, even Gregor Clegane was brought on deck, arms broken, his legs chained. He was made to kneel, and then a whip with nails across it was used to tear apart Gregor's entire back.
"Aaaaargh!"
Gregor roared in pain.
Pa!
Robert himself whipped the giant man. "Pour salt on his wounds."
As expected, people at the port started to gather near the ship to see where that cry was coming from. At that point, Ser Barristan announced that it was Gregor Clegane. Nobody felt bad from the cries anymore.
"Aaaaaaa!"
Robert didn't stop, not even counting the whips. If the Martells didn't come over quickly, he was willing to kill the Mountain and leave the same way they had arrived.
Pa!
Pa!
Right as the Mountain was on the verge of collapsing, some commotion came from the gangway side. Soon after, a man in Dornish clothing arrived, followed by five Dornish soldiers. Robert recognized him right away.
"I think that is enough, Your Grace. Leave some for me."
Robert stopped, his expression unchanged. "Took you long enough, Prince Oberyn."
"I… It took some convincing to my elder brother. Don't mind the delay, Your Grace. You are welcome to Sunspear." Oberyn spread his arms and gestured to follow. "The horses have been prepared."
"Convincing? Prince Doran does not welcome me?" Robert didn't move.
"A bitter aftertaste of bad memories, nothing more, Your Grace. Doran loved Elia, and the rebellion stole her from us. You, the face of that rebellion... my brother, of course, felt something." Oberyn descended the gangway, his gaze never leaving the King. "But now, all is well. He greets you with open arms—not only for the gift you bring, but for the chance to right the wrongs long buried beneath the sands."
Riddles. Too many riddles.Robert could already feel that Dorne was slipping away.
"Lead the way."
Robert descended the ship with all his Kingsguards and mounted the horses. Following Prince Oberyn, they made a quick way into Sunspear. The mighty castle had tall walls and towers reaching a hundred feet high. An ancient marvel that was still occupied by the same family as the first.
Yet, there was no calm that Robert found. Even as they entered the castle walls, there was no welcome. When they stopped at the castle's entrance, there was nobody but some soldiers to greet them.
A welcome out of necessity?
"This way, Your Grace. My brother and my sweet niece await you in the Tower of the Sun."
Robert felt annoyed already.Niece? Arianne Martell?
Through the many corridors, twists, turns, and staircases in the castle, they finally arrived at a large double-door frame. Guards were standing outside holding spears. However, on the wall adjacent to the door frame was a portrait that left Robert frozen for a few seconds.
A warning? A threat?
Robert sighed and walked past the portrait hanging on the wall—a feminine face, violet eyes, and long white hair—Daenerys Targaryen, he reckoned.
Ah, Dorne is lost.