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Chapter Twenty-Four: 299 AC – Dorne, Sunspear
Suspicions and the arrival of a Queen
Four weeks later. . .
Doran Martell had not told anyone about the raven he had received from Visenya.
He figured with the tension growing between Oberyn, Ellaria and the Sand Snakes, it would be a nice surprise for them. He knew Ellaria was suspicious of the secret the Martell family was keeping. It was hard for him to miss her watching the older Sand Snakes with cunning eyes and hovering over Oberyn every chance she got. It had made Doran's heart ache on behalf of his brother as he watched her try and drag him away from his daughters after Oberyn had just begun to rebuild his relationship with them. Doran knew Oberyn hadn't purposely ignored his oldest daughters, but Ellaria had done a good job segregating him from his family over the last decade.
There was something though, about Ellaria recently, that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. The behavior of the Sand Snakes had also risen his alarm. One of them was always following Ellaria at a distance and if one was called away, they made sure one of their sisters took their place. Not to mention, they were doing everything in their power to keep Oberyn from spending any time with Ellaria. Doran had joined in, as he had never liked the Uller bastard woman and had tried to urge Oberyn to set her aside but once his mind was made up, Oberyn's was almost impossible to change.
Only one person had ever been able to make his brother do anything.
His mind was on her a lot these past moons since her arrival in Westeros, not to mention he had just finished a meeting with Obara who had received a letter from Sarella. She had left her post in Oldtown on behalf of Visenya and traveled to Dragonstone to meet her. Sarella had not told her anything important, afraid of writing it just in case it was found by someone not loyal to the Targaryen crown, except they were on their way to Dorne.
He had no idea why Visenya was coming to them personally, but he suspected Obara knew more than she was letting on, as her eyes had been bright with excitement but also triumphant. He had no idea where that emotion had come from, but Obara had been all but vibrating with it and he wondered just what his Queen was up too.
Aero was stood next to the door where Obara had just exited before turning back to his prince, "Something troubles you, my prince?" he asked quietly.
Doran signed heavily, "I knew Visenya back before the rebellion, she never held all the cards so close to her chest and was willing to share information, now though... I don't understand why she's coming to Dorne instead of having our army travel to her," he explained softly.
Aero signed through his nose, "My prince, she's been away from home for sixteen years. It was bound to happen," he said comfortingly.
Doran ran a hand through his hair, "What was?" he asked curiously.
Aero smiled slightly, "Her to change. She's had to keep the heir to the Iron Throne alive and hidden for the usurpers assassins. She also traveled with the dothraki for years, that was also a change for her. The dothraki ways are different that Westeros and even most of Essos. She had to adapt to that way of life," he said softly.
Doran nodded thoughtfully, "That makes sense, but it doesn't explain why she's coming here and we're not going to her," he repeated himself.
This time a slightly guilty expression crossed Aero's face and Doran frowned at him, "Something to say?" he asked suspiciously. Aero grimaced, "There are rumors from King's Landing. Tywin Lannister and Gregor Clegane have gone missing, no one has seen them in weeks, and no one has any idea what has happened," he reported in a whisper, has Doran not been so close to him, he would not have heard a word he said.
Doran instantly felt the familiar rage rush through him when he thought about the two mentioned men. Tywin had ordered his sisters death. Gregor Clegane was responsible for hers and his nephew Aegon's. They have demanded the head of the Mountain that Rides for years but Usurper had never given it to them. The Demon of the Trident had been pleased when presented with the bodies of an innocent woman and her babes. Even all theses years later, Doran's blood boiled when he thought back to what Ashara had told them, as she had been the only survivor of the Sacking of Kings Landing. She had been the one to return the bodies back to Sunspear, as they were refused the honor of resting in the Targaryen crypts on Dragonstone.
He glared at the captain of his guard, "Why didn't you say anything earlier?" he hissed rising to his feet to pace back and forth.
Aero looked down with a hesitant expression, "My prince, I'm surprised you haven't heard about it. It's been spreading all through-out the marketplaces. It's all everyone has been gossiping about for the last few weeks," he admitted softly.
Doran raised an eyebrow, "How come Oberyn has not come in here shouting than?" he asked curiously.
Aero grimaced, "Ellaria has kept him to his room often these last few weeks since the news broke. And the Sand Snakes had been monopolizing the rest of his time, when he is not with Ellaria. I'm not even sure he knows about it. I don't know if she realizes what this means for Dorne or not but..." he trailed off as the full meaning of everything sunk into Doran's mind.
Visenya was coming to Dorne.
Her company included a thousand soldiers.
Sarella had been in her company for moons now.
A Sand Snake known for disguises in the company of the Queen Regent.
Tywin Lannister and Gregor Clegane were missing.
His heart pounded as he turned wide teary eyes to his captain, "Have two cells prepared in the dungeons," he ordered hoarsely.
She did it, was all he could think as Aero left the room to do his Prince's bidding, tears streaming down his cheeks.
~!~
Nymeria Sand, also known as Lady Nym, was the second daughter of Oberyn Martell and she could still remember the sound of her naneth's laughter. When she had nightmares or she was sick, the echoing of the sound would keep the shadows away in the night, as she missed her naneth's arms around her. She also remembered the warm arms embracing her and holding her tight when the nightmares had come calling before the Rebellion. She also remembered the gut-wrenching pain that had flowed through her when her ada had told her that he naneth couldn't come home.
The pain that she and her three other sisters had had to learn to live with as they grew.
She had been seven years old at the time of the Rebellion. She had been six the last time she had seen her naneth. It had taken years for her to understand what had actually happened. She had been twelve when she finally understood the anger that filled Obara because of Robert Baratheon. When the news of his death had come, the three eldest Sand Snakes had celebrated. Sarella had been away in Oldtown, but she had written back to them about getting very drunk in celebration.
Then the letters had started coming and their hearts had lightened as news traveled from Essos to Dorne. Their naneth was in the public eye once more, they knew she was alive and well. She had tamed the slaver cities, Astapor, Yunkai and Mereen, brought them under the control of Dragons. Even now, after months back in Westeros, her laws and word was holding under her Steward. It helped the word traveled just as fast from Westeros to Essos and everyone knew just what Visenya was up too.
Her heart had been in her throat since Obara had announced their naneth's coming arrival in Dorne.
She was with Tyene, and they were walking through one of the markets by Sunspear, having decided to take their minds from Ellaria, her plot and the coming arrival of one Visenya Targaryen. It was very crowded and the sounds of shouting and different smells of food were everywhere, even as people toasted to whoever had kidnapped Tywin Lannister and Gregor Clegane. Sarella had written them that she was with their naneth and if everything went according to plan, they would be seeing her soon. Whatever this plan was, the older three Sand Snakes had no idea. They hadn't even known that Sarella was with their naneth until her letter which arrived the day before.
They had decided to get out of the palace and away from the fighting.
Their uncle Doran had been quiet for the past few days since he had met with Obara about the letter she had received from their younger sister. Their ada had been locked away in his rooms with Ellaria, moans and shouts could often be heard from the room as the two were either fighting or fucking. Nymeria gathered that Ellaria had figured out something was going on that she knew nothing about and so she had taken to clinging to Oberyn. Today was the first time they had seen their ada because Ellaria had stormed out of his chambers and left the keep, saying she needed to think. Their ada had taken off for the training yard and was beating out his frustrations with Obara and his former squire Daemon Sand.
Tyene had decided that she wanted to see if she could find something for their naneth as she used to always give her flowers every time they met, and she wanted to be able to give her something when they met again. Nymeria had agreed to go with her just to get away for a few hours, needing to get her mind away from the intrigues and politics of court. As they walked, some of the local sellers and a few children shouted greetings to the two girls, guards bowing lightly as the Snakes passed.
The bastards in Dorne were treated much better than anywhere else in Westeros. The two girls were the daughters of a Prince of Dorne, and they had grown up much loved in Sunspear and the Water Gardens because of this. Tyene stopped to give some of the children a few coins while Nymeria headed to one of the booths that sold flowers. She looked over them, there were lots of different colors and all different breeds of flowers sitting there. Eventually Tyene joined her, a beautiful smile lit up her face as she looked around, happy to see their people so at ease.
Nymeria followed behind her scowling softly, "Why are we getting them now? We have no idea when we'll see her again," she asked mind on naneth.
Tyene giggled, "I might have heard from Aero that naneth was on her way here, to Dorne with Sarella," she said smiling.
Nym's head snapped over to face her and her jaw dropped, "Naneth's coming home?" she croaked as she pulled the younger woman to a stop.
Tyene giggled again nodding, "Mm hmm," she hummed as she walked over to a bouquet of colorful flowers.
It had red, white and yellow roses and was surrounded by baby breaths and seem to shine in the sunlight. It was stunningly beautiful and Tyene knew instantly her naneth would love it. The woman who was watching over the stall walked over, "It is beautiful, is it not?" she asked softly. Nymeria and Tyene turned to look at her, the first still reeling from shock. She was a woman from Lys who had strong valyrian blood. She was pale with the white, blonde hair, only instead of purple eyes she had blue ones, she was dressed in blue Essosi dress and Tyene smiled brilliantly at her as she gestured to the bundle of flowers that had caught her attention.
Tyene smiled and nodded, "Yes, I was thinking that my naneth would love them," she murmured as she stroked one of the roses petals.
"Naneth?" the stranger asked curiously.
Tyene smiled softly, "Mother," she explained.
The woman smiled softly, "Have you been apart for a long time, my lady?" she asked moving to lift the flowers from the pot they had been resting in.
The two girls nodded, "Ever since Robert's Rebellion," Nym muttered as she followed Tyene and the lady over to the empty table there. The hustle and bustle of the market faded behind them as they talked.
They watched as she trimmed the stems and then wrapped a black ribbon around them before turning and handing them to Tyene, who than went to hand her a bag a coins. The woman held out a hand and shook her head, "No coin necessary. It's not often I get girls in here looking for a gift for their mothers. I hope she will enjoy them," the woman said before walking away to speak with another customer.
Tyene and Nymeria shared a glance before the two girls grinned and began heading back to the keep. Now that they had the flowers, Tyene didn't want them to die from the heat. However, as they were heading down the streets, Nym spotted something that surprised her. Ellaria was walking down the streets, a black scarf was wrapped over her head and covering part of her face, but she could tell who it was because of the way she moved. She nudged Tyene, who looked at her curiously before following her gaze and seeing their ada's paramour.
Both instantly began fighting the crowd to follow after her. Neither had forgotten about the threat she was to their naneth. They pushed past people with apologies on their lips as they rushed after her. Nymeria made sure they were a safe distance away, but both of them stopped cold when they saw where Ellaria stopped. It was a booth in the center of the market, the man who used it was known for selling wine. It was one of their ada's favorite traders. However, he was also known for selling deadly poisons. Another reason their ada like him.
Tyene's blue eyes looked flintily as they tried to burn a hole in Ellaria's head. Nymeria growled low in her chest before they moved between the market stalls and came into hearing distance of the trader and Ellaria, stopping under the shade of a tent. She shot a look at Tyene, her sister instantly fading into the background behind some trees and then she turned to face the woman again straining to hear what they were saying.
"Do you, have it?" she could hear Ellaria's soft voice clear as day.
The man gave her a sly smile and pulled a small pouch from beside him, "It took some time to find it, but here it is," he said softly.
Nym narrowed her eyes as the pouch exchanged hands and Ellaria pulled a small vial from it. It was filled with a yellow/greenish liquid, and she heard Tyene's loud gasp from where she was standing in the shadows, angry steadily growing as she listened for their conversation.
"It will kill quickly?" Ellaria asked suspiciously.
The man nodded, "It kills in twenty minutes," he explained with a dark smirk.
She nodded as she tucked the vial back into the pouch and then tucked that pouch into her dress, so no one could see it. When she was finished, she pulled out another pouch, this one filled with coins and handed it to the man with a smile, "As we had agreed," she said.
The man nodded, "A pleasure Lady Ellaria," he said as she turned to leave, pulling her scarp up around her head.
She nodded once more before casting a look around herself, Nym and Tyene quickly hiding behind a large group of people, walking away without looking back. The minute she vanished from their vision, Nymeria rushed over to Tyene who was still looking after her with shocked eyes.
Nym nudged her, "What is that stuff?" she asked softly, knowing Tyene knew more about poisons than anyone save their ada.
Tyene growled, "It's some type of snake venom and the only one I know that kills that quickly is black mamba or a brown snake," she said as they joined back into the crowds of the marketplace.
Nymeria flinched as they had both seen what those venoms could do to someone, it had been gruesome. "Three guesses why she bought it and only one is right," she said darkly. Tyene instantly understood where Nym's thoughts were taking her, and she nodded her agreement before the two girls shared a heavy look and ran through the streets to get back to the keep.
When they arrived, Nymeria shot a look at Obara, who instantly understood that something had happened. She gave a brief look back at her ada who was fighting three other men at once, before rushing over to join her two sisters. "Ellaria just bought poison in the marketplace," Tyene whispered urgently.
Obara's lips lifted like she was going to snarl, and she turned to see Ellaria had a struggling Lorenza in her arms and was standing on the balcony above them, watching their ada.
Her eyes met Obara's, Nymeria and Tyene's one by one, who had followed their older sisters lead and all three girls glared at the woman and hatred pulsed through them. Ellaria looked away uneasy, she wondered what had happened to make the elder Sand Snakes so hostile. Oberyn had caught the glances between them, as he had won his spar against his opponents and felt a tight feeling in his chest as he wondered again what he was missing.
Ever since Visenya had begin writing more often, Ellaria had been different.
She was controlling, clingy and always tried to keep them locked up in his rooms, where before she had not cared what he was doing or where he was. He had also noticed the distaste in her eyes when she looked at his four oldest daughters as the weeks had passed. The elder Sand Snakes had been tensing and watchful over the last couple moons, to the point he was wondering if they were expecting an attack or were practicing something he didn't know about, which again reared his curiosity.
However, the look the four of them had just shared made his gut tighten, something suspicious was going on and he wanted to know what it was. His daughters did not act like that for no reason. There was something that he didn't know about, he was sure of it. Something everyone knew about Oberyn was the fact that he didn't know how to leave a mystery unsolved.
He would get to the bottom of it, he vowed.
~!~
Three days later...
Visenya stood at the deck of her war ship, Valyria, as Sunspear came into sight from the water.
She had been on the ship for a couple of weeks as a storm had rolled in and made their travel time extend, forcing them to dock at Dragonstone for a few days. She had left Jace in charge of their army bringing only most of her trusted with her. The reason for that was she knew Jace needed to have his own trusted advisors, to build his Small Council, without her input. After the war was over, she would either retire to Dorne or Summerhall. She wasn't going to stay in King's Landing, not with all the memories of that horrible city.
Which would leave him to rule with only Roslin by his side.
Lord Dayne and Ashara had already arrived in the camp before she left. Lewyn's army and the Dornish host had met on the Kingsroad, and they had arrived the day before she was set to leave to Dorne. The reunion had been heartbreaking as Lewyn had arrived with Lord Jon Connington, Rhaegar's dearest friend other than Arthur and Lord Owen Merryweather, men that had been loyal during Robert's Rebellion, but Aerys had suspected of sympathy to the rebels, both men were stripped of lands and titles and exiled from Westeros by Aerys. Only, Lewyn had gotten to them first. The three men were the commanders of the loyalist army that had once marched with Rhaegar Targaryen to the Ruby Trident.
Connington had dropped to his knees in front of Jacaerys upon their introduction and wept like no one had ever witnessed before. The man had been beside himself at the sight of a boy darkened like his northern mother but clearly his fathers son in every other way. Everyone knew Connington had been in love with Rhaegar, the man had hated Elia, but the man had been loyal to the Targaryen family his whole life and to see the boy that would mount the Iron Throne in his fathers stead, had driven the proud Lord to tears.
The armies had meshed well with Jacaerys taking control.
Her reunion with Ashara had involved a bottle of wine and tears of grief as they both talked of Elia and their lives of the last few years. Visenya was grieved that Ashara had lost her son. The woman had been in the last weeks of pregnancy when they had fled to Starfall in order to get on a ship to Dragonstone. Her heart had broken when Arthur and Ashara had been reunited, the Star of Starfall had thrown herself into the Sword of Morning's arms and wept so hard that she had collapsed, and Arthur had to hold her weight.
Ashara had not given Visenya a choice to be left behind. Ashara was back at her Queen's side and would not be parted from it, until there was no other choice. So, when they mounted to leave for Dorne, Ashara was among their party, it had eased Visenya's heart to once more be among friends. Catelyn was not the same, the North and losing her husband had hardened her and she was not the same girl Visenya remembered but Ashara, she was still the same and Visenya was so happy to be with her once again.
She knew Jace would keep a good handle over everything and had trusted their army into his hands, making him swear he would govern well until her return.
The betrayal of Roose Bolton and Robb's wife Jayne had left everyone reeling, even weeks after it happened. Robb himself had been a mess when they had left Riverrun. The betrayal had stung him deep. It also hadn't helped that his grandfather had passed away the next day. Visenya hadn't been expecting anything like what had happened to happen. She had always known the North was loyal to their liege lords, the Stark's. For a northern lord to betray their lord or while their king... it was something she had never expected or could have predicted. Then for Hoster to go and die the next day, it was too much at once.
The poor boy was only sixteen and while Jacaerys had been raised on exile and among a people known for war, Robb had been under the protection of his House and father. Though he had been her friend, Visenya would say freely, that Ned had ill prepared his heir to rule after him. Robb was good at war, but it was clear he was struggling with politics. She had seen the glances exchanged between a few of the Riverland Lords and knew something was going to happen. She hoped that they returned before anything blew up in their faces, as it has also become clear the Hoster had not had enough time to prepare his heir for his duties either and Arianne was going to have her hands full trying to help Edmure and do her own duties.
The thought of her surrogate father sent a pang through her heart. Her cheeks heated at the thought of what happened after she had found him. Her uncle Greatjon had wanted her to postpone her trip because of the grief that had filled her and her behavior after finding Hoster. But Visenya was committed to her course. After they had sent Hoster off, Visenya had retired away from the men with Catelyn. The two-woman had one night to grieve together, and she was hopeful that her parting words to Catelyn would help the woman through her grief.
Edmure and Arianne had begun planning their wedding. The latter giving Visenya a letter to her ada before they had left and asking her to bring Tyene back with her. Robb's lords had spoken of the fact he would need to marry again soon. However Visenya had stepped in and told them that would be a conversation for them to have after she returned from Dorne as Robb was in no position to make that choice right now. Jacaerys had promised to keep an eye on his cousin to be safe, as he had seen the look on Olenna and Margaery Tyrell's faces when it became known the King in the North would need a new bride. Visenya was looking forward to how Jacaerys would handle the situation when she got back.
Ser Arthur, Daenerys, Ashara, Lillian, Ser Oswell, Ser Loras, Ser Jorah, Grey Worm, Shireen and Daario were all stood on the deck with her. Captain Whitefang was at the wheel and the younger ones eyes all widened when they set eyes on the shining red castle that was slowly coming into being. Visenya felt her heart pound in her chest as joy and trepidation filled her. For the first time in years, she was so close to the rest of her family. So, so close to being near Oberyn again. Heat was gathering in her belly, and she rubbed her thighs together.
She seriously wondered what would happen when they actually saw each other again.
The other two war ships, Sea Glider and Free Wings, were on either side of them. One thousand soldiers, split between the Unsullied and Dothraki, were their escorts to Dorne. On the ship Sea Glider, Amory Lorch was chained down in the brig and on Free Wings, held Gregor Clegane who had been placed under sleeping draught. Tywin was in the same position on her ship and Visenya expected them to wake sometime in the next few hours again. She wondered what the three were thinking as only Tywin had any idea of where they were going, and she had made sure that the three were never in close contact with each other to try and plan escape, hence one to each ship.
Daeny smiled at her as the young girl came to stand at her side, "It's so beautiful," she murmured as all the details came into being.
Visenya looked at her, dressed in bright blue and wearing a crown of sapphires, she looked every inch the Princess she was. Sarella had changed into a gown of Martell colors and done in the provocative ways dornish gowns usually were. Arthur was dressed in armor, Dawn, who had been pulled out of retirement, was resting at his waist. Shireen was dressed in Targaryen red; this was done to make them understand that she was under the Targaryen banner of protection.
Visenya herself wore her crown of flames, her long black hair was left long and free. Her gown was a hand made and a beautiful soft fabric that she didn't know the name of. It was white, the back non-existent only covering her hips to the floor and it plunged low between her breasts, leaving her bare from navel to throat, it was held together over her shoulders with simple two simple silver clips and beautiful bangles of silver were wrapped around her upper arms, just above her elbows and around her wrists, with the white fabric from her shoulders connecting to each one and flowing from them.
She wore sandals and every time she took a step forward, anyone could see the beautiful life like red viper with black eyes wrapped around her ankle. All together, she looked absolutely stunning and like the Queen she was meant to be. Valyrian, Sunfyre, Drogon and Stormcloud were the only dragon accompanying them and all, but Valyrian were on the ship as most were still too small to ride. The huge white and purple beast they called the King of Dragons was up in the air above them and Visenya could feel his happiness and joy through their connection.
Sarella moved so she could like her fingers through her naneth's, and violet eyes focused on her, "Welcome home naneth," she whispered and Visenya could another voice from so many years ago, a mans voice, 'Welcome home little sister' as he escorted her injured body into Minas Tirith after the Battle of the Black Gates.
However, she shook that voice away, it was her past and she wanted to look to her future.
She smiled at her youngest daughter of the heart, "Home indeed," she said before turning back to face Sunspear.
In just two hours, they would dock, and she would get to see the rest of her family.
She smiled just thinking about it.
Finally.
~!~
Aero hurried into the throne room, where Doran was holding court. Ellaria and the seven Sand Snake's were stood next to the younger Martell's right, where he was stood behind her brother watching quietly and Tristan and Ryanne Tyrell were stood to Doran's left watching the proceedings. The lords and ladies in the room were speaking amongst themselves and Doran looked over when he saw his captain enter the room.
Aero hurried over to him and then bent so his lips were practically pressed against the ear of the ruling Prince of Dorne. "Targaryen banners were seen coming into the harbor," he whispered so softly that Doran wasn't sure he had heard him right at all.
Aero pulled away and just the look on his face convinced the prince, "Go greet them and bring them here," he said just as softly back.
The captain nodded and then spun on his heel and leaving the room, hearing Oberyn's questioning voice behind him, before the door closed behind him. He gathered a few of the guards and then hurried them down to the docks, horses thundering through the marketplace and leaving whispers in their wake. Just as the were arriving, three ships baring the three headed Targaryen banner were being pulled into port. The first ship had a group of people gathered on the deck and after the ship had docked and the board pulled down, he lost his breath as a beautiful black haired, purple eyed woman stepped off the ship.
Queen Regent, Visenya Targaryen felt tears fill her eyes when they rested on the man waiting for her.
Aero returned her watery smile with one of his own before sweeping her into a hug unable to stop himself, "Visenya, it's so good to see you," his deep voice rumbled.
She released him as the group that had been standing with her stepped off the ship, "You as well Aero," she whispered.
The man grinned before resting his eyes on the girl who looked so much like prince Oberyn, "Sarella," he greeted with a look. The one that said, you have been doing something you weren't supposed to be doing. She gave him a cheeky grin, "When you mother summons you, you go," was her only explanation, making the man laugh.
Words failed him when armed men pulled three men, who stunk to high heavens, out from the ship cabins, wrapped in chains. Aero was at a loss for words when his eyes rested on Amory Lorch, Tywin Lannister and Gregor Clegane, each fuzzy from the drugs in their system and barely walking upright.
Visenya followed his stunned eyes before looking away to him and smiling, "A gift to the Princes of Dorne," she explained sadly.
He just gulped and nodded, after all Doran had said she was the most devious woman he had ever met.
"May I take you to him?" he asked offering her his arm, as he glanced over her party.
He recognized a few of them, Ser Arthur, Ser Oswell, Lady Ashara and the girl with bright blonde hair. She was almost the spitting image of the late Queen Rhaella, only her eyes were blue.
Visenya smiled and nodded her head, "Thank you Aero," she said before accepting his arm.
The man rested his other hand over the one holding his arm and chuckled before leading her party away from the docks to the waiting horses. As they rode through the marketplace many of the locals, who had lived in Sunspear their whole lives, instantly recognized the woman being led through their streets, even without the dragon banners flapping in the breeze and the three men who were chained up and being escorted by huge dark-skinned warriors.
An aisle was formed, people coming from their homes to stand in the streets, cheers and shouts greeted her and Visenya smiled and waved at them all with happiness.
Everyone who had traveled with Visenya, followed behind her with wide eyes as they saw people celebrating the return of Visenya to their home. Sarella rode to the right behind Visenya, and she grinned and waved both her arms in greetings to everyone as they traveled through the streets up to the keep. Flowers were thrown at their feet and food was being tossed at the three men wrapped in chains, jeers and insults shouted at them as they were dragged behind their horses.
When they came to the gates of the Sunspear palace, there were fours guards present. The moment they saw who was coming towards them, they rushed to open the gates. Aero escorted Visenya, the woman who had once promised justice to Elia Martell inside. Many people cheered and chanted her name, praise ringing through the air and the three prisoners were beginning to feel fear.
Thankfully, no one in the throne room, could hear them.
Once the thousand men escorting Tywin, Gregor and Amory had entered the keep walls, the guards closed the gates behind them. Many soldiers and passing servants felt their mouths drop as the Warrior Queen of legend walked into their halls for the first time in many years, bowing low in respect.
Aero escorted her through the garden, down the halls and then stopped outside of the throne room, where he realized her arm and bowed his head in respect. They could all hear the voices through the doors and Visenya felt her heard pound when she heard the tenor of Oberyn above them all.
She took a deep breath and nodded to Aero who disappeared back into the chamber.
Visenya knew in only minutes she would see her family again.
She hoped with all her heart, that they had missed her as much as she had missed them.