AN: As always, we jump right into it.

TRYSTANE

SUNSPEAR

Trystane sat in the sun chair. With his siblings gone, and his father on his way to surrender, he had been made Prince of Dorne for now. In truth, Maester Caollete and Myles made most of the long term decisions, while he just announced them.

Even so, he knew that his family would never be the same. Uncle Oberyn was gone, and Ellaria had brought her daughters away. Arianne had left, apparently to seek protection with mother according to father, and Quentyn had been taken by the Ironborn, if the servants who thought he could not hear their whispers were to be believed.

He was also apprised of how the war was going, though he did not understand it all. Everything west of Hellholt had a lion statue over it on the map in father's solar. Meanwhile some criminals had escaped justice and managed to sack the Tor, and were rumored to be heading to Godsgrace. Lord Tolalnd decided to head there himself to execute the criminals and finish them off, leaving his heir and two thirds of their forces at Ghost Hill. The royal fleet, while not attacking, also was not preventing pirates from attacking. One known as Sallador Saan apparently set fire to Salt Shore, only retreating when Lord Vaith brought his forces to aid House Gargalen.

Trystane turned and looked at Areo Hotah, standing guard behind him as always. There was some talk about him going to the capital with Father, but they decided that it was better to keep him here so he could fight himself if War Mode did not work in the capital.

Suddenly, while Trystane was trying to arbitrate a man who was caught trying to steal from the siege supplies, Myles ran in and whispered in Caollete's ear.

Seeing something was wrong, Trystane spoke up. "Enough, guards bring this man back to the cells, I will decide later." Once the guards dragged the man away, he turned to the two Maesters. "What is wrong?" he asked.

"A raven from Ghost Hill. They say that a force of pirates has departed from Sand Hill." Myles explained.

"Pirates? Are we sure it is not the royal fleet?"

"That is highly unlikely My Prince." Myles said. "The Capital is aware that Prince Doran is on his way, and there has been no movement from the royal forces actually in Dorne. There is no reason to attack. But Pirates only care about wealth. Sand Hill also has a reputation for attracting Pirates. If they worked slowly, there is no doubt that they could amass a small force to strike at a more defended target. Worry not, Ghost Hill is not so easily taken. It will take more than a few pirate ships looking for an easy win to take the keep."

Trystane was less sure. 'That is what we all thought of Skyreach and Blackmont as well.' He thought to himself.

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A young kraken dreams of a Raven soaked in blood. The Raven gives the young Kraken advice, and using it, the Kraken is able to grow stronger and faster than its siblings. Eventually, the other Krakens fear the young one, and when he forces himself on his brother's mate, the others band together and drive him away He goes North, and in the frigid water, he comes across a dead thing that takes his eye, and meets the Bloody Raven from his dreams. The Raven gives him more lessons, and the Kraken grows even stronger. When the Kraken has learned everything it can, it takes the Raven's eye for himself, leaving the Raven for dead. It then goes on to do what Krakens do, but in waters that had never had to deal with krakens before. However, the Raven survives, and having lost an eye for the second time, begins appearing in the dreams of a wolf pup. All while searching for the Kraken once again.

ROBERT

DOCKS OF KING'S LANDING

Robert stood on the docks, watching a ship bearing the sigil of House Martell, escorted by the Seaswift and Boldwind, two ships of the royal fleet. Robert had thought of sending Robert's Warhammer, and the Lady Lyanna, but was informed that such ships may not be the best message to send to Dorne.

It mattered not, within the day, the war should be finally ending. They were lucky that Doran had arrived within the hour of the sun's rise.

Beside him, was Davos, Ned, Stannis, Renly, Jon, and Sers Barristan and Balon Swann. It had taken some coaxing, but Robert had managed to talk all the Lannisters out of appearing. Otherwise it would just bring hostilities to the forefront. There were some Lannister guards around, but they were all wearing borrowed armor to hide that fact.

Soon the Fornish ship was docked, and out walked Prince Doran.

Robert had never actually met the man before, except perhaps for a moment or two when his father brought him to court. "Is that him?" He asked of Jon.

"It looks like him, but to think he can walk so easily. He was stuck sitting even back during the Rebellion." His hand replied.

As Doran walked down the gangplank and onto the dock, Robert approached him. Prince and King looked at each other, and Robert could feel both hatred and pain in Doran's expression.

"Price Doran. It is good to see you, though I admit to wishing it were under better circumstances." He opened the conversation.

"The same, Your Grace." Doran answered back. He looked around, almost as if he was wishing to see someone in particular. "My family?"

Ah, yes. "Safe. After we heard Lord Greyjoy had lady Ellaria, I ordered her and her daughters to be moved to the Shield Islands. No harm will come to them. As for your son, he is ill, but Lord Hightower said the whole knowledge of the citadel is being used to aid him as his body rests. But there are plenty of other families that want to be reunited as well."

Doran nodded. "Well then, lead the way."

As Robert and Doran walked towards the Red Keep, the others began to disperse. Ned would be with Jon handling the ruling of the keep, the Lannisters were in their rooms, Renly and Stannis would be with Pycelle organizing the withdrawal orders, Baelish and Varys were off doing who knows what, but Robert doubted it would affect the talks.

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There were thirteen suns, Though eight were orange while the other five were red. The sun that had created the orange suns slithered up to a mountain of gold, and tried to burn a lion, only to be destroyed by a piercing white light, all alone. As the Lion and Stag began their fight with the suns, the Sparrow flew out of sight, laying more eggs than before. The largest sun, though dimmer than the others, scattered the Orange suns. One orange sun stayed out of sight of all, another went searching for the sparrow, and was welcomed into the fold, but only by letting the light of others shine through it. The four smallest orange suns were kept together, but sent away, only to be washed out to sea by waves. The other two orange suns accompanied the second oldest of yellow suns, and went to search for a dragon. The middle of the yellow suns was locked behind a gate of Yron, only to be burnt away by purple flames until nothing final, youngest sun was left with the dim elder, and was eventually abandoned and on its own when the Lion and Stag finally came for vengeance, stirred on by another purple flame.

DORAN

RED KEEP- SMALL COUNCIL CHAMBERS

Doran sat in a chair, his guards by his side. Opposite of him was King Robert, and Sers Barristan and Swann.

"Well then, what do you demand for terms?" Doran asked, not wanting to wallow in silence.

Robert unfurled a map. "In terms of land, the Marshes that fell under Dornish rule will be given to the Marcher Lords. Vulture's Roost shall be given to a soldier who served with distinction, who specifically will be decided later, and everything North of the Boneway shall fall under House Dondarrion."

Doran nodded. "Ser Beric has been a merciful enemy. The Wyl's may complain, but I can accept that for now. I take it the Reach shall be taking land as well? Around the Torrentine"

Robert paused for a second, looking at the map. "House Tyrell largely was inactive during this conflict, but House Tarly did capture Blackmont. But I have something else in mind for Lord Randyll. Instead, Dorne shall keep the lands, but young Edric shall wed a Reach woman, and whoever it is, their family shall pay the costs of repairing Starfall if it is salvageable, and building a new keep if not."

Doran nodded. "And until then Ser Gerold shall surrender High Hermitage to his cousin as a temporary keep."

"Aye, no price shall be paid for the Daynes. They have too much already, and Ser Arthur bought his family enough respect to last until Edric's grandson's time."

They continued on like that for a while. In addition to losing land or titles, Dorne would have to pay several Thousand Gold Dragons to the crown. They had the money, but would be unable to raise any significant force for years.

Eventually, they got to the topic Doran was most concerned with. 'And my family's punishment?"

Robert sighed. "As said in the letter, you shall retire as Prince of Dorne. It's not unheard of. Plenty of old men let their sons do the day to day ruling. I heard you spend more time at some family garden than in Sunspear. You can live there for the rest of your days if you want. I know the original letter stated that your brother's bastards would take the vows of a Silent Sister, but such will not be necessary. If they submit to the Iron throne, they shall be left alone. I will even legitimize them when they do so. But should they take up arms against any lord under me before then, they will pay the price."

Doran nodded. It was a steep price, but if it meant they would live, he could pay it. "And my children?"

"Princess Arriane remains unwed. Varys says even she resents this fact. So I shall find a suitable husband for her. I actually already have an idea though I doubt-"

"That will not be possible." Doran cut the king off. "Arriane has fled from Dorne, seeking refuge with her mother in Norvos. I doubt she will agree to wed any man you suggest.

Robert seemed to swear under his breath. "In that case, I will have to ask that you pay more in reparations. Either that, or Trystane shall also have his bride chosen for him. Arriane will also be given a year to return, else I will strip her of her inheritance, and name Quentyn your Heir."

"I will pay more. Though I doubt my daughter will return." 'Once Viserys takes the throne, she will have no need of Dorne when she is Queen.'

TRYSTANE

SUNSPEAR- TRYSTANE'S ROOM

Prince Trystane was awoken from his slumber by the roar of a monster. After waking up fully, he looked out the window and saw monsters attacking the Keep the Shadow city. To the north, he saw a large force of men, and among them, were the banners of the Royal family and the Lannisters, Trystane also thought he could make out the banners of other houses as well, but those two were the most common.

'What is going on?' Trystane thought to himself. Father had gone to the capital to end the fighting, yet here it was. He then remembered what the Maesters had said a few days ago. Pirates on sand hill. Except it was not pirates. It was the royal army.

He ran out of his room, expecting to find guards. But while he did find them, he could not get them to stop running around. He may have been the Prince while his family was away, but he was still a boy nowhere near manhood. None would listen to him in matters of warfare. He was able to find where his cousin Ser Manfrey Martell was acting as castellan and commanding the guards. Areo Hotah was out on the front lines leading the guards. From what Trystane had heard, the scouts between here and Ghost Hill had been overrun, and the Royal army moved in the night, attacking just as the Dornish were waking up.

War Mode was still active, and they had set some traps and defenses beforehand, but the army had opened up with a Heavy Storm, wrecking not just the defenses, but also making a brief but fierce storm hit the Keep as well. A guard rushed in and announced the Shadow City had been overrun. An hour later the Royal army had busted through the gates and were pouring their monsters into the Keep.

Ser Manfrey realized that the battle was lost. He turned to Trystane and revealed that there was a tunnel system for just such an occasion that the Keep was overrun. He would send Trystane away with the guards, and they would hide out in Planky Town. He ordered the guards to escort him out of Sunspear. Trystane feared this may have been his last time in his home.

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So many future events.

A dragon tested by fire, a bear between the dragon and a stag.

A puzzle that must be done.

A red flame corrupted and turned purple. The purple flames burning a sword. Animals fleeing the purple flames, but some are not fast enough.

A fat archer and a dragon wearing wolfskin.

A burnt dog fighting a mountain.

Adding up the number of stars.

Putting cards on top of one another.

An-

"Jojen!" Meera shouted at her brother.

Jojen awoke with a stop. Dreams. They were his dreams.

"They are getting worse." He heard his sister say as she tried to calm him down.

"Not worse." He said. "Just more often." It was good. He needed to have at least some idea of what was in the future. "I just hope it will be enough."

ROBERT

RED KEEP-SMALL COUNCIL CHAMBERS

This was actually going surprisingly well. Doran was acquiescing to more than he thought the Prince would. Of course part of that was because they had his family members, but Robert expected some kind of push back. No matter. The faster the war was over the better.

"Now then. About the Mountain." Doran brought up. Robert should have figured the gods would change his luck mid negotiating. If Arriane was in Norvos, then Tywin may be less pleased with losing Ser Gregor. But it would have to be done. 'Just don't ask me that question.'

"It's quite simple. The Mountain uses a simple power based deck. Have someone use Gravity Bind or such and he will be helpless. I shall command him to attack Dorne once more, under the pretense of a final reminder not to cross the throne, and once he is within your borders, Reach and Stormland men will secure the border, and your own forces can finish him off at your leisure." Robert gave the plan.

And Lord Tywin agreed to give up his loyal enforcer?" Doran asked.

"Don't ask what the price was, but yes." Robert said quickly, wanting to end the conversation as soon as possible. 'And don't ask what I know you will.' Robert prayed in his mind. But again, the gods decided to deny his wishes.

"Is that a confession? You admit his crimes? The crimes you pardoned him for? Oh wait. To pardon would mean to acknowledge the crime took place. What do you call it where you do not arrest a criminal? Clemency? No, that is not right either…" Doran spoke up, his voice growing harder with each word.

Robert winced internally while his physical body stayed unmoved. 'I feared this'

Before he could answer, The sound of the door opening grabbed both men's attention. Robert turned and looked as Joffrey strode into the room, a smirk on his face.

"Joffrey? What are you doing here? These are important talks, and I left orders that we be left alone." Although the Kingsguard would likely allow him in unless ordered specifically not to, which they were not.

"I came to deliver a message from Pycelle. He said to inform you at once. We received a raven from the Hightower. The traitorous false Prince Quentyn Martell is dead. Serves him right for being part of a traitor's family." Joffrey declared.

The worst part about the declaration, was that he was looking Prince Doran in the eye the entire time. Watching the father's expression change as news of his son's demise set in.

It was silent.

As one, both Robert and Doran stood up. They were on opposite sides of the table, but were both equidistant from Joffrey.

They both ran at him.

Robert had yet to fully regain the body of his youth, and began to accept that he likely would never fully. But he had been training a lot more recently, even going for just small jogs around the perimeter of Maegor's Holdfast with Tommen. Doran on the other hand was in better condition overall, but years in a chair did not do much to give him experience running.

Robert managed to grab Joffrey by his hair, pull his son towards him, and pick the boy up and throw him back to the door. Doran- with Joffrey out of reach- slammed into the King, and both their Duel Disks appeared.

"It doesn't have to be this way." Robert tried to defuse the situation, but he knew it would be pointless. One look at Doran was enough to see. The man did not care for consequences now. He had lost too much to care about what he still had.

"You said he would be safe. His blood is on your hands." Doran said as he drew his starting hand.

Robert sighed. He reawakened his inner warrior. "Very well then. Let this duel end the war."

Robert looked at the Life Points.

R:4000 D:8000

His brain stopped for a second. 'Oh Fuck.'

I shall go first." Doran announced. "First I play the field spell Necrovalley!"

Suddenly the floor of the Small Council chambers turned to sand, and a window broke open and let the sun into the room. Robert could feel the light of it. It was stronger than he had ever felt it before.

"Next I summon Gravekeeper's Curse." A man wearing heavy robes and a silver circlet around his head appeared on the field. He also held a hooked shaped staff. He had 800 Attack and Defense. Suddenly, the sand seemed to glow around him. His attack was raised to 1300.

"When Gravekeeper's Curse us summoned, you lose 500 Life Points." Doran announced.

The robed man threw his staff at Robert, who could do nothing but take the blow head on.

R: 3500 D:8000

"I will end my turn with a face down card. Make your move Usurper." Doran announced.

Robert drew a new card. He already took damage on the first turn and his opponent had twice the regular amount of Life Points to start with. This was not going to be easy.

AN: Apologies. This was originally going to include the full duel between Robert and Doran, but I have finals to work on, so I added in the Jojen dreams to help lengthen it. I may be late next week, but I will try to get it done by then. In other news, I did actually start an outline for a Chaotic crossover, and while doing research I found out the show is planning a return! If I do write a full story, then the chapters may be shorter, as I plan on each chapter being its own episodic plot.