A Return Home

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(Circa 296AC)

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Standard Trait Point Gained!

You have reached 15000 skill levels. This means you now have 1 StTP to spend.

Good work!

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Available Traits

Current skill level total: 15001

This grants you 1 Standard Skill Point (StTP)).

You have spent 1 StTP and 0 SpTP.

StTPs are listed normally.

SpTPs are underlined.

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Traits available for purchase:

Boosted Book Learning

Boosted Craftsman

Boosted Mana

Boosted Stamina

Earth Compatibility

Greensight

Gift of Tongues

Necromancy Compatibility

Over-boost Mana

Over-boost Stamina

Prophetic Dreams

Shadow Compatibility

Water Compatibility

Wind Compatibility

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WARNING!

Be aware that when selecting a trait, your body will go through some form of alteration on both a physical and mental level. Because of this, a time delay can be set for how long it takes for a change to initiate.

For Standard Traits, this results in a loss of consciousness for a period ranging from three to ten hours.

For Special Traits, this results in a loss of consciousness for hours to days, along with a varying but constant level of pain as your body undergoes some changes.

NOTE:

If two traits are chosen to activate at the same time, the timeframe for both is doubled and applied together. If three traits are taken at the same time, then the timeframe is tripled and applied together.

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As I read the notice, I couldn’t help but smile. I’d broken the fifteen thousand skill levels threshold during the attack on the cove. Yet, because of having to deal with searching the buildings, bringing the freed slaves onto our ships and then resuming our journey to Sunspear, I’d held off on selecting one. Not least because even for a Standard Trait, I was looking at losing a minimum of three hours. Which was why I was only now re-opening the notice once I was in my cabin and ready to turn in for the night.

Boosted Craftsman was the only change from the earlier list, replacing Boosted Martial Learning. The new choice granted improved learning of any non-combat skill that could be used in a trade. The wording was vague enough that many of my skills might well be covered by it, however, the majority of those weren’t skills I was focusing on.

That meant that of the remaining traits, I was back to the four that I’d considered before taking Boosted Martial Learning. Those were Wind Compatibility, Earth Compatibility, Boosted Mana, and Gift of Tongues. Boosted Mana would be very useful even after whatever was restricting magic ended, but as I suspected that was the Red Comet - which was due in a few years - I wasn’t in a major rush to grab it. Gift of Tongues had use for the long-term - as in after the war with the Others, if I survived - as it’d allow me to learn any language quicker simply by hearing it, and was granted a further boost by Comprehension. The two that drew my attention the most were the magical compatibilities. Of those, the one for Earth Magic felt more esoteric in its use and thus far less combat oriented. Oh, I could see the benefits of being able to alter landmasses to create new areas or bring down walls, but based on how little I could do even with Fire Magic in the 90s, it would be years at best before that would be doable. That left Wind Compatibility as the obvious choice.

Not only would it help with Wind Magic, but it had a natural synergy with Fire Magic. I had not heard much about it in Westeros; only hearing about it from stories of Oberyn's time in Essos. The idea of generating firestorms large enough to take down cities - a power none short of a dragon rider could pull off - was not something to sneeze at. Yes, it would take time to get it to a point where that synergy would come into play, but being able to direct a gust of wind - one perhaps carrying dust - into the eyes of an opponent was a very useful concept for combat. Especially against those whose skill outmatched my own.

Trait Selected!

Wind Compatibility chosen.

Are you certain?

Yes/no

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I rolled my eyes as I slid under the sheets of my bed. I understood why it had to ask, but it was annoying to have it confirm the choice when I’d taken hours to consider it.

Trait Confirmed!

The user will be rendered unconscious for a minimum of four hours once Alignment is achieved.

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The sultry breath of the Dornish wind whispered through my long ebony locks, cascading down my frame, and caressed the silken fabric of my dark tunic. Standing atop the Windchaser's deck, I observed as the seasoned harbour pilot skilfully gripped the wheel, expertly navigating us past a myriad of vessels moored within Sunspear's bustling harbour. The maritime tapestry unfolded before my eyes, adorned with a symphony of bustling figures, diligently ferrying precious cargo back and forth the countless berthed ships. While the majority proudly hoisted sails enrobed in the vibrant hues of House Martell, a keen eye could discern a smattering of vessels bedecked in the vibrant sigils of Myr, Volantis, and even the shadow-laden banners of Braavos.

In our wake, our duo of remaining escorts followed suit, steadfastly trailing behind, their looming forms signifying strength and vigilance. Accompanying them were the fruits of our triumphant endeavours, the spoils wrested from the clutches of the marauding pirates that had beset us amidst the tempest's wrath. The larger of the two, having undergone a thorough cleansing, now cradled the emancipated souls once bound in chains, their lives forever transformed. As for the smaller vessel, it bore witness to the majority of the treasures pillaged from the forsaken cove, its concealed trove liberated from the clutches of those wretched pirates.

I was standing near the pilot on the quarterdeck, though my attention was on the forecastle. There, Beron, Alysanne, and Wylla were looking around, arms out as they pointed at various parts of Sunspear and the Shadow City. With them were Ty, who was probably explaining details about the city and palace, and Ymir was hiding under some shade set up for him. At his side was a bowl with fresh water as, much like the northern children, he was struggling with the Dornish heat. While I planned to have his fur trimmed once we were in Sunspear, I wondered if he was staying there instead of with me more because of the attention the girls gave him rather than the shade. Then again, as Ty turned and looked back and our eyes met, I couldn’t fault his logic.

Once we were clear of the cove, and we were relatively certain we were safe from further attacks, Ty had shifted her clothing, adopting a clinging gown of pale blue samite with sleeves of Myrish lace that made her look as innocent as the Maid herself. Now, her clothing wasn’t even close to being considered scandalous even based on general Westerosi standards, but it was far more revealing than what I’d seen in the North.

Part of that came down to climate, but even taking that into account, what Ty was wearing wasn’t provocative. At least to me. Yet it seemed it was having an effect on Beron, which I found amusing, as did Alysanne and Wylla, though there was a hard look in Wylla’s eyes whenever Beron looked at Ty.

Far beyond that group, as we passed the last moored ship and came upon an empty pier, I saw a gathering waiting on land. Thanks to the boosted eyesight from Rian, I was able to make out those waiting there. Doran led the procession, with Arianne and Trystane at his side while Nymeria and Sarella stood behind their cousins. To Doran’s right, I saw my mother, aunt, and Lady Ellaria, with the two oldest holding bundles and I had to assume that next to them would be Aliandra, my younger sister. Most likely she was holding Allyria’s hand to keep her from running off.

“Happy to be home I take it?” Oberyn said as he stepped onto the quarterdeck. “Or have you, even at this distance, managed to see a familiar face that you may have long missed after a year away?”

“Aye. Mother, my aunt, and Lady Ellaria. All seem to be holding something.” I chuckled at his smirk. “Happy about your work I gather?”

“Yes. Though time seems to slow the closer we get before my wife, paramour and daughters are in my arms,” he replied as he came closer and clapped me on my shoulder. “Perhaps you might check on those at the front. If their mouths stay open longer I fear my brother might die from the smell of whatever has crept inside those gaping maws.”

I laughed at the image and then did as he asked. Time did feel as if it was slowing as the Windchaser moved alongside the empty pier and as I reached the forecastle, Beron turned to face me. His face was red as if he was out of breath. “How much longer?” He all but whined, which made me laugh.

“Soon,” I replied with a chuckle. “However, before you can escape the heat, we must greet Prince Doran, though formal introductions are not made on the docks. After that, and Guest Rights are invoked, we shall head to the palace. Once there, you will be out of the sun. I hope you grow accustomed to it soon, otherwise, you have several long, gruelling years ahead of you.”

“I shall likely be dead before we have to head home,” Wylla muttered, drawing a chuckle from Ty. My eyes moved to her, and she saw my glance and smiled. While I’d yet to let her return to my bed, since leaving the cove, I’d done as I’d promised Alysanne and talked with my stepsister. She understood she wasn’t getting back into my sheets instantly and was willing to pay the penance for her mistakes, which kept me smiling. The fact I’d seemingly tamed her already was one hell of an ego boost, as were the doe eyes she affixed me with that promised her complete submission whenever I deemed her penance served and hauled her back to my side.

The Windchaser shuddered and I turned to see we were now against the pier. Around the deck, members of the crew were moving to secure our moorings and preparing for the deck plank to be lowered. I moved down onto the main deck, quickly reaching Oberyn’s side as he came down from the quarterdeck, and then once the plank was lowered, I followed a step behind him down onto the pier. As the crew started passing cargo over the railings, I followed him down the pier, the wood groaning as we walked, to the docks, where Doran Martell and his party awaited.

I smiled at my mother and aunt, and if not for protocol would’ve headed straight to them. I wanted to hug my mother, hold Aliandra, who was indeed next to Allyria, and meet my newest sister. Yet I couldn’t, which was probably a good thing as Allyria’s gaze, after taking in my changed appearance after a year away, reminded me far too much of Ty’s – at least when we’d been together – right before she decided it was time for bed.

Yet, as my gaze landed upon the prince, I faltered. Beside Doran, Arianne fixed her gaze upon me, her eyes aflame with a passion that stirred the deepest recesses of my longing heart. By the gods, though her stature had not grown much during my year-long absence, the curves that had been blossoming when I departed were now fully formed. Her dress draped loosely upon her frame, yet clung sensuously to all the right contours. It was a garment that teased and tempted, promising forbidden delights. As she smirked in a manner that held the promise of divine ecstasy, I found myself swallowing hard. She might not bear the title of a true Sand Snake, but there was a perilous allure about her that surpassed any of Oberyn's daughters. By the gods above, I was willing to risk it all for a mere taste of that tantalizing fruit.

“Brother, it is good to see you.” My eyes snapped from Arianne to see Oberyn greet Doran, the pair clasping arms and hands. “Do my eyes deceive me, or have you grown livelier in my time away?”

Doran chuckled as they held each other. “Let us say that my daughter has taught me something that has… reinvigorated me.” His gaze shifted to me for a moment before returning to Oberyn. “However, we will speak on that later.”

Oberyn nodded as they released each other. He stretched an arm back and gestured me forward. “I’m sure you remember my son, Ser Cregan Sand.” I lowered my head to Doran even as I heard murmurs from the group.

"Ser now, is it?" Doran inquired, his voice laced with curiosity, as I lifted my gaze to meet his. "Could this newfound knighthood be somehow entwined with the fact that I despatched you northward, only to have you return not only with a wolf in tow but also a mermaid? And let us not forget the peculiar sight of two boats entering the docks, unfurling sails bereft of the colours that signify allegiance to either our noble House or the esteemed Manderlys of the North."

Even if I couldn't behold his countenance in its entirety, I could sense Oberyn's lips curling with a mischievous delight. “It is, dear brother, but I shall save the full details for the feast.” I turned as I heard someone step off the pier behind us, and smiled at the group that approached, which had Ty at the rear, one hand bunched in Ymir's fur to keep him from racing forward.

Oberyn did the same and then extended his arm toward the newcomers as he turned back to his brother. “Brother, may I introduce, Beron of House Stark, Wylla of House Manderly and Alysanne Snow, the natural daughter of Lord Eddard Stark,” Oberyn stressed the word daughter as he stared at Alysanne, which I understood to be a reminder for her to not air her opinions on her parentage in such an open location.

I looked back at Doran, wondering how he’d react, but unlike the others – who were looking over the newcomers with curious, and in some cases confused, eyes – he seemed entirely unconcerned. Undoubtedly Oberyn had mentioned the trio in a raven he’d sent from Gulltown, but it seemed Doran hadn’t shared the information with anyone else. Not even his daughter and heir.

I bit back a groan as Beron took a step away from his group. “Prince Doran,” he began as he started though I stopped him from dropping to a knee by moving closer and gripping his shoulder.

“While I understand Northerners greet a lord or prince wherever they may be, in Dorne we prefer to keep such formalities to the court.” I turned back around, my grip on Beron loosening as he stopped descending. A faint smile was on Doran’s face, so it seemed he wasn’t upset by this, but I’d still be having words with Beron. I literally just told him not to do that on the Windchaser.

“I… my apologies, Prince Doran,” Beron began as I turned back to face Doran and his party. “I meant no disrespe…” Beron’s words trailed off but given Arianne had taken a step forward to be at Doran’s side, and undoubtedly drew my cousin’s gaze, I could understand why his tongue stopped working.

Doran’s smile grew as Beron fumbled his words, and he extended a hand toward Arianne. “My daughter and heir, Princess Arianne.” The hand continued past Arianne though my eyes never left hers. “and my youngest, Prince Trystane.” Even as Doran continued I found myself getting lost in Arianne’s dark, mysterious eyes. However, before I could say or do anything, a whine came from behind me and her gaze shifted past me, with a smile following soon after.

“Aw, is someone hot?” She asked as she dropped to a knee, giving me a delightful view down her dress. Thankfully for me, her gaze stayed on Ymir as he walked forward. “Aww.” He leaned into her hand, enjoying her touch and making me extremely jealous. “What a delightful pup,” she looked up at Beron, “though I don’t think he enjoys the Dornish sun.” A weak laugh came from Beron. “Is he yours?”

“No, he is Ser Cregan's,” Beron replied, falling back into formality when faced with such beauty, behind us I heard a faint feminine grumble.

However, my attention was taken by Arianne as her head whipped around to me. “A gift from your uncle?”

As I caught Doran and my mother, among others, also looking my way, I shared a look with Oberyn, then gave a slight nod to allow him the pleasure of revealing the truth.

“No, dear niece.” Arianne turned her head slightly but kept her eyes on me. “Cregan found Ymir north of the Wall.” I saw my mother stiffen for a moment, making the bundle in her arms cry out.

“A wolf for a child of a Stark,” Doran commented as his eyes moved from Ymir to me. “A suitable pairing.”

I turned to Doran with a wide smile. “Forgive me, My Prince,” I began, lowering my head. “Ymir is no mere wolf. He, like his brother who is being raised by Rob Stark, is a direwolf.” I watched Doran and Arianne as they reacted to the news. While others, including my mother, took at least a half-step back, Doran’s only reaction was the rising of his brow. Arianne, however, froze, and then with wide eyes, looked at Ymir as he pushed against her now still hand, seeking further attention.” He’s mostly harmless. For now.” I added, which drew a faint ‘eep’ from someone in the crowd.

After a few seconds of silence, in which my mother’s expression turned from fear and shock to fury – directed at both Oberyn and me – Doran started to chuckle. He then fixed his brother with a gaze. “I believe this should be the story you start with once the feast begins, brother.” His gaze passed over me and Ymir before reaching my mother. “Though perhaps you might give us a brief accounting while we move to the palace. Otherwise, I fear neither you nor your son will arrive there safely.”

I shared a laugh with Oberyn. “As you say, dear brother, as you say.” With that, he moved forward, making a beeline for his wife and paramour. I glanced down at Arianne and offered my hand, which she took slowly, her eyes still wide as he looked down at Ymir. The direwolf whined at the loss of attention only to relax as Alysanne moved over and scratched his head.

With Arianne’s hand still in mine, I turned to face my mother. While she was greeting Oberyn warmly, there was cold fury in her eyes. A fury that, when they found me, promised a bollocking for going north of the Wall.

Knowing I was reasonably safe from her rage for the moment, I moved closer to her, Ellaria, the bundles they carried, Allyria and Aliandra. While I’d like to see Loreza, Ellaria’s youngest, my attention was on my sisters. Aliandra was being held in place by my aunt, likely because at her age she didn’t understand what a direwolf was, while her younger sister, whose name I still had to learn, was being gently rocked by my less-than-happy mother. With a princess in hand, and direwolf – even a pup – in tow, I doubted I’d be subjected to that bollocking now, and even if I was, I’d consider it a fair price to pay to see my sisters.

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“The night is long, and the path is dark. Look to the sky, for one day soon, the dawn will come.” I moved around the hall, not letting my eyes linger as I sang. “Bare your blade and raise it high. Stand your ground, the dawn will come.” The song was one I remembered from my old life, which ironically, worked very well for Dorne. Or at least for one House in particular. “The night is long, and the path is dark. Look to the sky, for one day soon, the dawn will come. The night is long, and the path is dark. Look to the sky, for one day soon, the dawn will come.” I let my voice fade away, signalling the end of the song. Then, as applause erupted around the hall, I turned toward the head table and bowed deeply.

When I lifted my head, my eyes weren’t on Doran, but my mother. Since I’d missed her nameday, and Allyria’s as well, I’d spent some time on the voyage south thinking on how to make that up to them. That was when I remembered that song from my former life, and after changing some of the lyrics, had chosen it as their present.

Now, I hadn’t planned to sing this at the welcome home feast, but Oberyn had given a brief overview of events that led to me gaining Ymir and getting knighted in the throne room, which well it had lessened her anger and worry had not dissipated it. When the feast had begun, he’d retold both stories in full – with embellishments – for the hundred or so people gathered within. After that, and with my mother’s eyes still glaring at me, I’d stood and said I wished to speak. I’d spoken directly to my mother and aunt, though I’d not mentioned anything about my adventures, but how I was sorry for missing their namedays before launching into song.

With that finished, I was relieved to see the fury in my mother’s eyes was completely gone, replaced by delight which matched the radiant smile she granted me as I looked at her as she sat at the head table. I glanced toward where Allyria was, though my gaze didn’t linger as the gaze she gave me sent all sorts of thoughts running through my head, ones that I knew I shouldn’t be having about my aunt. However, the desire in her eyes were nothing compared to the inferno of need I saw in Arianne’s eyes as my gaze. The way her hands gripped the table, and she bit her lip, I was sure that if we weren’t in the hall with a hundred sets of eyes upon us – including our parents – she’d have leapt at me like a snake striking at its prey. Gods, the fleeting moment when I’d met her gaze had me gripping the side of my trousers to keep me from doing anything.

“Wonderful, truly wonderful,” Doran said as he, along with many others, stood and applauded. “I see that while your voyage has been long, your ability to entertain has not diminished,” he added with a wide smile. “Would you not agree goodsister?” He asked as he turned to my mother, who was sitting two places to his left, on the other side of Oberyn.

With tears in her eyes, my mother nodded. “Yes, My Prince.” Beside her, Aliandra looked up, confused at our mother’s reaction and the clapping going on, though that didn’t stop her from clapping along with everyone else. “If it can be arranged, I would dearly like to take Cregan back to Starfall so he might sing that for the rest of our family.”

“Would you agree with that, Lady Allyria?”

At Doran’s words, my eyes moved toward the other side of the head table, passing by Arianne as quickly as I could for fear of becoming lost in her eyes. At the table closest to the head one on the left side sat Allyria. Her gaze though was less intense than Arianne’s. With her sat many of Arianne’s handmaidens and other young nobles fostering in Sunspear, including Jelissa and Barrian Forester. While most of the males were clapping, it was the way almost every lady, from those just hitting adulthood to those at and beyond my mother’s age, was looking at me that made me pause.

A thought that if I failed to lock my door tonight, I might have several guests enter for further entertainment. While the idea was appealing, I wasn’t sure they would be willing to share, and I had little interest in being fought over like a prime steak. Yet, if the choice had to be made, there was little doubt in my mind that I’d take my aunt before any other at the table. She had all my mother’s beauty and none of the issues of being so closely linked to me as her.

“I would, My Prince,” Allyria responded before licking her lips as she held my sight. “Though I would not mind hearing it again this very night.” I chuckled weakly at the comment even if I knew she didn’t mean hearing it in this hall.

To save myself from doing something I might regret – at least in present company – I offered my aunt a deep bow. “I would gladly sing it again for my most radiant aunt. However, if she might permit, I would first like to have some drink and food. My throat is a touch dry, and I fear if I fail to eat soon, I might miss out on the resplendent feast the prince has arranged for us.”

“I’m sure others would gladly let you feast upon them!” Laughter filled the hall at Oberyn’s words, and most of the ladies in my sight blushed at his implication. Though several men with or near them gave him dark glares.

“If time permits,” Doran began once the laughter died down, “and if he is willing, I am sure Cregan will delight us with another song. For now, we shall let the arranged entertainment take over.” I bowed in thanks to Doran, who lifted his goblet in acknowledgement, and then made my way toward my table.

Since I’d been knighted, I had been offered a seat at the table with my aunt, or even the head table. However, to avoid issues that might arise of implied favouritism, I’d chosen to stay at the table with the Sand Snakes and Alysanne. That was still an important table, being the one closest to the head table on the right, but it kept me out of reach of my aunt, and away from Arianne’s gaze.

As I sat, Ty smiled warmly at me and slid her hand onto mine. I could feel the fire inside her, one that had no doubt increased after my rendition. However, while I gave her a warm smile back, I pulled my hand from hers. I couldn’t deny that I missed having her in my bed, but I wasn’t ready or willing to accept her back into my arms; not least as my trust in her was still shattered. That said, I knew that at some point in the next moon, we were going to have a long talk about events when we left Winterfell. Both her choices and my over-reactions that stemmed from them. Though all that depended on how Doran reacted once he’d had time to speak with and process Oberyn’s report of our voyage.

Her smile slipped for a moment as I pulled free of her grasp, and I turned my attention to the others at our table. As my eyes drifted over, I saw Nymeria and Asha sitting there. While the Ironborn girl was intent on not meeting my gaze, Nymeria held it as she lifted a slice of lamb and then sucked the juice from her fingers. I chuckled at the action even as, to Nymeria’s other side, Alysanne’s face matched Sansa’s hair as she struggled to look at me. That had me wondering just what Nymeria and the others had said while I’d been singing, or what thoughts were drifting through my cousin’s mind. To her side sat Sarella, who while enjoying her food, was more interested in a sheet of parchment. While that was what I’d expected, I was glad she hadn’t brought the book I’d had copied for her in Winterfell – one detailing the history of House Stark from Brandon the Builder through to Torrhen Stark.

The rest of the table was filled with other Sands or Orphans of the Greenblood who had a place of prominence in the Martell household such as Ambre who was a handmaiden to Arianne. Most smiled warmly at me, though as with other tables, a few males gave me a cold look when a female near them smiled my way.

“You know Daemon is burning a hole in your head, right?”

I turned back to Nymeria as she spoke, seeing an amused smile dancing on her lips. She gestured over my shoulder with her goblet, and I turned. After tearing my gaze away from Arianne, who was staring at me even before I turned, I saw that behind her, Daemon looked infuriated with me. Or more likely the attention I was getting from Arianne and the other ladies in the hall.

I picked up my goblet and raised it to Arianne while giving her a wide smile. The one she sent back made me glad I was sitting as I suspected my knees would’ve buckled under the intensity of her desire. Still, the gesture had the desired effect as I saw Daemon’s knuckles turn white as he gripped the hilt of his blade. I still owed him for that day in the yard several years ago, and while being knighted younger and for a better reason than him certainly helped soften my distaste for him, the fact Arianne had eyes only for me was something I’d enjoy holding over him for a long time yet.

“Hey!”

I turned back to my table at Alysanne’s whispered shout. When I looked at her, I felt something land on my lap. Looking down, I saw Ymir had leapt up from under the table – likely hitting Alysanne in the process – and before he could lick my face, I pushed his head down and stroked him. As others laughed, I smiled at Alysanne, though this only made her cheeks redder, and she looked intently at her plate and the spiced duck upon it.

“Do you plan to break every heart you see?” Nymeria asked, giving me a semi-gentle kick to my shin.

I smirked at her even as I pulled some meat from my plate and held it for Ymir to eat. “I will if it includes yours,” I shot back with a smirk as my eyes drifted to the hem of her dress, and the bountiful treasure it barely held in reserve.

She laughed and shook her head even as Asha gave me a confused look. “Careful, little pup,” Nymeria began once she’d stopped laughing. “You are not ready to handle all this,” she ran a finger along the hem of her dress, drawing my eyes to her chest, “just yet.” The fingers gently tugged on the hem, exposing more of the delights hidden within “Walk before you can run.”

I looked back at her face and smirked. “First off, there is nothing little about me anymore. Just ask Ty.” Beside me, I heard Ty cough into her drink. “And as you well know, I have always been a fast learner, but most importantly,” I shifted my gaze to Asha, “what is life without a little danger?”

Asha blinked, entirely caught out by my comment even as Nymeria laughed loudly and slapped the table. “Down boy,” Nymeria remarked even as she smiled and let her eyes wander over my frame, spending time on the open section of my tunic and the developing chest underneath.

“Did you write a song for me?”

Reluctantly I turned from Nymeria and looked past Ty. The question had come from their younger sister Elia. At her side was Obella while opposite on the table sat Ellaria and young Loreza in her arms with Dorea between her and Asha.

“I might have, but I need food and drink first.” I smiled warmly as the girl of nine tried to pass me her plate. She pouted and, along with Obella, gave me puppy dog eyes, wanting me to sing for her. While those eyes had some effect, since I’d grown up around older and more skilled users of that move, it wasn’t enough to do anything but make me laugh. “Later, though perhaps not tonight. However, if you behave then I shall sing for you both tomorrow at the latest. Perhaps even ones designed specifically for you.”

Their eyes widened and after sharing a look and giving me wide smiles, they returned their attention to their plates. Ellaria laughed at their behaviour and before lifting something for Loreza, offered me a smile of thanks. I nodded in reply and then turned my attention to my plate, chunks of roasted snake, prepared in a sauce of dragon peppers and snake venom with flatbread. While the food had cooled since I’d picked it – mainly because I’d stood and sung – it was still warm and spicy. Honestly, I’d not been the biggest fan of such dishes in my former life, but with little choice but to develop a taste for them in Dorne, and after a year away, I realised I’d developed a taste for them, along with other Dornish delicacies.

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I looked around the hall several hours later and noted that not only had about half the guests left for the evening, but those who were left had moved around. Case in point being the extra dozen or so people who’d come to my table as time had passed. Ellaria had long since left along with her daughters, though Elia and Obella had heavily complained about not getting to stay and hear more of my tales.

As my eyes passed over the head table and saw that Oberyn and my mother had left as well, I fought back a yawn. Beron was worse off as his head was currently on the table while Wylla’s face was redder than likely healthy as she tried and failed to rouse my cousin from his slumber. Even as I watched, I saw Doran wave over Jory Cassel and a knight of House Manderly and had to assume they’d be tasked with getting the young pair to their beds.

Just as I turned back to my table, I saw Arianne grant me a smile before leaning toward her father. As she stood, I looked at the two dozen faces around the table. “If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll retire for the evening.”

“You won’t regale us with another tale of the North?” That came from Audrey Dalt who was one of those who’d come over to our table. The younger brother of Lord Dalt was sitting close to Jelissa Fowler, though given the way her blue eyes watched my every move, I doubted he’d have much luck pursuing her this night.

“Tomorrow, perhaps.” I stood, and when Alysanne moved to follow I waved her off. While I knew Alysanne wasn’t going to follow me to my room, I wanted her to stay at the table and mingle. Nymeria was still there and seemed quite happy to take my cousin under her wing, though hopefully not to her bed on her first night in Sunspear. “The trip has been a long one, and I have longed to return to a proper bed and rest.”

I felt a hand on mine and looked down to see it was Ty’s. “Wo-would you like some company?”

I leaned down, ignoring the regret and small flash of anger in her eyes that just about drowned out her yearning. “No, stay and enjoy yourself,” I whispered. “I am far from ready to forgive you for your actions, and the breach of trust you brought forth.” Even with my harshly whispered words, I still kissed her cheek. “Though, know that I do still care for you and hope you might one day regain my trust.”

She shivered as I pulled back, and her hand came up and gripped my hair. “Whatever it takes,” she said loud enough that I saw some turn our way even as I got lost in the desire burning in her eyes. “I… I, lo…”

I brought a finger up and placed it on her lips. “I know,” I said with a smirk before kissing her forehead, which drew coos of delight from a few at the table. “Stay and enjoy yourself,” I repeated loud enough that others could hear. There was an urge to kiss her lips, to claim her publicly as mine, yet I knew that would only give her a false belief that I was ready to forgive her. Thus, I pushed aside the urge I felt for her.

With a smile, I brushed a stray bang of hair from her face and then stood and turned. The look in her eyes as I did made me go weak in the knees, as for the first time I saw something more than just lust and desire, and if I gazed at it for a second longer, I might not be able to resist her much longer.

I gave the table one last look, noting that Sarella had slipped away, and if not for her drawing her fingers over my shoulder when she’d done so, I’d have not known when. Of course, her doing that had drawn a knowing smirk from Nymeria and had my mind wandering to just how many Sand Snakes I might one day bed. Asha was still next to Nymeria, the pair leaning into each other, and their faces reddened from several dozen goblets of wine. My mind wandered for a moment, wondering just what that pair got up to together, and Nymeria, seeing my face, smiled before reaching over and pulling Asha closer.

Around them were various others, such as Audrey Dalt, Jynessa Blackmont, my aunt Allyria, Barrian and Jelissa Fowler and two more ladies-in-waiting of Arianne’s that were new since my return; Keynna Plunder and Helna Troter.

As I gave each a farewell glance, many of the women, and several men, gave me knowing or blushing smiles. While I had little interest in the men, I wondered how many of the ladies would be willing to take things further than flirtatious glances and suggestive tones. The only two ladies whose gazes didn’t hint at any potential for more came from Alysanne and Asha.

After giving Doran a bow and being excused, I slipped away, moving past the guards at the entrances, heading toward my room and the first fresh, clean bed in months.

However, no more than ten metres from the hall, a hand reached from the darkness and started pulling me. On instinct, I moved, twisting and pulling the hand toward me. Even as a feminine squeal slipped from my attacker’s lips, I pulled my dagger from my belt and raised it to their throat as I pushed them against the far wall. Yet, before the blade could find flesh, I stopped as I remembered I was un Sunspear and not dealing with pirates; or a girl who’d broken my trust.

I gasped in shock as the tip of my blade rested mere centimetres from Arianne’s cheek. In shock, I released my hold and stumbled back, lowering the dagger. “P-princess, I… I swear I did not know it was you,” I spat out as I fell to a knee, my eyes seeking the floor. I knew she’d never attack me, but I’d reacted without thinking and almost killed the heir to Sunspear and Dorne; an action that would’ve cost me my head. And all because my mind was preoccupied with Ty and my body was still wired from battle.

One dainty, gentle hand came under my chin and lifted my gaze. Arianne smiled down at me. “It is already forgiven,” she said softly as she leaned down. “It was my fault for shocking you so.” Her grip commanded me to stand, and I did, leaving me towering over her. “I forgot you had seen battle less than a moon ago and would be on edge.”

As I looked down at her, drinking in her gaze as her hand rested against my chest, catching on the tie of my tunic, I felt my heart skip a beat. I’d grown while away, and now her head barely reached my chest and I felt that if I hugged her fully, she’d disappear. She gazed up at me, the light of the torches dancing in her eyes, making them seem alight with flames that tempted me closer, daring me to tame it.

Arianne smiled at me, her eyes drifting to where her hand rested, and then lower still, before returning to my face. “Still, I now have your attention.” Her hand gripped my tunic and pulled me down. Before I knew it, my lips were pressed against hers, the faint hints of wine and spice from the meal mingling with whatever scent she’d applied when last she’d bathed.

Before I could return the kiss, she pushed me back, and her hand moved to my wrist. With a smile that promised everything, she stepped into the dark from whence she’d come, and I let her pull me along. The smile grew as she saw me follow, and we slipped behind a tapestry, entering a hidden passage. My eyes followed her frame even in darkness, watching with delight as her hips shifted with each step she took. As we passed some light, she turned and looked back, a grin that promised much coming to her lips as she caught me admiring her. I smiled as I recognized the next passage as the one that led to the royal chambers. While I’d explored many of these passages with Kaa, most I’d not moved down directly, so it was hard to place where we were until we entered the final leg.

As we neared the light, she paused and slipped her head out. After glancing each way – while my eyes tried and failed to not take in the delightful shape of her arse – she pulled me into the light and then pushed me into her room. As I stumbled forward, I heard the door close and after regaining my balance and turning I saw her close the latch, trapping me within.

When she turned to me, a seductress’s grin on her face and then swayed forward, I fell back into a chair at the table in the centre of the room. I gulped as one hand went to a shoulder and slowly, teasingly, pulled the dress she wore down her arm. Once clear of her hair, I watched transfixed as she undid the clasp. The dress fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing but what the Gods gave her, and as she stepped out of the crumbled mess on the ground, my eyes wandered over every inch they could see.

“I wonder if you know how long I have waited for this,” she said as she swayed toward me, my eyes spoilt for choice. “How long I have dreamt of this moment.” As she reached my chair, she leaned forward, her hands touching the armrests as her hair fell, blocking my sight to most of her, save her face. “I wished to go north with you, to share your first time with Tyene, but I could not.” I almost jumped as her fingers slid over mine, reaching the cuffs of my tunic. “Each night since you left, I have gone to sleep dreaming of what passion we may share once you returned.” She licked her lips as she slipped onto my lap, leaving nothing between me and her but my clothes. “And woken each morn wondering, hoping that today would be the day my wolf would return to me.”

Her lips pressed against mine as her fingers travelled up my arms. My hands moved to grip her arse as I inhaled her scent once more. Her lips spread, granting me entrance to her mouth as her fingers travelled up my tunic while my hands squeezed her delightfully firm backside.

She broke the kiss just as my tongue slid into her mouth and then flicked my tongue with hers. “My wild wolf,” she breathed huskily. “OH!” She exclaimed as I stood, her frame no challenge to stop me from reaching my feet. Her legs slid around my waist as my arms supported her frame.

“My Princess,” I growled back before reclaiming her lips. Her fingers tugged desperately at the tie for my tunic as I walked forward, taking slow steps as I fought to keep any of my attention on anything but her.

“To the left,” she whispered into my ear with a nibble, as she broke the kiss for a moment before her lips once more crashed against mine.

I turned and moved slowly, following her direction even as her fingers loosened the tie and slid over my chest. As the door to her bed chamber neared, I reluctantly lifted one hand from her rear and pushed it fully open. As I stepped inside, it returned, eliciting a faint squeak of delight from her.

Once at her bed, I lowered her down. As our lips parted, she pulled at my tunic, dragging it over my head. As my vision returned, I saw her sliding up her bed toward the pillows. My eyes drank in everything she displayed with nothing hidden from my sight. “Show me,” she dared with a wide, wanting smile, “what a wolf can do.”

I placed a knee on the bed, my hands already on her shins. If she wanted to wake the wolf, to see what I could do, I intended to show her until she begged for mercy. Mercy that, if I wasn’t sated, I may not grant.

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I woke slowly, adjusting to the light that had leaked into the room. Feeling a weight on my chest, I lifted my head and smiled widely. Resting there, draped over one side of my body, was Ari. Her face was covered by dark locks that were matted together while one arm reached over my chest and rested on my shoulder furthest from her. Ari’s head rose and fell in time with my breathing, and after brushing back enough hair, I saw a satisfied smile etched on her face.

A smile spread over my face as I took in her sleeping form as memories of last night came flooding back. Whereas Ty was docile once I’d shown interest, and happily submitted to my demands, Ari was more forceful. Or at least she was until after she came. After that, I held her down and ravaged her, taking control until I was sated. By the time we’d passed out, she’d become little more than a mewling, pliable kitten in my arms.

I gasped as her leg shifted, causing blood to rush to my groin, though my reaction didn’t seem to wake her. I smirked as an idea of how to rouse her came to mind. Slowly, carefully, I shifted, sliding free of her body and rolling her onto her back. A murmur of disapproval slipped from her lips, but I countered that by giving her my pillow to hold. Then, once she was lying free of me, I pulled the sheets lower, exposing all of her to the morning air. I shifted down the bed, moving slowly to not rouse her early.

“Morning.”

I leapt and spun to face the voice, one arm cocking back ready to strike. Yet, as I saw the source of the voice, a groan slipped from my lips. “Damnit Nymeria!” I growled out as I relaxed my fist and then ran the hand down my face. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I asked as I took several slow, deep breaths to lower my heart rate.

Nymeria’s smirk turned into a grin. “No, though given where your blood is pooling, I can understand why that might happen. And from the sounds last night, I feared what you were doing to my dear cousin.” She took a sip from a goblet in one hand even as her eyes trailed down my frame. I groaned as I realised that because I’d moved the sheets to wake Ari, I was lying there without a stitch of clothing. “However, from what I am seeing, I can see why she was so vocal.” She licked her lips as her eyes focused on my groin.

Chuckling, I flicked my hips, making her eyes widen a touch. “See something you like?” I asked a little smugly. As her grin grew, so did more blood flow to my groin.

“Oh yes, I do,” she lowered her goblet and licked her lips before leaning forward. “I admit I was curious if Tyene was being truthful last night about your… abilities. I doubted her claims about your skill with a sword, but seeing you now, I am gladdened to learn she was not overplaying your abilities.”

Even with Ari lying behind me, I couldn't resist flirting. Yet, as my mouth opened to retort, I hissed as something slid over my leg and gripped my groin. “I had not heard her stories,” Ari said slowly as her chin came to rest on my thigh, “however he is certainly skilled with a blade.” I hissed again as her tongue flicked out and caught my skin. “Among other things.”

My arm near her moved, and my hand moved toward her, wanting to cup her cheek. Yet as my fingers neared, she turned and sucked deeply on my fingers. As her eyes met mine, and a wicked smile spread over her active lips, I felt more blood flow to my groin even as her hand started to move.

She pushed my fingers from her mouth with her tongue, and after kissing the tips, turned to her cousin. “Do you want to test him yourself?” She asked huskily.

My eyes widened before snapping to Nymeria even as I choked on Ari’s words. I knew she was close to her cousins and had even likely bedded Nymeria and Ty – and possibly a few of her handmaidens – but I was in shock at her inviting Nymeria to her bed the night after I’d fucked her to sleep.

Nymeria laughed loudly, some wine spilling from her goblet. “Yes, sweet cousin, I do.” I felt my heart race and wondered just how she compared to Ty and Ari. “But not today.” She stood, and my eyes took in her clothing or lack thereof. All she wore was a simple dress that was thin enough that I didn’t have to strain to see anything underneath. “I have a… meeting,” she gave me a wicked look there, “with Asha and Allyria that I’d rather not be late for.” That had my mind wandering places, which might’ve been why she flicked my forehead. “Down boy. Not that sort of meeting.” She and Ari laughed even as she tapped her chin. “Well, not unless things go well, I suppose.” She laughed again even as Ari’s hand continued its ministrations. She turned and smiled at Ari. “For today, I leave the not-so-little wolf in your capable hands.” I snorted at the slight compliment even as Ari’s hand sped up. “Careful now. I doubt you want to wear him out before breakfast.”

Ari lifted her head and smiled. “He wore me out.” I saw Nymeria’s brow rise a fraction at that. “And do not take too long to test him. He is a remarkably skilled and compassionate swordsman.” Her warm breath on my groin made me moan. “See?” She said with a giggle as I reacted as expected.

Nymeria laughed and when I looked at her again, she’d moved closer to the bed. “Yes, he certainly has potential.” Her fingers grazed over Ari’s, making me shiver in delight. “Still, for now, he is yours, though I feel my sister will wish to join you tonight.”

With that, Nymeria turned and left the room. My eyes followed her, glued to the way she swayed and the thin robe she wore held her ample curves. As the door to the bedchamber closed, Ari shifted, and I returned my attention to her. For a moment I worried she’d be angry at me for watching her cousin while she pleasured me, but the smile she gave was one full of care and desire. “Later you can sample that with me,” she breathed as she pushed herself up my body. “For now, you are mine.”

Her lips pressed against mine as she draped herself over my chest. One hand played with my chest while the other continued its actions lower down. My hands slid to her waist, to her spine and then lower, toward her burning, fiery core.

I pulled my head back, breaking the kiss and smirked. “No, you are mine,” I growled out before diving to her neck. She moaned delightfully as I bit down gently, then gasped as I rolled her over, resuming my position as the dominant partner. It seemed I still had work to do in making her understand she was nothing but putty for me to mould as I desired.

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I moved slowly as I stepped into Doran’s solar. It was two days since our return to Sunspear, and bar some time spent showing Beron, Wylla and Alysanne around, and emerging for meals, this was the first thing I’d done that hadn’t taken place in Ari’s chambers.

I’d been summoned not long after breakfast and as I saw Doran sitting on the other side of a large table with a polished marble surface, with Oberyn at his side, a goblet in hand, I gulped. The pair watched silently as I took a seat on the guest side of the table, and I waited patiently for one of them to begin.

I doubted I was in trouble for bedding Ari, as it had been her who took the initiative, but if I was, I had an idea of what to expect. As I was but a bastard, I wouldn’t be marrying Arianne. Hells, if not for the fact I suspected Doran planned to have her marry Viserys – a match that would never work, even ignoring his hopefully unchanged fate – I’d have been surprised that she wasn’t already wed. She was eighteen, and it must be causing questions that she’d not been wed to a suitable trueborn male. Still, while I might be a bastard, I was one from two noble houses, both of which dated back to the Age of Heroes, and with Oberyn knowing of my magic, had better standing than someone like Daemon.

“Do you know why you were summoned?” I shook my head and Doran frowned. “Not even a hint?”

“I have some My Prince, but I would prefer to not suggest one and be proven wrong.” Or get myself into trouble I could avoid.

Doran nodded, though his expression stayed impassive, and he glanced at Oberyn. “I see he has gained some humility and patience on your latest adventure.”

Oberyn chuckled before taking a sip of his goblet. “No, I suspect it may be more because he hopes to avoid any discussion of him being taken to bed by Arianne these last two nights.” My eyes widened as he took another sip. I suspected that was going to come up, but I hadn’t realised it was semi-common knowledge that we were together. “My niece is not as clever as she thinks,” Oberyn explained after his sip. “The passages she uses to sneak you to her chambers are watched by family servants. Plus, the sounds coming from her room, and her rather vocal exclamations of your name left your mother in little doubt about what was going on.” My eyes threatened to explode as he mentioned my mother had overheard us. Since she stayed in that corridor with Oberyn – as did Doran – I knew they’d have to pass by her room at times, but I hadn’t realised Ari had been that vocal. “Though I feel you have more to fear from Arianne’s sworn shield than Ashara. Daemon has not quite come to terms that the princess chose you as her toy over him.”

I smirked at hearing that, only to wipe it from my face. I was sitting in a room with Ari’s father and uncle, so taking pleasure in besting Daemon over Ari wasn’t a smart move. Still, provided I survived this meeting, I would enjoy holding that over Daemon, maybe even mentioning it to provoke an attack. While he was still a better fighter than I, Red Rain offered an advantage that he wouldn’t be able to counter easily.

The idea of mentioning to Oberyn that I’d bedded his niece and one daughter – with another likely as Nymeria was being quite clear that she wanted a taste – did pass through my thoughts. However, I knew this wasn’t the place to joke about that, or if there was truly a safe place to do so. His promise of what would happen if I broke Ty’s heart still echoed around my head and I knew it covered Nymeria and Ari also.

“To put your mind at ease, I have no complaints about Arianne taking you as a paramour. However, you do understand that one day, perhaps soon, she will be wed to someone worthy of her station?” I nodded. “Good, then I have no problem with the relationship continuing. However, it would be better if, once she is wed, you maintain some distance until an heir to Sunspear is secured.”

“Yes, My Prince.” I lowered my head as I spoke. Doran giving his blessing for what we had now was more than I’d expected, so I wasn’t going to ruin it. However, I gripped the armrests of the chair tighter, reining in my anger at the idea of another man touching Arianne. Never mind bedding her. She was mine, and I’d do what it took to ensure she remained mine alone. Viserys was several years from Westeros, provided he lived at all, so I had time to improve my lot. Still, this was one of those rare occasions where my choice to not be born trueborn was a hindrance instead of a help. Yet, in the grand scheme, the ability to move around without being bound tightly to a house or location because of responsibilities still felt more useful than a trueborn status.

“I did not summon you due to my daughter's interest, otherwise we would have spoken before your return to Winterfell.” I looked up and saw a faint smile on Doran’s face, making clear he’d known of the attraction between Ari and me for a while. “No, I summoned you because of that voyage, and the events that transpired upon it.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the polished table. “Beginning with how you deduced my intent to have a son of Lord Eddard Stark to foster in Sunspear.”

A smile came to my face at hearing that and saw Oberyn was smirking. “As I told my father in Winterfell, My Prince, it was not due to somehow learning how your thoughts unfold. I simply worked through reasons why my father was prepared for a voyage to the North before we left for the tourney at Gulltown. That we were expected in White Harbour added fuel to the idea that this part of our voyage was planned, thus I began to consider why he would head to Winterfell. Or more accurately, why would you send him.”

“And why did I send both of you?” Doran’s tone made it impossible for me to know what he was thinking, and nothing in his expression helped. The man was highly skilled at keeping his feelings in check.

“To improve the standing of Dorne, at least within the Seven Kingdoms.” Doran stayed quiet, which I took to mean he wanted me to explain. “Since the Rebellion, Dorne has been distant from the rest of the Kingdoms. More so than it has been historically. With the current king not being one that Dorne backed, it appears as if we have stayed away from the rest of Westeros. Except, possibly, because of me and my link to Lord Eddard Stark. Ironically, my uncle is close to the King, perhaps more so than his brother since they both fostered with Lord Jon Arryn. By allowing me to stay in Winterfell for a year, and then granting your blessing for Obara to marry Benjen Stark, you have aligned Dorne with the North without, perhaps, appearing to move closer to the throne and the houses that control it. By gaining Beron to foster, those links grow stronger, something the Lord Hand, Jon Arryn, no doubt approves of.” I knew there was more going on than just that, but revealing anything further would plus the bounds of credulity, and if Doran grew concerned, might mean a stay in the cells until I revealed how I knew what were meant to be private thoughts.

I sat quietly, waiting for Doran’s response. First, though, he seemed content to search my face, as if wondering how I’d come to my conclusions, and possibly considering if there was more that I knew or suspected.

“That is true,” he said slowly after what felt like ages but was no doubt only a few minutes. “Though I never expected to also be fostering Lord Stark’s bastard daughter, nor a daughter of Lord Manderly.” A small smile came to his face. “An unexpected boon I understand you are in some way responsible for.”

“My Prince?” I felt he was hinting at Alysanne’s doubts, but I wasn’t going to bring it up unless he or Oberyn did first.

“I’ve spoken to my brother about your cousin’s reasons for running, Cregan,” Oberyn offered. “And we are curious as to your opinion on the matter.”

“I…” I licked my lips as they suddenly felt dry. “Alysanne is… uncertain about her place in the world. She was not, as far as I could see, mistreated in Winterfell. Well, outside of perhaps Lady Stark disliking the stain on her honour. However, she knows little about her mother, thanks to Lord Stark not speaking about her. It’s hardly a surprise that, after years of such a situation, Alysanne grew… restless with her lack of information.” I stopped there, as I didn’t want to bring up the egg. While I knew Oberyn knew about it and had likely mentioned it to Doran, it was something only the three of us, Alysanne and Ty knew of. At least as far as I was aware.

“Do you believe the rumour that she may not be his daughter?” I held Doran’s gaze as he leaned further forward. There was a hint of something in his eye that concerned me.

“No, My Prince,” I replied slowly. “I believe she is Lord Stark’s daughter, though I can understand why, with the lack of information he has given, she lashed out and ran away.” I hoped he believed me as the last thing I wanted was for Alysanne to become a pawn in the Game before she knew the truth about her parentage.

“And what of the idea she told Tyene, you and Oberyn? That she may be the daughter of Lyanna Stark?”

“A baseless idea, My Prince. Though I can see how she came to that conclusion. Regardless, her actions, and those of Tyene, risked hostilities between us and House Stark.” I moved the topic on as quickly as I could, not wanting to dwell on what I knew to be the truth. The longer we danced around Alysanne’s parentage, the more likely Doran and Oberyn would learn I knew more than I was letting on.

“Your loyalty to this house does you great credit?” Doran said after a short silence.

"Thank you, my Prince. While I consider myself as much Dornish as Northern, your brother is more of a father figure to me than Brandon Stark," Oberyn's face shifted, his expression shifting as he offered a smile devoid of his typical sarcasm. "I do not deny my affinity for the North, but my heart and loyalty belong to Dorne."

Doran turned and looked at Oberyn, yet nothing was said. It was clear to me that the pair could communicate without words, borne from being siblings.

Eventually, Oberyn turned to face me. “And what of your relationship with Tyene?” Oberyn asked as he leaned forward slightly. “Are you intending to take her back into your bed?"

“I…” Once more, I paused and collected my thoughts. “I care deeply for Ty, father, as you well know. However, her actions not only betrayed my trust in her, and heavily damaged what we share, but almost brought war upon Dorne. There may come a time when I feel I can once more trust her, but that day is, I suspect, far away from today.”

Oberyn nodded. “Yes, Tyene’s actions risked much, and while I am angered still by them, from talking to her and Alysanne, I can see why she arrived at her plan. Not that I in any way agree with it. No, for that she must certainly be punished.” At that, Oberyn and I turned to Doran.

“Yes, she must,” Doran spoke slowly, his eyes lingering on me. “While I know my niece has… shifted her beliefs to those of the Old Gods, I feel that the most suitable punishment for her involves a group connected to the Faith of the Seven. Within three days, Tyene will depart to the Silent Sisters in the Reach. For now, it will be an assignment of a year, however, if I feel she has not shown sufficient remorse for her actions, I may well extend her time with the Sisters.”

“Yes, My Prince,” I replied with a bow. While part of me was angered to discover she was being sent away, the more rational part understood and accepted Doran’s decision, especially as I knew telling me was mere courtesy. There was, however, one small issue I felt needed to be addressed. “Will not her belief in the Old Gods cause her complications with the Sisters?”

“It may, however, be not a concern of yours. Neither I, nor your father, have any issue with you following the Old Gods, nor with Tyene or others converting to do so. I would though, warn you that others might not be as understanding of the matter.” I nodded at that, remembering the disgusted look the local Septon often sent my way when he felt I wasn’t looking. Frankly, the old, portly man would not join his gods in heaven, as he was far from devout. Several times I’d seen him heading toward a brothel in the Shadow City. “Other kingdoms are much… firmer in their apparent beliefs, as are certain figures like you goodaunt, Lady Joenne. Many would consider you a blasphemer for following the Old Gods, but their worship is allowed within Westeros no matter how some might wish otherwise.”

“Yes, My Prince.” I knew of this and did wonder how the Faith might view me as more time passed. No doubt some would consider me a threat and might even attempt to remove me for being a follower of the Old Gods, but I’d make no effort to hide my beliefs. Even if I didn’t entirely trust the Old Gods, I felt them a better choice over the Seven who are One, or Gods forgive, someone like R’hllor. If any other faith sent a champion to challenge me because of my beliefs, I’d happily meet them on the field of battle.

“Perhaps this might be a good place to discuss the other matter I mentioned brother?” Oberyn cut in, making me frown. “I suspect that some of what Cregan needs to reveal may be linked to his worship of the Old Gods.” My brow rose as I realised what he was implying, and then the shit-eating grin he gave me confirmed it.

I sighed as I returned my attention to Doran. I knew Oberyn would mention this to Doran, but I thought perhaps he’d give his brother some warning. Yet from the way Oberyn was behaving, it seemed he wished to shock Doran. Still, the sooner this talk was out of the way, and the sooner I could explain that Ari also had magic, the quicker we could move and the more secure I’d feel about training in Sunspear. I considered asking if Ari might join us, but the way Doran’s gaze bore into me, it seemed he was unwilling to wait for her to be found.

“I would not say what I have to reveal is linked to the Old Gods, Father,” I said slowly as I caught sight of a candle on the table. it wasn’t lit, but with Fire Magic at level 93, that wasn’t an issue. I returned my attention to Doran even as I placed a hand on the table near the candle. “On our return from the North, before we were attacked, I spoke with my father and revealed something that I had already told some of his daughters and Arianne.” The candle flickered to life, drawing Doran’s attention. He frowned at the odd occurrence as I continued. “When I was young, no older than five, I realised that I could, for lack of a better word, sense things that others couldn’t. In private at first, I experimented with this sense until I learnt I could do what many might consider heretical.” The flame of the candle reached upward as if fuelled by oil, and Doran shifted back, likely worried that the flame might engulf the parchment and books on his desk.

Even as Doran seemed to tense, the flame shifted, forming into the fire-snake I’d used with Oberyn. It wriggled through the air, moving closer to the transfixed Prince of Dorne even as the grin on my father’s face widened to maniacal proportions. Once the fire-snake was close enough, Doran reached out tentatively. Then once he was sure it wouldn’t attack, swiped his hand through the snake, dissipating it similarly to how Oberyn had a little over a moon ago.

That was the point Oberyn burst out laughing, which drew Doran’s ire. “Forgive me, brother,” Oberyn wheezed out, “but that is the first time I have witnessed others react to Cregan’s gift.” Doran glared at Oberyn for a moment later before turning back to me, the concern I’d sensed earlier now gone.

“Thanks to Arianne, I already knew of this gift,” he began, making my eyes widen, “however, knowing of it, and seeing it in action are two very different things.”

“Arianne spoke to you of this?” I asked, wondering why she’d not mentioned that to me over the last two days.

“Yes, and once we knew you were returning, I made her promise to not tell you I knew.”

“Ah.”

Doran smirked at my reaction. “Do not hold it against her, but she brought her ability with our ancestral magic to me not long after you sailed for Gulltown. While I cannot move water with her ease, I have recently managed to control it in a very rudimentary way.”

My brow rose, wondering just how powerful Arianne had become. While I’d almost gotten Fire Magic to what I expected to be a block of some form, I’d spent most of my time away focusing on Skinchanging, first with Rian and recently with Ymir. The overall skill was at level 84 with Ymir’s bond having already reached level 2. It was rising faster than either Rian’s or Kaa’s had, though I wasn’t sure if that was due to the overall skill being much higher, or some benefit I was gaining due to my Blood of the First Men trait. Still, it would be interesting to test my flames against Arianne’s waves, though for that we’d need a quiet and restricted place to truly let loose.

“Am I to take it that I am the only adult member of our family to not have unlocked our magic?” Oberyn asked with an overly dramatic pout.

I chuckled at his face, as did Doran before I replied. “I cannot say if Obara has ever been told of this gift, but I am aware that both Nymeria and Sarella are more advanced than I with magic.” The pair turned to me, and I knew they were wondering about Ty.

“I do not know where Tyene stands with magic. We… have not talked much over the last few moons.”

“Understandable,” Doran said with a slight nod. “Now unless there remains anything else you wish to reveal…”

“Actually brother,” Oberyn began, the shit-eating grin returning to his face, “there is one more trick Cregan has to reveal.” Doran leaned forward, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Whatever happens, My Prince, I ask that you don’t worry,” I said slowly before looking at Oberyn. He nodded and then stood, making his way toward a window in the solar; one large enough for a man to climb through. Though such an attempt would be foolish as the walls outside were smooth and we were easily a good thirty metres above the courtyard below.

As my father opened the window, I closed my eyes and felt my mind slide away. When I opened my eyes again, I was soaring far above Sunspear, gliding through the low clouds and watching the movement of bodies far below. To the north, I saw movement in the sands and turning my head that way, I spotted rodents scurrying around, having emerged as the midday sun passed and the heat slowly fell. To the east, ships moved in the water, coming to and going from the docks in the Shadow City while further out shoals of dolphins moved through the water playfully. Yet, while I’d enjoy nothing more than watching all that was happening below as the wind rushed over my feathers, that wasn’t why I was up here.

I angled my wings, and banked, swooping lower, toward the Tower of the Sun. I circled it twice, making sure of my target, and spotting Oberyn watching, a wide smile on his face. On the third circle, I pulled my wings in close and dove, and moments before reaching the window spread my wings, slowing myself in an instant.

My wings beat, keeping me aloft as I entered the solar, and as Doran’s wide eyes watched, I landed on the table and fixed my eyes upon him. With the boost of Rian’s sight, I could see the signs of his gout had lessened since last I’d viewed him like this. Either his latest medicine was helping, or unlocking water magic was being applied in a way I hadn’t considered fully.

Oberyn moved from the window, the smile on his face threatening to split it in two, and as Doran leaned closer, I tilted my head to one side. My eyes closed and when they opened again, I was sitting back in the chair. I blinked, adapting to the weaker vision of my human eyes, as Doran sat there quietly, I opened a notice that had appeared to discover my bond with Rian had risen to level 8.

I waited patiently for Doran. While there was shock evident in his eyes at what he’d just witnessed, almost none appeared on his face. “That… was unexpected.” He eventually said, which made me chuckle.

“Yes, My Prince. If it remained unclear, the gift of skinchanging seems to have been passed along through my Stark blood.”

Doran nodded once, his eyes flicking between Rian – who looked uneasy on the polished desk surface – and me. I reached into my tunic and pulled out a small pouch. That drew Rian’s attention, and as Doran watched, I pulled out a piece of dried meat and tossed it to my companion. “Go on then,” I said after Rian had caught the meat.

Doran watched as Rian skittered over the desk before hopping to the window edge. I was relieved to see there were no scratch marks on the desk surface, though as Doran’s eyes narrowed as he gazed at me, I wondered if he would’ve cared. “You can do the same for Kaa and Ymir?” I nodded as Rian spread his wings and left us. “This... has great potential.”

“Aye,” remarked Oberyn drawing his brother’s attention. “We have already made use of it,” Oberyn smiled at me before he continued. “After the storm, Cregan went up in Rian. It was because of him that we knew that not only had we lost an escort but that the ship approaching us from the coast was a pirate vessel. After dispatching them, Cregan again used Rian to scout the cove. While only he and I could use what he saw, having a clear understanding of the enemy forces without having to risk sending in scouts was invaluable.”

Doran turned back to me, leaned back in his chair and steepled his hands with his fingertips touching. “Yes, I can see how it would. And not just for combat.” He fell silent, his chin resting against his fingertips as my mind turned to the freed slaves.

Most had chosen to settle in the Shadow City, or book passage toward wherever it was they had come from before. Four, however, including the sisters Eirnela and Vorela, had asked to serve either myself or House Martell. Arianne had already approved this, with a few amused comments about me now having girls to wait on me hand and foot. I’d brushed the jokes aside, not wanting the girls to think I might take advantage of them, yet after the pair had been cleaned, I couldn’t deny they weren’t attractive. Due to their pale, almost silver hair, it was clear the pair had some Valyrian blood, though their eyes were dark blue, reminding me of the sea.

“I will need some time to consider this, and how we might use it to our advantage. Until then, you are not to discuss your gifts with others. At least not those not already in the know.”

“Yes, My Prince. Though that will include Alysanne; at least regarding my magic.” His brow rose and I explained. “During one morning in the Winterfell crypts, when she was unsure of her heritage, I revealed my magic. It was, I know, a mistake, but it is made. And I trust Alysanne as she has yet to speak to any bar Ty about this.”

Doran looked at Oberyn, and my father gave a nod before Doran returned his focus to me. “For now, I will accept this, and permit the girl to join my daughter and elder nieces in training beside you.” I blinked, caught off guard that I now had his approval to begin semi-proper magical training. I’d have to work with Ari and my stepsisters to determine where and when we’d carry out the training, but at least now there was less need to keep things hidden from Doran and Oberyn. “I also wonder if the Snow girl and our young Stark might be skinchangers as well.”

“I explained the theory to Robb Stark before we left Winterfell, My Prince. Not only to help him develop a better bond with Quicksilver but with myself.”

Doran nodded. “Wise. Young Robb is in-line to be heir to Winterfell and the North, so making a friend of him is a worthwhile endeavour. One that should be nurtured with regular letters sent with our trade ships to White Harbour. And with Lord Eddard’s spare in Sunspear, we have a chance to further strengthen the bonds between our houses. Though I suspect only in friendship.” I smiled, understanding that he knew Lord Wyman’s intent of sending Wylla south and wasn’t going to move to challenge that. Mainly because, outside of Sarella, Ella and Obella Sand, there were no females of Martell blood to use.

“You were right about your son,” Doran commented, which earned a pleased chuckle from Oberyn.

“But of course, dear brother. And he has more ideas that might interest you. Perhaps even one that might, if enacted carefully, ensure which rumours leave our city and which do not.”

Doran’s brow rose even as I glared at my father, though it did little to bar making him chuckle once again. “My father is, perhaps, generous in his praise.”

“Oh, flattery will get you nowhere with me, Cregan. My daughters, niece, and others, yes, but not with me.” Oberyn leaned forward, a wicked grin on his face. “Unless that is, you wish to join me, your mother and Lady Ellaria one night?”

I blinked and instantly regretted the images that rushed through my head. My mother was beautiful, as was Ellaria, and I’d endured some gentle teasing from Oberyn’s paramour since returning to Sunspear. Though until this moment, I’d not considered what she might be like in bed. “Uh… I prefer not to, Father. While the ladies are undoubtedly beautiful, I’d rather not risk the scandal of bedding my mother.”

Oberyn chuckled and leaned back. “As you wish.”

“What exactly is this idea that my brother speaks of?” Doran asked, entirely unruffled by his brother’s teasing.

I’d seen the Sunset Rose as we’d moved from the docks to the palace two days ago and planned to speak to the landlady/madam either today or tomorrow about investing in her establishment and to ensure that if anyone came from the North looking for my alias, she directed them to me. Now, if I could get Doran to agree to my proposal – and I felt Oberyn approved so that was a start – then the meeting would be less about investing than assuming silent ownership. Though I had no plans to ever mention this to my mother, not unless I wanted to be chased from here to YiTi.

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I took a single step back and watched as Beron’s thrust claimed nothing but air. “Good, but watch your footwork,” I commented as he growled in annoyance at once more failing to hit me. He pushed forward again, leaning forward to reach me. I swatted away his blade with mine and then stepped forward. My blade flicked back before he could react, and I slapped the edge of it against the inside of his exposed knee.

Since he’d overextended to reach me, while the blow wasn’t hard, it was enough to make him stumble to one side, and then fall as he couldn’t get his shield around in time to keep himself upright. “Never extend so far unless you are sure of a kill and even then you leave yourself open to another foe. Otherwise, your opponent will have an easy time ending any fight.”

I sheathed my blade and then reached down, gripping his sword arm. He might only be a few years younger than me, but the difference in skill was only enhanced by my size and mass, which was why I was able to easily lift him back to his feet without straining. Even the protective gear he wore for this training session didn’t cause me any issues. While I was stronger than him, I wasn’t that much stronger than an average man.

I’d turned fourteen a few days ago – something Ari had been most eager to celebrate with me, even if her initial plan of having Ty join us was ruined by my stepsister being sent to the Silent Sisters - which lifted my Strength and Agility limits to 22 and 26 respectfully. Even if I understood the reasons for the age-defined limits on my stats, it was annoying having them restricted. I’d be happy in three years when the restrictions were removed, and I could push for the true limits of 32 and 38, respectively. Limits that, if the Interface was genuine, were far beyond most men.

Once Beron was upright, I stepped back and gave him room. His face was flushed, a sign he was still struggling with the Dornish heat. While Wylla, Alysanne, and Ymir were also struggling it wasn’t a bad thing, the fact his face matched his mother’s hair did make me smile. His chest was moving rapidly, and I tilted my head.

“Do you need to rest?” His eyes narrowed at my question, displaying some of his temper. While he might be Ned’s son, Beron was much like me in taking after Brandon when it came to our wolfsblood. Thankfully, as I’d found against the pirates, I was starting to get a handle on the boost my temper had gained from Blood of the Dragon’s Flames. While I’d wanted to hunt down and run through everyone in the cove for what they’d done, I’d not, which was a small step toward if not controlling, then focusing my rage.

Still, Beron looked like he might collapse if we went again but was unwilling to stop. “Suit yourself.” I turned and walked away, making a beeline for a pair of benches that rested at one side of the yard under the shade of some trees. There Ari was deep in conversation with her handmaidens Jelissa Fowler and Ambre though the two I wasn’t bedding giggled to themselves.

I gave the trio an amused glance as I picked up a jug and poured myself a mug of water and made one for Beron since I knew he’d have no choice but to follow. As I drank the cool water down, I let my gaze wander over Ari’s frame. Something the princess enjoyed and encouraged by placing Ambre’s hand over her groin. The Orphan of the Greenblood girl smiled as my eyes met hers, and I wondered how long it would be before Ari brought her to my bed. Or Ari’s since I’d spent more time there than my own.

“Do I want to know?” I asked Ari and their friends as I heard Beron shuffle closer.

“I think you will like what I have planned,” Ari replied, a wide smile promising pleasure on her face. Ambre blushed when I looked her way, her skin tone matching nicely with Ari’s. “It seems part of you already does,” Ari commented as her eyes drifted to my legs, which were only covered by leather chausses.

Since the training was taking place with dulled blades, I was only wearing light leather padding for the most part. That was in part because if by some miracle Beron did land a hit, it wouldn’t hurt too much; just enough to remind me that anyone could kill me, even a young boy. Still, I made sure Beron wore something slightly heavier. Both because he was going to get hit more, and to help him grow accustomed to wearing heavier armour in the Dornish sun.

My cousin reached my side and gratefully took the cup that I held for him, though he did his best to not look at the ladies. “Try not t…” Beron’s coughing cut off my warning. “To choke,” I finished as I shook my head and patted his back.

The foursome of girls all laughed at his expense, though my attention was called away by a cry of delight. I turned my head to see Alysanne with her hands held high – a bow in one – smiling madly into Wylla’s face. The pair and Sarella were gathered near the archery range and from the looks of the target, Alysanne had come closer to the centre of the target than Wylla.

I smirked as behind Alysanne, I saw Sarella step to the line. I watched as she carefully drew back the string on her bow. Even before the arrow was loose, I knew it would be closer to the centre than Alysanne’s. The only person around our age that I’d seen with better skill with a bow was Theon, but he has several years on her. To say nothing of height and mass.

Still, Alysanne’s shouts of joy ended when Wylla pointed at the target, and I chuckled as my cousin’s shoulders slumped when she saw Sarella’s arrow resting comfortably inside the bullseye. Sarella turned to face the northern girls but paused when she saw me. I raised my cup to her, and I swore I saw the faintest wisp of a smile grace her face before she turned to nock another arrow.

“Are you trying for another of my cousins?” I turned to see Ari watching me intently, her head resting on her chin as her arm rested on her leg. That left the thin dress she was wearing to fall slightly, granting me the sight of twin orbs of delight that I enjoyed greatly each night she shared my sheets. “What will that be? Three?”

I chuckled and stepped closer. “I have been bedded by one of my stepsisters, Princess.” She shivered slightly as I growled out her title the same way I growled her name each night. “And if I recall, it was you who offered space in your bed to Nymeria, not I.” Excited whispers shot among her handmaidens, with some looking intrigued by the idea I was working my way through the Sand Snakes. “While she has yet to accept your offer, I’m content with what I currently have. Even if Ty is not here to join us.” I heard Beron cough into his cup and chuckled. It wasn’t his fault that neither Ned nor Catelyn were as openly flirtatious as the Dornish or even the Umbers. Though if I’d had to endure Catelyn flirting in Winterfell, I’d have likely ripped off my ears in protest.

“I believe Nymeria is waiting for you to make clear your intent,” Ari offered with a smirk that promised much. “Or are you waiting to see if she will break and, after enduring the nightly sounds from our quarters, come begging for your touch?”

I chuckled at the image, even if I knew Nymeria would never beg. It simply wasn’t in her nature. “While I may lov…” I was cut off by a bark. I turned and saw Ymir, his fur shorter after another trip to the kennels for a trim and wet from soaking in a bath, rushing toward me. “No Ymir!” I called out, knowing full well what he intended. “Ba.. oof!” I stumbled back as the young direwolf – though he was already as large as some of the household hunting dogs – leapt at me. I was forced to drop my mug to catch him, and then, with my armour getting wet, was forced to push him back. As much as I enjoyed his company, I’d rather not have to clean slobber off my face. Again.

“And here I thought you enjoyed getting wet. Or is it too early for that?”

After finally pushing Ymir down to the ground, and silently thanking Beron as he moved to pet the direwolf, I glared at Nymeria as she and Asha emerged from the direction Ymir had come running. The pair were grinning at what’d happened, though Asha’s smile slipped as she looked down at Ymir and Beron. Both had on simple dresses that did little to hide their frames, something made even harder to do by the water dripping from their hair and down their bodies. Asha seemed to stumble as my eyes wandered over her frame, possibly unsure how to react to me of all people savouring her beauty. Nymeria though stopped and placed a hand on her hip, granting me an even more appealing sight. “I take it I have you two to thank for Ymir’s latest bath. I do hope he did not get you dirty in any hard-to-reach places?”

Nymeria chuckled and pulled Asha close by placing an arm around her shoulders. “No, we made sure to clean everywhere once your mutt was done, since we were finished, and the mutt wanted his master, we figured we could laze here and dry in the sun while watching our wolves fight.”

“Then allow this Bloody Wolf to entertain such radiant beauties,” I replied with an extravagant bow. That had all the girls, including the two handmaidens, laughing, though when I looked at her, Asha seemed unsure for a moment. Almost as if she was struggling to figure out my scheme. “Come on Beron.”

I turned and walked back into the centre of the yard, a less-than-happy Beron at my heels. “Oh, come now. We would not want young Wylla to see you so uninterested in training, would we?” I asked once we’d reached the centre of the yard and were out of earshot of the others.

I waved toward the girls at the archery even as Beron’s head snapped that way. When Wylla saw him looking, she waved back more enthusiastically, which earned her a gentle shoulder nudge from Alysanne. As Beron waved back meekly, I gave him a gentle shove and moved back.

Even as I unsheathed my training blade, I wondered how long it would be before Lord Wyman’s plan for the pair started working. And how much more teasing it would take before Beron worked up the courage to ask Wylla for a private conversation. If he took too long, I suspected a few of the young Dornish boys in Sunspear would start to show interest, though that might work to force him out of his shell.

While I wasn’t trying to play matchmaker, they made a good pair with Wylla’s more outspoken personality meshing well with Beron; even if he seemed unable to speak to her at times. Plus, if I could get them together, then it would remove the chance of Catelyn trying to tie him to some stupid Riverlands bint.

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