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;    To Qoren, Prince of Dorne and Lord of Sunspear,
we hope this letter will find you in good health. This message has been sent forth to give you fair warning. In light of the coming chaos that may engulf Westeros, King Aegon of House Targaryen, second of his name, King of the Andals and the First men, Lord of the Six Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm seeks to treat with you. He will arrive in Sunspear on Dragon back less than a fortnight following this letter. Please, make all necassary preparation.

Grand Maester Orwyle

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Qoren poured over the words in the letter once more, knowing he would find nothing more in them, but trying all the same. After the council meeting, the missive had come just as he had predicted. King Aegon was riding to Dorne, the first Targaryen to set foot in their country in generations. And the first dragon. 

Qoren would not be caught unprepared. Several dozen ships were at anchor in the port near Sunspear and from the sky, one could see the multitude of tents and pavillions that had sprung up on the outskirts of the walled palace and city as the levies gathered. All manner of devices from across Dorne flapped in the air. 

The Prince of Dorne stood on the battlements of the Tower of the Sun, watching as archers lined up on the walls next to scorpions and trebuchets. Aegon may have claimed to be coming in peace, but he could do with a reminder of what Qoren's ancestors had done to his. Just in case he had any overly aggresive notions. 

Though more than soldiers were in evidence. His wife stood by his side, and in the great hall waited dozens of highborn dignitaries, his councillors and courtiers as well as the bannermen who had been swift enough to arrive in time. Servants stood by, ready to attend to every need while guardsmen stood at attention. Qoren may have made some defense preparations, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be welcoming. But he wouldn't have the children nearby. 

The Black Viper waited on the walls of Sunspear for the golden dragon to appear. 

The Viper would not be dissapointed. On the Horizon, glittering in the sun, it came. Sunfyre could be seen from far distant, glittering golden scales showing proudly in the sun as its membranous wings beat the air, carrying dragon and rider towards Sunspear at great speeds. It was like watching gold coin fly, graceful and powerful the Dragon wasted little time.

The Dragon was high above the castle, and getting higher until it became utterly obscured by the golden sun. For a moment, nervous  mutterings issued from the soldiers around him. "Where is the beast?! I lost  it in the sun! Find it quickly befo-, a great roar and buffet of wind hit the battlements, some soldiers crouching or grabbing onto the side of the battlement as Sunfyre perched just before Qoren, blood red eyes fixed on him, mere feet from his face.

Up close the beasts scales were no less brilliant, glinting and glittering beautifully. The Dragon breathed in and out slowly as it sat upon Sunspear's wall, before letting out a huff and pulling back its head.

"I do not appreciate the show of force Prince Qoren. Hardly seems necassary to display for me your collected might... of course I understand though. The last dragons in Dorne were here to burn it. I assure you, I am not here for such violent purpose."

The words issued from a man no less gaudy than the dragon he rode. Aegon's armor was a deep black with bright gold trimmings. Although the etchings were gone, showing that this was armor made for battle, his helm was a sight to see. 

Aegon's crown sat wrapped around the top of the helm which had itself a carved crown topping it. The face plate was a face, the mask was shaped to none other than Aegon the conqueror. The first Lord of Westeros seemed to stare down at Prince Qoren with gilded eyes and lips, before Aegon the Elder unlatched the visor and lifted it up.

"Where may Sunfyre rest whilst we speak Prince Qoren? "

As the dragon came down on the battlements, his men recoiled in surprise but the Prince of Dorne stood his ground. Larra was drawn behind Trystane as his brother leveled his spear at the dragon, and scores of men behind and to the side of the Captain of the Guard did the same. All along the walls men strung back bows or wheeled scorpions around to point at the massive beast perched on the wall. All of the Dornishmen were fearful, either hiding it behind steely glances or not bothering at all and letting sweat drip down their brows. 

Not Qoren. The Black Viper stood adorned before the King in light black leather armor, patterned to resemble a snake's scales and scaled steel had been sewn into the leather. A black turbaned helmet rested upon his head and the Dornish crown sat atop it, a golden disk with a red ruby wrought in the shape of a Sun rested at the front. A black silk scarf wrapped around the helmet underneath the crown. A long black spear was held in one fingerless-gloved hand, the tip glinting with the reflection of sunlight, the metal rippling in dark patterns that were indicative of Valyrian steel. A black snake wrapped around the base of the spearhead and coiled into a crossguard down the shaft of the weapon. At his hip was belted a golden-hilted saber. 

Qoren's black hair had been cut short, and his cheekbones and jawline were as sharp as the spear that he held. The Prince was tall and lithe even in middle age, all lean athletic muscle, though it was hidden under the armor. He stared at the dragon king with piercing brown eyes, that had been lined in black. 

Twenty years ago Qoren would have been just as terrified as any other. But he had gone to battle against the Rogue Prince. He had watched the Blood Wyrm burn hundreds of men alive in one breath. He feared the dragon, as any sane man would. But with that fear came the determination to face it, and so the Prince stood still as every other stepped back. 

The display had amused him however. The king had as much fondness for theatrics as he did. Qoren smiled slightly, "You say such, and yet here you are, in a perfect position to kill me and lay low my court and my nation. You appreciate displays of power the same as I, your grace." He lifted a hand in a placating gesture and the guards all lowered their spears, though their grips remained taut. 

"You are lucky however, in the fact that my men are well-trained and that I have as much intention as you of having a peaceful meeting. Otherwise, we'd both be dead, and wouldn't that complicate things?" 

Qoren gestured to the dome of the Tower of the Sun with it's many crennalations and perches along the base, and the Spear Tower that pierced into the air, "Your companion can find plentiful perches on the roof of the old palace, on both towers. I'm sure he would prefer to remain close by at any rate."

"Welcome to Dorne, King Aegon. Will you join me inside?" 

Prince Qoren was ever a surprisingly icy man for the Crown Prince of Dorne. Still and calm in the face of Sunfyre whilst so many others wished desperately to cower. Aegon had chosen a fine ally... should this meeting go as planned.

"Of course. I fully expected Dorne to have finely trained men, no other Kingdom was able to resist my name sake and his dragons after all.", he spoke matter of factly as he began unlatching the myriad of beltings and straps that kept him tight to Sunfyre's saddle. Once done he swung his left leg over the saddle, sliding down to stand upon the battlements himself before stepping down. Sunfyre shook his head and sighed as Aegon released his reins, immediately taking off with another buffet of air.

"I had hoped those towers were your choices. I doubt Sunfyre would have accepted any other perch. Proud dragon Sunfyre, like to sit heigher than any other in the pit.", He smiled as he unlatched his helm. He pulled his crown from it and set it atop his head, attaching the gilded helm to his belt before turning back to Prince Qoren.

"Yes I would quite like to get out of the sun and have a fine glass of wine. I'm parched after my journey from Kings Landing. Please do lead the way."

Qoren nodded at Aegon and motioned for his men to make way, and Qoren walked ahead back into a hallway that led to the great hall, "Perhaps he is much like his rider in that way," Qoren suggested with a wry smile. He wanted to see if this new King took himself too seriously or not. 

Aegon smirked as the Prince called out to his vanity, comparing the newly crowned King to his mount. "Dragons do not just bond because you wish them too, there must be a certain... connection between them, a similarity if you will."

The Prince of Dorne replied with a thoughtful expression, "I see there is a strong bond between man and dragon. Far beyond that of just a man and a simple mount. I suppose it only makes sense that this connection goes beyond anything we can really understand. Though I wonder who effects each other more, the rider to the dragon, or the other way around?" 

"As for wine, no worries on that count, your grace. I had the finest vintages in our cellars brought up for your visit."

"Splendid. I'm quite parched and relish the opportunity to partake of fine Dornish wine!", Aegon spoke plainly as the three made their way down the halls. He did not dane to answer the query of who was in control to Prince Qoren, seeing the answer as to obvious to explain... at least it was to King Aegon.

The heavily armed procession made its way into the great hall of the old palace of Sunspear. The hall was not as large as the Red Keep's, but it was of a large, respectable size and able to comfortably accomodate a few hundred people. Rhoynish fashion was in wide evidence. The floor was white marble with swirling of gold inlaid throughout. The round wall was wrought in smooth red stone and a variety of Rhonynish style silk tapestries and frescos adorned it. Colored glass windows wrought in many different fantastical or historical scenes lined the rounded wall and the pillars supporting the ceiling were carved with their own scenes of cavorting mythical creatures and people. 

The dome of gold and leaded glass loomed over it all and the light shone down in complex and intricate patterns. At the far end on a raised dais stood two gold-colored thrones, one sculpted in the shape of the blazing Rhoynish sun and the other was pierced by the Martell spear. All in all, the Great Hall seemed to transport the inhabitants back to a bygone and beautiful era, as if they were in a palace on the Mother Rhoyne. 

Before the Valyrians came. 

Sunspear was an old and beauteous castle indeed. The great wrought stone interwoven with veins of gold was quite striking, quite unlike the leering red stone of his own castle. The Red Keep was fairly young in comparison to this grand old castle, the many murals and etchings attested to this, history written upon the very walls.

The colored glass and great dome were stunningly beautiful, Aegon saw Sunfyre's shadow as the dragon glided over the hall. Even so he could not help but feel Sunspear, though smaller, but the ornamentation of the Red Keep to shame in terms of finery. But, only his throneroom was adorned with the skull of Old Balerion.

Aegon had a somewhat chilly reception when he stepped into the hall. Scores of noblemen and women gathered in front of the columns and each stared at the dragon king as he entered. Some were curious, others appraising. A few even seemed nervous. More than one looked at the handsomely attired King with aesthethic approval. But many others were openly hostile in their gazes and a great number were stoic. Guards lined the walls and tracked his every move. It was clear for the most part that his presence was not appreciated. 

Qoren smirked and said, "Please excuse my nobles. They aren't used to having a King in the palace. Especially one who came without being invited." Another light jest. There were several light smiles, some sincere and some not. Others just continued glaring. 

Aegon frowned at the nobles... or perhaps scowl was a better word. "I understand their... apprehension. Of course they must understand a King shall go where he pleases. You have received me quite well Prince Qoren, perhaps they should learn from you.", he smirked, giving as well as he got.

The Prince smirked slightly as some of his nobles had their feathers ruffled while others were amused. He tapped his spear on the floor, "Wine for us. Bread and salt as well.  And musicians, back to playing. This conversation is between myself, my wife, and our guest for now." The band of players who had been sitting in one space with their instruments began resuming a melodic Rhoynish tune and several servants bearing pitchers of wine or platters of food went around. The nobles each broke off into groups and began conversing, though many shot glances at the royal group. 

Qoren gestured to Trystane, who took the spear, handing off his own weapon to a subordinate, and left to stand at the foot of the royal dais with the Prince's spear in hand. The three of them stood directly under the epicenter of the dome, in the center of the room, far away from all the others. A squire took Qoren's turbaned helmet and scarf and the Prince replaced the sun crown upon his own head. 

A servant bearing bread and salt passed around the customary offerings to all three of them. They all partook of a piece. Another servant who had wine poured a cup for the three of them and Qoren rose his goblet in a toast, "To your departed father. May he rest in peace in the seventh heaven." In truth, he cared little for the old, fat King, but he was due respect nonetheless. 

Aegon was happy to be poured a fine glass of wine. He was happy to have the troublesome gazes of the court turned away for the most part. Blackfyre remained at Aegon's hip, its belt loosened so that the blade hung lower at his hip, allowing him to easily rest his arm on the pommel. He swirled the fine red wine before Qoren toasted to his father.

"May good King Visery's rest in peace. And may his children not tear apart the realm.", Aegon toasted rather morbidly before taking a long swill from his cup. Truly Dornish wine was the finest in the land he thought, the fine vintage settling well on his pallete. 

Larra mirrored the toast and they all drank. The vintage was a Strongwine that was dark as blood and quite sweet. 

Qoren slipped a hand around Larra's waist and smiled, "King Aegon, may I introduce my wife, Princess Larra of House Wyl." 

Larra smiled politely, her hazel eyes staring at Aegon cooly as she bowed her head in greeting. Her eyes had been lined in black just like her husband and her face was very lightly freckled by the sun around her eyes and nose, emphasizing rather than obscuring her beauty. A golden sun signet ring shined on one soft suntanned finger. Around her neck, a bejeweled black snake with red eyes ate it's own tail. Upon her hands were swirling light brown patterns of the Rhoynish fashion, adorned on her skin in various oils. She was bedecked in gold silk robes chased with red, the light to her husband's dark visage. The robes did little to conceal a shapely figure, strong but graceful. Her long dark blonde hair had also been braided into a Rhoynish ponytail that hung to one side. Larra didn't hide the curved dagger that was belted through a red sash around the robes. 

She spoke in a smooth voice, "It is an honor to receive you, your grace. Though I wish it had been in better circumstances." 

The Princess Consort offered her ringed hand out to King Aegon for the traditional chivalric greeting. 

"I share your wish Princess Larra, perhaps we shall meet under better circumstances in the future.", he said before leaning down to kiss her hand as was customary. He leaned back up with a light smile, "You are radiant Princess, a true beauty. Qoren you are a lucky man.", he praised the Prince and Princess as was expected, and every bit of his speech rang true. For beauty was nothing to lie about.

"I noticed your spear Prince Qoren, Valyrian steel? I've never seen such a weapon.", Aegon remarked as he sipped from his glass. 

Prince Qoren smiled, as Larra herself allowed a polite courtly smile, she said, "You are too kind your grace. I fear long years of being a mother have not been overly kind to me." 

Qoren chuckled, "Nonsense, Larra. You're as beautiful as the day we were married, King Aegon has the right of it. I thank the Seven and the Mother every day for being such a lucky man." Larra exchanged grins with her husband and the two turned back to Aegon. 

The Black Viper nodded, "It is our heirloom weapon. It's name is Venom. The spear tip was reforged from a few valyrian steel daggers our family owned. The shaft is made from dragonbone. And it has been in the family since the days of Princess Meria." Qoren looked at Aegon and left a signficant pause to let the man work out the implication for himself. 

Aegon sighed at yet another veiled threat, he was growing quite tired of the way Qoren called back to the Dornish victory over Aegon time and time again. A spear made form the very bones of Meraxes and now the Prince flaunted it before the Dragonrider. He supposed it was to be expected however. "It is quite the weapon. Of course my own blade is from Old Valyria, carried over with my family before the doom. One of a handful of Valyrian weapons that have survived, forged amongst dragons.", he pulled the top of the blade from its sheathe to display the smoky steel, the Sword of Aegon the Conqueror.

The Black Viper gave an approving gaze at the blade, "The famous Conqueror's blade. I believe I am the first Dornishman to look upon it's steel in over a century. It is beautiful. Let us hope I am the first to survive it as well." He smirked and made no further comment, amused by the conversation so far. 

"Unfortuantely we cannot compare blades and speak of beautiful women forever Prince Qoren. More pressing matters are at hand. As you may know I am not the only Targaryen now who is crowned or wishes to be crowned.", he grimaced as he though of Rhaenyra and Daemon. "As it stands my half sister and uncle see themselves as the true heirs of my father."

Qoren grinned, "Ah, but your sister is a beautiful woman, isn't she? Perhaps it all comes down to steel and women in the end." His expression remained whimsical as he said, "There was talk of us wedding one another, once upon a time. Your father thought to join us in matrimony and join our realms together. Of course, that never happened. But life takes many strange turns doesn't it?" 

His expression became serious, "Including this succession crisis. As it stands in Dorne, it's hard to see who is the rightful ruler of the Iron Throne. Didn't your father name Rhaenyra as his heir?" 

Aegon shook his head, "There was another such crisis as this when my father was crowned. A Great council was called and all the Lords in attendance decided upn the law. On the matter of royal inhertance the eldest male son of the King shall always inherit before any female heirs. My father was crowned by this decision. My father had named Rhaenyra heir so as to disinherit his brother Daemon. However, when I was born my father seemingly refused to change his decision. But, the laws must be obeyed by all, and as he never thought to repeal the decision on the Great Council of 101 AC I am rightful heir to the throne."

Aegon explained to Prince Qoren. His face then worked itrself into another scowl, followed by another sip of wine, "The very reason my father named Rhaenyra heir was to stop Daemon from inheriting. And now look, Daemon is married to her and all my fathers work comes to nothing should they inherit. Besides, do you truly want the 'Rouge Prince' at the head of Westeros. I understand he holds no love for Dorne.", Aegon spoke, his scowl giving way to a face of inquiry aimed at Prince Qoren.

Qoren smirked, "Your laws are so complex. Perhaps you'd all be better served by following our rights of inheritance. Though in that case, Rhaenyra's claim would be even more assured, so that may not be an option for you." 

His gaze became pensive when Aegon mentioned Daemon however. He frowned, "I remember the Rogue Prince well, your grace. When he was a King in fact. He killed my good uncle, the Crabfeeder. And when I led my people to war, he killed countless of my subjects and my kinsmen. He almost killed me. I will remember the sight of his Blood Wyrm turning men into scorched meat while he blackened his blade with Dornish blood until the day I die." Qoren drank, hearing the screams and roars in his mind even then. 

"You're right when you say I have every reason to be weary of a King Daemon. Perhaps he will pay no mind to Dorne for our part in the defeat of his kingdom. Perhaps not. But I am also weary of putting Dorne into a war between dragons. Dorne has danced with dragons before, I would sooner sleep with scorpions. Why should I risk Dorne for you, your grace?" 

"Simple Prince Qoren. Daemon is a petty, ambitious man. I have no doubt he'll seek a second conquest of Dorne. He wants Seven Kingdoms, more even. I swear to you I seek no such war, in fact I intend to do all I can to stop this one. If I can amass enough strength I wish to bring Rhaenyra to the table, to parley peace. If Dorn stands behind me I'm certain she will seek peace before war. Of course I do not expect you to throw in with me on this alone.", Aegon cleared his throat after a final sip of wine, emptying his glass.

Qoren took another sip as he thought and then said, "You're likely right. Daemon will not forget us. He will expect us to either bow or burn eventually. Perhaps he would come for the Triarchy first, but we would most like be next. " 

He looked at Aegon with interest, "Peace you say? You think such a thing can be done? I do not know much of Rhaenyra but I have my doubts that Daemon would agree to such a thing." He drank some more, "But, peace would be in our interests. We do not want Dorne to face more death. If the dragons lay down the arms, we could all sleep soundly. Regardless of a side, I would wholeheartedly support a parley. No matter who ends up on the throne. I pray your terms are sweet enough for the royal couple." 

"Prince Qoren I have a younger brother, Daeron Targaryen. He is unwed and unbetrothed... what say we strengthen one another positions? I understand you have several daughters, shall we join our Houses? Dorne has been alone for far too long I think. Together we can make Westeros whole, and stop the bloodshed to come."

The Black Viper raised an eyebrow. He had thought the offer might come but hadn't known for sure. Aegon was serious about an alliance. Qoren just didn't know if it would be in good faith. He stroked his chin, "A marriage of the dragon to the viper eh? Your father's dream. A peaceful unification... hmm, that is quite an offer. You're right, King Aegon. I have many daughters. My oldest, Aliandra, will be the Princess of Dorne, and she is close in age to your brother I believe. My second daughter, Meria,  is ten, but old enough to be betrothed." 

He looked at him speculatively, "Which daughter would you propose be wed to your brother? Do you intend for a Targaryen to be Prince Consort of Dorne? In any case, some of my bannermen may not be pleased by such a thing. Many in our country value Dornish independence. Shall we speak on more terms with this potential alliance?" Qoren's mind ran with possibilities. Some part of him, a sizable part, rebelled at the idea of joining Dorne with the Iron Throne, but he resolved to keep an open mind. Many of his people wouldn't like it, including any of his in-laws and especially his good family in the Triarchy, but this could be of benefit to his people. It all depended on what the King was willing to give. 

"I am certain Aliandra and Daeron would make a fine match Prince Qoren. And of course I'd not simply ask a marriage mark your entry into the Kingdom of Westeros. I have come prepared to create proper terms of unification. First however, I have brought you and your beautiful wife gifts from Kings Landing.", He smiled and reached into the small bag at his hip. He loosened its ties and reached in, before drawing out a magnificent necklace lined not with jewels, but shining dragonglass. At the glinting black pieces lined the golden jewlery, and at its center a large glossy piece in the shape of a black flame.

"My family has used dragonglass, a shining black stone created from dragonfire, to ornament ourselves since the time of the Valyrian Freehold. I feel as we are soon to be related through marriage the beautiful princess of Dorne deserved finery befitting such status. This particular dragonglass comes from the isle of Dragonstone itself.", he graciously handed the beautiful ornament to Larra for her to admire.

Qoren nodded appreciatively while Larra smiled brightly. The Prince of Dorne said, "A kingly gift, Aegon." Larra beamed at Aegon, inspecting it closely, "Aliandra will love it, your grace. We have no dragonglass in Dorne, but tales of its beauty are widespread, and obviously not exaggerated." 

Prince Qoren stroked his chin and said, "I will accept your offer of a betrothal. Perhaps my daughter and your brother can have some time to get used to each other before it is finalized. I believe a proper ceremony can be reserved for when these... difficulties with your sister are resolved. I don't want to have a wedding if the continent is on the verge of war. A delegation of Dornishmen, including my daughter, can be sent to King's Landing to oversee our newfound diplomatic ties. And we can continue to detail specific terms. How does this sound?" 

Aegon beamed back to Larra, before turning back to answer the Prince, "It sounds lovely! I assure you she will be as safe in the Red Keep as she is here. She will be well cared for, and Daeron, Gods willing, will have more than enough time to come to know his future bride.", Aegon waved his empty glass to one of the servants carrying pitchers of wine, and was quickly refilled. He nodded to the beautiful handmaiden who had poured it and smiled at her charmingly, causing the girl to blush before withdrawing from the Royal group once more.

"Now of course once joined with Westeros you may of course remain Prince of Dorne, I would never dream of taking such a title from your family. I am sure you seek... more?", Aegon asked, wishing to get to the meat of what was needed to complete this alliance.

Qoren swilled the cup of wine, taking a sip before saying, "Yes, a few concessions. I was going to ask to retain our style of Prince, but you seemed to anticipate as such. Another point, is that we will acknowledge the code of law set down by your great-grandfather, the Old King. But we ask that in certain critical areas of the law, such as inheritance, Dornish law will apply in Dorne. The minutia can be left between my Justiciar and your Master of Laws to deliberate and for us to finalize, I'm sure, but the inheritance laws are important." Doing so would ensure Aliandra's inheritance of Sunspear, and ease some of the concerns of his bannermen. 

"Secondly, I ask that you take on my nephew, Trystayne's son, Aron as a squire to your Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. Aron is almost a man, he's a natural fighter, and even in Dorne, we hear tales of the might of the Kingsguard. It would be a powerful symbol for a Dornish Prince to one day join the ranks of the White Swords." 

"Thirdly, while the majority of Dornishmen are worshippers of the Seven, we have certain... local customs that are simply unseen in the rest of the continent." Qoren was quite certain Aegon knew what he meant, as Dornish nobles kept paramours, their society tolerated homosexuality, and there was no great stigma on bastardy. He continued, "We value our unique cultural practices. We would insist on keeping them, and that your High Septon and all your other priests do not have the authority to disparage them or call for our excommunication because of it." 

"Fourthly, I ask that Dorne be represented on your Small Council. There is no need for a title, but it would be a show of good faith and friendship, to have an advisory poisition at your side." That was important, to convince his bannermen that they would not simply be puppets for the other Westerosi. 

"And lastly, we will be your allies. We will throw all our diplomatic might behind your negotiations with your sister. And if the worst comes to worst, we will fight with you. Until the matter is resolved though, I would ask that a formal swearing of fealty and annexation of Dorne be postponed until your rule is cemented. It will give us some time to ease any tensions between my bannermen and your bannermen and allow us to celebrate this momentous occassion with the pomp it needs. But we will still be committed to aiding you, since our houses will be joined in bethrothal. It will also give your sister a show of strength, to have two monarchs allied at the negotiating table. How do these terms sound to you, your grace?" 

Aegon lisrened intently as Qoren spoke, nodding in understanding now and again but simply listening and sipping from his wine.He was content to let Qoren finish before intervening, wishing for this process to go as swiftly as it could. Once Qoren had finished Aegon took another long sip of wine, considered all that had been said, and smiled.

"All completely reasonable Prince Qoren. I see no issue with any of these concessions. A Dornishman amongst the Kingsgusguard could prove a fine addition, and of course another advisor on my Small council can only help. Who would you suggest fill the position?", he asked truly curious.

"Oh, one more thing Prince Qoren. Seeing as I intend to meet all these concessions, could you help me in securing the assistance of your ally the Triarchy? Three soverign nations could very well force my sister to cease all talk of war, and your close relationship mixed with shared interest in the failure of Daemon..."

Qoren smiled slightly. No argument then, good. He very much doubted Rhaenyra would ever come to him with such an offer, especially with Daemon at her side. It seemed he chose well to court the Gold Dragon and not the Black. But it still left him just enough room to maneuver should things turn for the worst. 

"For the duration of this succession crisis, I would like to be a special advisor on your Small Council, as the Prince of Dorne and your future good uncle. But when your rule is cemented, perhaps my daughter can serve, to learn the business of ruling until it is her time to rule Sunspear. I hope for peace, but if it comes to war, I could have some insight. As one of the few to face off with your uncle and live to tell about it. Does this sound satisfactory?" The Black Viper drank more of his wine, emptying the cup and calling for a refill. The whole while Larra watched, quiet, but absorbing every word. 

"And the answer is yes. I have friends in the Triarchy, my mother is one of the Drahar family, and they have a seat on the Magister's Council. I'm sure our bloc can persuade the Magisters to back you. We can put the might and the fleets of three free cities at your disposal, as well as the ships of the Stepstones, should it come to war. I'm sure the leading families would like to send representatives as well. I'll have a missive sent immediately." 

"Perfect! I look forward to a long and prosperous relationship between our houses! Of course Prince Qoren I would not dare come to Sunspear without a proper gift. I was informed you were seeking to build up the Dornish fleet. In order to assist you, I've had the finest Drommond of the royal fleet, The Black Dread sailed down to join your fleet. A sign of good faith.", He smiled and took a long draw from his glass.

Qoren smiled as well, putting out his glass, "I appreciate this fine gesture, I will treasure it greatly."

"I have a gift for you as well. And I will present them to you shortly." Qoren handed his glass to a servant and he clapped his hands, as Larra turned back to Aegon and smiled minutely. The two monarchs ascended the steps to the dais, Qoren on the Spear seat and Larra on the Sun. On the way, his brother handed him his black spear. 

He pounded Venom on the floor to call for order and the nobles quieted down, gathering into silent ranks as Aegon stood alone under the dome of the Tower of the Sun, the light shining on him as the Prince of Dorne spoke, "My friends, today I'm glad to announce the commencement of an alliance that will ensure the prosperity our principality. My daughter, Aliandra, will be betrothed to Prince Daeron of House Targaryen, the first step in an official alliance between the King of the Iron Throne and the Prince of Sunspear." There were low murmurs throughout the room, some seemed pleased or ambivalent, many were much less happy. 

[color]"We will join Aegon in friendship, and eventually join as the Seventh Kingdom under the rule of the Iron Throne, once my future nephew-in-law's rule is secured."[/color] There was a greater chorus of disapproval and Qoren silenced it with a wave, "I will remain Prince of Dorne, and our way of life will remain intact, that I can assure you. To show our good faith and our friendship, we will bestow a gift upon King Aegon, who has so graciously provided his own kingly offerings." 

Qoren smiled, and looked right at Aegon, "A ship bearing the remains of the dragon Meraxes will be sailed to the Stormlands, and from there, delivered to King's Landing. You already have the skull, but you shall have the rest, minus the small part that House Martell now possesses." He stood Venom straight against the floor and let Aegon contemplate it. 

"And one other gift." Qoren tapped Venom on the dais and the doors to the hall opened. A cadre of Silent Sisters, masked and hooded, entered bearing a large ornamated coffin on a cart. It was stone, black marble that had been exquisitely carved. The three headed dragon had been wrought in rubies upon its side and various draconic symbols were carved throughout. The slab had been sculpted in the figure of a beautiful woman, timeless youth etched in stone. A black circlet of Valyrian steel rested atop it.

Qoren continued speaking, "The body of Queen Rhaenys. It was never returned to House Targaryen, but now she will go home, on the ship bearing her dragon. With her body are her armor, her sword, and her crown, along with what personal effects were recovered when she died. A symbol of the healing of wounds between our nations. And a reminder of the costs of war." His voice was solemn, but there was an undercurrent of warning as well. 

The Black Viper raised his glass, "A toast. To friendship. To the union of our lands. To the mutual prosperity of House Martell and House Targaryen. And the fact that we are and will always be, Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken." All of the nobles in the room echoed his toast and drank, including Larra. Qoren did not, looking at Aegon and waiting to see what he would do. 

Of all the veiled threats and allusions to Dorne's independence, all the posturing and boasting... this was perhaps the most obvious. Although the gift was clearly respectful everyone in the room knew their secondary purpose. Qoren intended to once and for all remind King Aegon that Dorne had withstood dragons once before, and always would.

Aegon listened and smiled as was expected, but beneath the surface he was boiling. The insult in the implication was obvious, and were Aegon a lesser man he would have shook with rage. As it were he simply joined Qoren's toast in silence.

Qoren smiled and raised his goblet in toast to Aegon, drinking deeply before clapping Venom against the floor once more. The silent sisters left with Rhaenys' body, "The ship will depart immediately, and our gifts will be on the road to King's Landing within the week. I've already called my banners, and my entourage and I will be on the road to your capital as well. You are welcome to stay as long as you wish, to rest yourself from your long journey, King Aegon." 

Qoren stepped off of his throne and walked over to the King, extending his arm, "Let all see that the Viper and the Dragon are now joined in friendship. May this relationship prove prosperous for us both. So long as we both keep faith." He smiled at Aegon, his point understated but clear. 

Aegon took Qoren's hand and gave it a firm shake. He let go after an appropriate amount of time. "Indeed Prince Qoren, I hope both our families prosper for many years to come.", he finished his second glass of wine and let out a content sigh. "Now with business fully concluded may I just say the wine has not dissapointed. I'll take you up on your hospitality Prince Qoren. I wish to see a bit more of Sunspear, if you would give me a proper tour, besides I've heard great tell of the beauties of Dorne, it would be a shame to not see them.", Aegon smirked.

Qoren smiled, the tension slowly abating, he clapped his hands and the nobles went back to discussing amongst themselves, "Certainly. I'll show you around the palace myself, and we can tour the walls so you will see the city and port. And after the feast, I will introduce you to some beautiful women. You have a reputation, even in Dorne, you may be pleased to know, and I thought it would behoove me as a host to gather some of Dorne's unmarried beauties, as well as some girls from across the Narrow Sea. How does that sound?" 

"Sounds delightful Prince Qoren. I suppose it is good my reputation preceeds me", Aegon smirked. 

He handed off Venom to his brother and Larra rejoined them, the trio taking their leave, escorted by a complement of guardsmen in black armor to match their prince as they toured the palace. The Prince showing Aegon the home that Nymeria had built countless years past, all wrought in Rhoynish fashion around the drab dromond-shaped castle of the Sandship. Murals of the Rhoyne, handsome statues, exotic plants, colorful birds, and all manner of other fanciful decorations were in evidence. 

Throughout their walk Aegon marveled at the ancient beauty of Sunspear. The great gallery's and Rhoynish architecture were all quite striking and engaging. It was all quite extravagant. The white walls gave off a comforting feel, utterly unlike the strength and power exuded by his own castles deep, red stone. In particulat Aegon thought back to Qoren's throne, in all honesty its comparitively comfoprtable and small when compared to the Iron Throne. Aegon smirked as he thought of this, and would quite enjoy looking down on the cocky Prince once they returned to Kings Landing. Show him what it means to have a real throne. 

Qoren turned to Aegon as they walked, "I long to see the Red Keep myself. Perhaps it is not as old as Sunspear, but I hear magnificent tales. Your King Maegor finished it. And did so in rather bloody fashion, if I remember my history. I can't wait to see it with my own eyes. Hopefully this, incipient conflict does not spoil it." 

They passed a room, covered in silk screens and hanging silk curtains where Aegon could espie multiple women of all manner of coloring and form, but all uniform in their almost complete lack of clothing. Several of them eyed the King as he walked by and smiled. Qoren laughed, "My father was fond of keeping some... female attendants in the palace. I hadn't the heart to dismiss them from the palace, though my mother was never as comfortable with them there. You can meet some of them later, your grace." 

Aegon lingered perhaps a bit longer than was polite as Qoren explained the room and the women within. Clearly the Prince's father was quite the man of taste. The beautiful 'attendants' seemed to beckon eagerly and Aegon was not one to refuse the wishes of such beauties.

"I am certain they are quite capable Prince Qoren, else why would your father have taken them in the first place? I am certain they have served you capably as the Prince."

Qoren laughed and Larra rolled her eyes as she slipped her arm through his, "Oh, I must admit I've partaken a few times. A few mothers of some of my bastards are in there too, along with quite a few other Martell baseborn. One of the customs, we hope to preserve." 

Larra grinned, "I let him keep it so he doesn't get bored. The key to a happy marriage in my opinion. In fact, I find it adds a bit of spice to our relationship if we go together a few times." They both laughed and Qoren said, "I believe I'll bring a few of them to the Red Keep once we depart, if you'll permit me your grace. Perhaps your court will disapprove, but I believe it'll provide some... exotic color." 

They continued on,  and eventually they a hissing pit where the sound of slithering snakes could be heard. Next to the splendor of the palace, it was somewhat out of place. 

Aegon Stopped at the sound of hissing, his hand laying on his sword pommel. He thought perhaps Qoren had betrayed him and a viper was at his feet, ready to strike... luckily this was not the case. He turned to see the pit as the source, and peered slightly over the edge at the coiling mass of Vipers.

"Prince Qoren, I understand your house has a fondness of them, but perhaps you should not keep so many snakes so close. What is this for?", he questioned.

Qoren and Larra both smiled and they joined Aegon at the lip of the pit, looking down on the morass of snakes curled below. Presently there was a grate over the pit, but a nearby lever showed there was a mechanism to open it. The Prince spoke. 

"We have no headsman here in Sunspear. We prefer to send prisoners to the Ghaston Grey or the Wall, or punish them with labor and other sentences. But the worst criminals, the very worst, we throw in there to face the snakes. A cross section of all the serpents of the world reside there. Namely the most dangerous. If they are spared, then the gods surely show them favor and they are pardoned. It actually has a few times, though I believe the survivors still suffer sickness. I've only had to use it once thankfully, but there is something exhilirating about kicking someone into there I must admit."

Aegon smirked. Although he was no Maegor the idea of some wretched criminal scream as a thousand deadly vipers sank their teeth into him could make any man feel powerful. He stroked his chin as Qoren spoke of how exhilarating the experience could be.

"I'm certain it must be. I must admit I sometimes envy the Lord's of the North. Did you know it is customary there for the Lord to carry out the execution of a man sentenced to death? The King's Justice is of course more... elegant perhaps and civilized but it must be a rush."

Qoren nodded as Larra looked down on the snakes, "Indeed, I heard the Northmen like to chop off heads themselves. Some of my forebears enjoyed a bit of execution as well. And they could get devilishly creative. This Viper Pit is one of the remnants of that era. Actually, there is someone awaiting justice, I was holding off his punishment until after your visit. Would you like to take my stead, your grace? It's not every day you get to see such a sight."  With any other guest it might have been too macabre, but Qoren sensed Aegon might like a bit of amusement. Larra didn't disapprove. She was a Wyl, and though they may have mellowed out some, they still had a dark reputation. 

Aegon seemd to think heavily upon the question, but in truth he already knew his answer. Of course it would be foolish to jump at this opportunity like some excited boy begging at Qoren's feet, no a king had to be dignified, and at least play the part of reluctance.

"What heinous crime was committed to earn this man the fate of the pit?", Aegon asked, truthfully uninterested in the answer but knowing to seem overly bloodthirsty could be a mistake. A trained warrior, however, woudl see the glint of blood lust in his eyes.

Qoren saw it and smiled slightly, "An infamous pirate captain. They call him Bloody Bill. He raided both our shores and the Stormland's coast. He's taken countless merchant ships, abducted countless to sell to the slavers. Has raped and killed many more. The Warden of Ghaston Grey finally caught him last week and put his crew to death. But she sent him to me to exact my own punishment for his crimes. I can bring him here, and as he committed crimes against your people as well, I can give you the honor of exacting justice." 

Aegon smiled, now knowing none could now misconstrue an execution as cruel bloodlust. "I beleive delivering justice to this man myself is only appropriate Prince Qoren. I thank you for the opportunity to dispense the Kings Justice myself at least once."

Qoren nodded and gestured to two of his guards. They departed and they chatted, drinking wine until the condemned man was brought to them in chains. He was hooded, in dirty rags, and smelled like a sewer. The guards forced him to his knees and tore off the hood revealing an ugly, suntanned face with various scars. The man was missing half of his teeth, and those that weren't were mostly black with rot. The picture of a pirate. 

Bloody Bill snarled and spit at Qoren, who wiped it off and delivered a savage punch to the prisoner, making the man spit out another tooth. Qoren smiled as another guard turned a lever which opened the pit. He stepped back and said, "It's all yours, King Aegon." 

Aegon stepped before the filthy prisoner, sneering down at the pirate. Compared to the shining armor of the King it seemed Bloody Bill was even more filthy.

"Bloody Bill, for the crimes of rape, piracy, murder, slavery and treason I, King Aegon the Second of his name, King of the Andal's and the First men, Lord of the Six Kingdoms and Protector of the realm sentence you die.", He placed his armored boot on the man's face and shoved him into the pit.

Up to that point Bloody Bill had been surly and spiteful in his silence. But the fear took him right at the last moment, and Aegon and Qoren saw pure animal terror in his eyes as he opened his mouth in a blood curdling scream. He flailed in the air and as they looked on, he kept screaming, wriggling as the snakes hissed and their fangs flashed. The raw screerch of agony and horror continued, even as they kept biting him, until finally the snakes covered him and it was done. 

Larra sipped her wine glass casually and Qoren nodded, "Justice was done, your grace. And in good fashion. How did it feel?" The three continued on their way and the guards followed them as the snakes continued to hiss. 

"Just as you said Prince Prince Qoren, exhilarating. I must admit the speed of the headsman may be fine for a rebellious noble or highborn but for men like that... I believe you may have the right of it."

Qoren sipped as they walked along and said, "Indeed. I prefer not to put men to death. There are many ways criminals can be made to pay back society without such drastic measures. And usually if it is warranted, I prefer a quick death. But, scum like Bloody Bill? He deserved every moment of it. But then again you don't need a viper pit, your grace. You have a dragon after all." 

He smiled as the snakes continued to violently hiss, "All that's left is the walls and part of the city, and then on to the feast. And afterwards... well I'll give you free reign of the facilities." He smiled and they continued on with the tour.

The following morning, the sun rose high above a clear sky and calm sea. There had been a rich feast of all the best fare Dorne could offer the royal visitor. The fare was spicy, exotic to the native Kingslander. There had been plenty of tropical fish as well as quail and a roast boar. Numerous hot, savory stews and curries as well as skewers of vegetables and meat and bowls of spiced rice. There had been succulent fruits and fresh salad aplenty. And the Dornish cream cakes and stuffed grape leaves also accompanied grilled snake with just a hint of venom to season it as well as flatbread with chickpease and peppers stuffed with cheese and onions. To wash it all down were Dornish Strongwine and Lemonsweet, followed by a course of sweet sherbet. 

Aegon had quite enjpyed the feast. Although nowhere near the size of his father it was apparent Aegon was quite partial to rich food, and often. It was quite easy for a man of his station to indulge in the comforts of a large meal, and he would not pass up an opportunity to sample Dornish cuisine. He was not dissapointed, and hoped that with Qoren in the capital and Dorne within his Kingdom such meals would be easier to attain in the future.

Then Aegon had been left to an expansive, handsome suite of rooms, his every need attended to, and Qoren made it clear that he was completely free to roam the palace as he pleased. 

True to his well known nature Aegon did not aimlessly wander the halls of Sunspear, although beautiful they may be. Aegon sought softer beauties within the walls of stone. Aegon had removed his armor and left it in the rooms provided for him, wearing only the rich black tunic and riders pants he had come with. Blackfyre remained at his hip, regardless of how safe he felt it would be foolish to leave the blade for some servant to steal. Besides, every woman he'd met had marveled at such fine steel. 

He would not return to his rooms for some time, and when he did he brought with him two Dornish beauties from the room wreathed in silk. He had not come to Dorne for food and alliances alone, especially not when he could so brazenly walk with his paramours openly. He would have to ensure Qoren brought some of these beauties with him to Kings Landing.

But now it was time for him to depart and the whole of the court gathered on the walls of Sunspear to see him off. Qoren and Larra were dressed elegantly and far less martially than before, their various relations gathered with the nobles and knights of the court, including their heir the young and beautiful Aliandra. The girl had her mother's figure but her father's coloring, the archetypal Dornish maiden. She wore Aegon's dragonglass necklace. 

Qoren, bedecked in a golden robe with the red martell sun on the back smiled at Aegon, reaching out to shake his hand again with Larra and Aliandra nearby, the rest of the court at a distance, "Thank you for your visit, King Aegon. I look forward to the wonders of the capital. May this newly-forged alliance bring us both great joy. You can expect Larra, Aliandra, myself and the rest of our retinue in your city within a few weeks. We'll have some soldiers with us, so please let your Storm Lords know we are coming, they might be understandably nervous if they espy a large Dornish military convoy marching to their lands." The majority of the levies would remain in Dorne to see how the situation developed, but it was only good sense to bring some men for protection. And if they needed it, his honor guard could quickly spring into action for a mission. 

Aegon once more wore his armor, although his helm was strapped to the side of Sunyre's saddle and his crown was in its place. He wore his armor again but had escheewed his gauntlets for a pair of black leather gloves. He sat high atop Sunfyre, fastening and locking the chains and straps that kept a dragon rider secure to his mount even when high in the air and at high speeds. 

Aegon peered over the battlements one last time before Qoren began his little speech, now that they were comparatively bereft of guard one could see the beauty of the ancient castle in all its splendor. Truly a sight to behold. Aegon then turned to the assembled nobleage and the Prince. He nodded down to Qoren.

"They will be made aware and all necassary preparations shall be carried out at Kings Landing. Princess Aliandra, I assure you by the time you arrive my brother Daeron will present and waiting to receive you. I hope our alliance, and eventually marriage will be prosperous Prince Qoren, I'm certain you and I will come to know eachother quite well in the following months."

With that, Sunfyre flung itself from the battlements, taking wing and rapidly ascending towards the sun. It would be a short time before the glittering dragon dissapeared over the horizon. The second dragon to see Sunspear had left, and none had been burnt. 

The Black Viper watched Sunfyre fly away into the sun and turned to his people, "My companions and I will depart within a few days. The rest of you must marshal your strength. For the duration of my absence, the council will rule in my stead as regents. My uncle, Prince Dickon shall sit on the Spear seat in the meantime. I swear to you all, that I will do everything in my power to promote peace. But you must all prepare for war. For fire and blood."

With that he dismissed his vassals and Qoren took Larra's hand in his. He would say his goodbyes to the children and his family. And then for the first time, the Prince of Dorne would ride to King's Landing.
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