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As Arthur climbed the tower, Sir Oswell kept watching Prince Morian and his wife, pointing his steel blade at them.

"My wife is pregnant Ser Oswell." said the Dornish prince nonchalantly. "Is that the honour of a knight? Pointing their blades to pregnant women?"

Sir Oswell just kept silent, he didn't take the provocation, he just kept staring at the couple, his sharp eyes non-moving.

"Can I ask you a question, Sir Oswell?" asked Morian, once again, the old bat didn't say anything.

"You and your family… Why did you arrange that tourney?"

Sir Oswell frowned at the question. "My brother wanted to celebrate my niece's name day, prince Morian, I don't know why you asked that."

"Is it though?" Morian asked again, making Ser Oswell frowned. "Not to be rude Sir Oswell, but I find it hard to believe that your house could arrange a tourney like the one at Harrenhal… tell me, who gave your family the gold?"

"I do not know Prince Morian," said Ser Oswell coldly. "You have to ask my brother for that."

"I suppose you are right…" Morian sighed. "You are just a knight after all…"

Ser Oswell was swelling inside, his knighthood was mocked in front of him, but he must be patient, he did not want to attack the Dornish prince so casually.

Suddenly, sounds of footsteps could be heard from the stairs of the tower. Morian saw Arthur walking down the stairs, then the Dragon prince, wearing minimal clothing, and the she-wolf, also wearing minimal clothing. Their hair looked dishevelled, and the she-wolf's face was pale as snow.

"Ah… the prince… finally showing up." said Morian, a trace of venom could be heard in his tone of voice.

The Dragon prince frowned as he saw Prince Morian, standing calmly along with his wife. "What is the meaning of this, Prince Morian? What did you do to our window?"

"Pardon me Prince, but my wife over here wanted to bring Arthur home," said Morian casually. "So we're here to do just that."

The Dragon prince stared at Morian's clear blue eyes. "How do you know where we are?"

"I have my ways." said Morian vaguely. "Don't mind me, Prince Rhaegar, like I said, we just wanted to bring Arthur home."

"He swore an oath to the king," said the Dragon Prince. "He cannot go home Prince Morian, you of all people should know that."

"Oh believe me Prince, I know about that." Prince Morian shrugged, the Dragon prince was a bit suspicious of his care-free attitude. "But… you broke an oath too… did you not?"

A cold silence suddenly enveloped the area. The eerie stillness chokes the men's lungs as the Dragon Prince's violet eyes and the Dornish prince's blue eyes meet each other.

"Lady Elia cannot bore my children anymore, I must find a way to fulfil the prophecy." defended the Dragon prince.

"Wait, what?" the She-Wolf suddenly said. "Rhaegar, I thought Elia agreed to this?"

The Dragon Prince didn't answer the She-Wolf's answer.

"So you don't know, Lady Stark?" questioned Morian in amusement. "About what's happening in Westeros right now?"

"I advise you to not speak anymore of this, Prince Morian." said The Dragon Prince coldly.

"Or what?" Morian asked back. "Or what, O' Noble Prince? Tell me, are you going to command your knights to attack me? To attack me and Ashara? Are you going to ask the Noble Ser Arthur here to commit kinslaying?"

"You do not understand, Prince Morian. What I'm doing right now is for the good of Westeros."

"The good of Westeros?" laughed Morian. "Prophecies are dangerous, my Prince, it has killed your grandfather, and his ancestors before him, yet you want to make the same mistake as them?"

"This time, the prophecy is clear." the Dragon prince insisted. "The Dragon must have three heads, just like the Targaryen banner."

Morian clenched his fist. "You are a fool, Rhaegar." mocked Morian. "You are the most foolish man I've ever met. Your deeds will be the downfall of your family's dynasty. While you're here fucking a naive northen girl, your kingdom is burning."

"What do you mean… Mor– Prince Morian?" questioned the she-wolf curiously.

"So you really didn't know…" murmured Morian. "The king, your lover's father, burned your father with Wildfire, and your brother choked himself, trying to rescue your father."

The She-Wolf's face paled more and more as she heard what Morian said. "W-What?" she turned to the Dragon Prince, and asked him "I-Is this true, Rhaegar?"

The Dragon prince didn't look at the she-wolf, and nodded. "Yes. Yes, it's true."

"No!" the she-wolf shrieked as she sat down on the stair, wailing at the death of her brother and father. "W-Why? Why didn't you tell me this?"

"I didn't want to make you sad… Lyanna." said The Dragon prince calmly.

"Your other brother, the quiet wolf, started a rebellion, along with your betrothed, and Lord Arryn, thinking that the prince had kidnapped you."

"W-What?" stammered the she-wolf. "B-But, I have sent a letter? I gave the letter to my servant and he rode to Winterfell…"

"Seems like he died on the way, Lady Stark." said Morian calmly.

The She-wolf just sat there, weeping quietly as The Dragon prince kept staring at Morian.

"Forgive me, Prince Morian, but I cannot let you leave. It will risk the secrecy of this place."

"And what makes you think you could succeed in killing me and my wife, Rhaegar?" questioned Morian coldly.

"You are only one man, Prince Morian, and I have two knights of Westeros with me." spoke Rhaegar calmly, walking down the stairs, intending to fight.

Morian then looked at Arthur, who, the whole time, had a conflicted expression. "Is this your path, Ser Arthur?"

"I- My Prince–"

"Choose wisely, Arthur." spoke Morian again. "I do not want to hurt you."

Arthur then looked at Ashara, who was staring at him worriedly. "Please brother, go home…"

Arthur then clenched his Dawn, he took a deep breath, and unsheathed it. "I'm sorry, my prince," he said.

He then turned around, and stepped back, protecting Ashara that was scared half to death that Arthur was going to betray her. But thankfully, it did not happen.

"Forgive me, Prince Rhaegar, but I will choose my family, allow me to be selfish just this once." he said calmly.

"You oathbreaker!" Sir Oswell shouted in anger.

Morian then stared at the frowning Dragon prince. "What will you do, Rhaegar? Fight? Or leave me be?"

The Prince clenched his fist, and drew his sword. "Do you dare face the wrath of the Throne, Prince Morian?"

"Your pathetic Throne cannot even catch The Storm Lord at Stoney sept. let alone conquer the deserts of Dorne Rhaegar." Chuckled Morian. "Last chance, fight, or let us be."

"My Prince! I Swear to the seven I will kill the oathbreaker! Let me fight!" Sir Oswell roared.

Rhaegar took a deep breath, and raised his sword. "Forgive me Prince Morian, but it is all for the good of the kingdom."

"Rhaegar, what are you doing?! Let them be!" shouted the she-wolf, but he did not answer her.

Arthur raised his sword, and took a defensive position. Sir Oswell then rushed towards Arthur, but before he could hit him, something happened.

Prince Morian had grabbed something from a holster that wrapped around Ashara's waist. He aimed that 'something', and shot Ser Oswell's head, making a hole in his forehead.

Ser Oswell died, not knowing what killed him. His body dropped to the ground, tainting the sands below them.

The she-wolf screeched as she heard the loud sound, covering her ears.

As the screech stopped, the place was enveloped by an eerie stillness once again, piercing the neck of everyone in the area.

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A/N: Anybody want to pick this up? please?