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Game of Thrones: Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken

This is just me scribbling nonsense, don't take it too seriously... Basically, MC is a Martell, he was born before the war of the usurper and right after the war of the nine penny kings. he would lead the Dornish to the road of independence, with guns and cannons... MC x Ashara, not a harem. This is more of an idea rather than a full story, you can tell by the way I wrote it, so I probably won't update this at all. also, it's an IDEA, don't complain about short chapters, I'll turn it into a full story once my other fanfic is finished, assuming that nobody wants to pick it up. lots of cringy sentences, illogical events, etc. you have been warned lol. if anyone wants to refine it or rewrite it entirely, feel free to do so. I don't own anything, including the cover.

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The Tower of Joy

At a lone round tower that stood proudly between the sharp rocks of the red mountain, two men were standing by the foot of the tower's stairs. They were standing proudly, swords in their scabbard, their white cloaks waving majestically as the warm winds of Dorne blew past the tower.

Suddenly, two people, riding on a horse, wearing rather loose clothing approached the tower. The two people wore turbans, but the two men noticed one of them had a baby bum in her stomach.

The two men frowned, and unsheathed their sword.

"Who goes there?!" shouted the older man between the two. There was no answer, instead, the two people unmount their horse, and grabbed a rather strange looking stick.

"No need to be hostile, friends." said the man who was wearing the turban, he had a thick Dornish accent. "We just wanted to talk."

The two men frowned. The man who was wearing the turban then inserted something to the stick, and it made a clunking sound once he was finished. He then rested the stick on his shoulder, looking at the two men in front.

"Who are you?" asked one of the guards warily.

The woman beside the man then stepped in, and uncloaked herself. "It's me, brother." she said while caressing her baby bum.

"Ashara?" one of the guards was surprised, he sheathed his sword quickly, as he recognized her. "What are you doing here? And who is that beside you?"

"We— I wanted to bring you back Arthur," said Ashara softly. "Back home."

"Ashara, what are you talking about?" Arthur asked in confusion. "I– Are you pregnant? And you're travelling? How can your husband allow you to travel like this?"

"Because I am with her." said the man beside her, uncloaking his turban, revealing his handsome face, his piercing blue eyes. It was Prince Morian.

"Prince Morian?" frowned the other guard. "Why are you here?"

"Do not be hostile Sir Oswell." said the prince so casually. "Like Ashara said, we wanted to bring Arthur back home."

"Home?" questioned Arthur in confusion. "Prince Morian, forgive me, but I have sworn an oath as a kingsguard, I cannot go home now."

"Is that right?" said Morian in amusement. "But you're here, not beside the king, what part of 'kingsguard' duty is this then?"

Arthur then frowned. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean prince–"

"Kidnapping of Lyanna Stark." said Morian coldly, making the place tense. "Is that the duty of a kingsguard… Sir Arthur? Kidnapping little girls?"

"Do not mock our duty, Prince Morian," said Sir Oswell sternly. "Our prince is fulfilling a prophecy a thousand years in the making."

"What prophecy?" questioned Ashara worriedly. "Arthur, please, go home, I beg you…"

"Forgive me Ashara, like I said, I am bound by an oath, I cannot leave my duty behind." said Arthur solemnly.

"I told you Ashara, I do not consider him as Dornish." said Morian coldly, making Arthur frowned.

"I was born in Starfall, Prince Morian. I have Dornish blood in my veins, just like you, just like my sister."

"Dornishmen do not betray their blood." said Morian again, making Arthur clenched his sword tightly. "You are not worthy of that sword Arthur, you should send it back to Starfall, so another sword of the morning could be chosen."

Ashara then tugged Morian's clothing, and said. "Morian, please…"

"No, I'm going to speak the truth right here, Ashara." said Morian calmly to his wife. "He is a traitor, he chose the cursed throne rather than his own people."

Arthur was calm, but deep down, he was in pain. He didn't know what to do… he had sworn an oath to the king, but on the other hand, the princess of Dorne was suffering in King's landing, while the crown prince was enjoying himself, laying with a northern girl.

"Prince Morian." said Arthur calmly, but his voice was a little cracked. "I am bound by an oath. Forgive me, I know what I'm doing is wrong. Princess Elia is in King's landing, in dire need of support, but I could not do anything."

"You helped the prince kidnap Lady Stark, Arthur." Morian said again. "But I understand about your situation, an honourable man like you could not just break oaths."

Arthur sighed in relief a bit when he heard it, but then, Morian continued.

"Which is why I'm giving you a choice now, Arthur. Your family, or your meaningless oath."

Arthur froze as he heard that. What does that mean?

"What do you mean, Prince Morian?" questioned Sir Oswell, frowning. "Your family answers to the Iron Throne, he does not need to choose."

"He does, sir," said Morian calmly. "Dorne is tired of the Iron Throne, the rest of the kingdom hate us, Aerys despises us, do you know what the king did to Elia's child, sir Oswell?"

Sir Oswell is silent.

"When Elia showed the child to the king, he mocked the child." continued Morian. "'She smelled Dornish', he said, like we are but a mere slave."

Morian then walked towards them, making Ashara scared. "Morian, what are you doing?!"

Morian ignored her words, and continued to walk to the torn Arthur.

Sir Oswell brandished his sword, and pointed it at Prince Morian. "I will ask you to take a step back, Prince Morian."

Morian once again ignored it, he then stood in front of Arhur, and offered his hand to him.

"Choose Arthur, my brother-in-law." said Morian calmly. "A meaningless oath from a king who hates us, or your people."

Arthur then stared at Morian's deep blue eyes, and stuttered. "I-"

Before he was about to answer him, a loud moan came from the top of the tower, echoing throughout the empty sky.

Morian frowned, and walked back to Ashara, making Ser Oswell alert.

"That cunt of a prince..." Morian grumbled. He aimed his strange stick at the window on top of the tower, and pressed the trigger, making a loud and thundering sound, breaking the glass on the window.

A scream then suddenly was heard from on top of the tower, making Ser Oswell panicked.

"Prince Morian! What have you done?!" shouted Sir Oswell, he looked at Arthur, and both of them nodded. Sir Oswell walked towards Morian, pointing his sword at him, while Arthur walked up the stairs, checking the condition.

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A/N: Do you all really want this to continue? you will wait a really long time if you want to... I need to finish my other fanfic first...

But, if any of you want to pick this up and expand my idea, you're welcome to try, I'll be sure to read your book. just comment on it if anyone wanted to continue this.