Leaving Dorne

I had only been in Dorne for a couple of days, but even that felt like too long. I wouldn't be staying any longer. There was no point. I had no time, turning down a hall I stopped in front of a door.

*TOK* *TOK*

"Enter," the soothing voice of Elia Martell drifted out.

Opening the door I realized Elia sat in the same position she had sat in when I first arrived in Dorne staring out the window. She wore a black dress with gold stitching's no doubt dressed up for the feast tonight.

"You're leaving already?" I could hear the sadness in her voice and yet she hadn't turned around to be sure it was me.

"I have no choice-"

"Yes you do we always do."

She was right. I had a choice and it was pretty simple, sit here in Dorne where nothing important really happens or go back to Essos and continue preparing for the future.

"Sometimes we have to choose the option we least want." I could visibly see her nod although her back was to me, she turned around tears in her eyes. I didn't know exactly how I should feel, my heart didn't ache if anything it seemed to stop as she stared at me with such caring eyes.

"At least give me a hug before you go," I nodded stepping forward. I wrapped my arms around her completely overshadowing her in height.

"You must return, not only do I need you but so does Rhaenys. She's so lonely here and I can't do much to help her. If where you were going wasn't so dangerous we would both follow you."

"I'll return often but uncle Doran mustn't find out."

"He tried to Betroth Arianne to you?"

"Yes and I've already told him no, Arianne doesn't wish to be queen of the 7 kingdoms." I broke the hug looking down at my mother.

"It's too bad Doran to blind to see it, that girl is nothing like me she'd never fall head over heels for some white haired prince." She seemed to chuckle as she joked about herself.

"Apologize to Rhaenys for me. I won't be able to see her before I leave."

"That's probably for the best."

I didn't understand but for some reason she seemed to be able to read my thoughts, I began to wonder if my mother really spent the last 10 or so years staring out that window. She seemed more aware of the thoughts of the Dornish Royal family then even Doran himself.

"Give this to her when you see her," I pulled out a small scroll rolled together and tied with a red ribbon.

As she took the scroll I turned to leave, closing the door behind me I did my best to ignore the sound of sobbing coming from the room. Journeying back to my room I closed the door behind me. It was finally time to return back to Essos but before that, I'd need to grab my things.

*QWOO*

The tower of Joy

There they were, my sword and egg still rested off to the side picking them up. I tightened the hem of my robe. Only now realizing I had forgotten to change back into my leather pants. Grabbing the sack holding the Egg I threw it over my shoulder now I was ready to head back.

*QWOO*

Essos

The sun hadn't yet set and the streets were only moderately filled. It was crazy to think that I had travelled halfway across the world more than once in the past few days. Entering the Inn Kyra was currently staying at I braced myself wondering how this conversation would go. Opening the door there I could see her anger from where I stood. Her shoulders tensed as I shot the door behind me.

"So you've finally returned care to fill me in on where you've been disappearing to?"

I wouldn't tell her I've been in Dorne, to her it would seem impossible.

"None of that matters now, we need to rejoin the khalasar but before we do that we need to talk."

I had already decided to go the straight and narrow path.

"Have you found someone one new to protect you? Someone you can control to do your bidding at a whim?"

"It's about your mother." She went silent as I began to speak.

"You may or not be aware that she was poisoned." Looking into her eyes she didn't have to speak I understood.

"Is that the reason you swear allegiance to my uncle. With his power it wouldn't be difficult to find out who did it."

"He wouldn't tell me, he said I wasn't ready."

"Well I've already solved the mystery it's why I've been gone for the past few days, it wasn't easy to find out." It wasn't particularly hard but she didn't need to know that.

"Are you going to tell me or do you want my allegiance. Say it now and every part of me will belong to you."

Now I understood why she seemed so stiff, every day she spent protecting was another day she failed to solve the murder of her mother. She was offering everything to me right now, I expected to feel some kind of guilt. I was manipulating her just like my uncle had and yet instead I felt relieved. Was I really such a control freak or was it something else. Fear of being betrayed maybe? I wasn't sure but I had her in my palms now.

"My uncle never had any intention of helping you find the killer of your mother. Like I said with his power finding out who killed your mother should be pretty simple. So why has it taken so long?"

He had grown complacent; it wasn't like he was good at keeping secrets. It was only a matter of time before Kyra would have found out she was his bastard daughter.

"My uncle is the one who had your mother poisoned."

"Why would he do that? He took me in after she died. My mother was a commoner she spent most of her days serving as a server in inns. Why would Prince Doran want her dead?" This was one of those moments when everything you thought you knew was being put to test. I could see it in her eyes, her respect for my uncle had blinded her now it was obvious why she hadn't discovered it sooner.

"Because she was a reminder of a mistake he made. A dent in his shield of honor. She was the mother of his bastard child."

"You're wrong, that doesn't make any sense. I would know."

"Would you really? He took you in, gave you a place to call home. In return you were trained to be a sand snake to one day protect the Martell's. Had My uncle Oberyn not noticed the way Doran was treating you, you wouldn't be here now."

"Why didn't he kill me as well?"

"Because even Diran fears being dubbed a Kinslayer." Maybe it was for some other reason, it didn't matter though Kyra was just an item Doran found useful. Had I been Kyra I may have exploded in anger and yet she held it in. The way she clenched her jaw gave her away.

"You win, I'll be yours every part of me but I want revenge." This whole conversation had led to this one moment, it shouldn't have been this easy. Looking at Kyra I understood she had decided serving me wouldn't be as bad as serving Doran. At the very least I would have no need to lie to her face.

"I can't promise you Doran who's to say someone else won't take his life. But soon you'll have the option of taking someone he loves from him. That should be enough for now."

"If I have a chance to take his life I'm taking it with or without your help." Kyra had made her point, I couldn't currently do anything to change that. Right now she was sort of a loose cannon, I didn't like that.

"So will you take me here and now?" She wore a pair of tight leather pants that showed off her ass. She wore a short top that only reached her belly. She wore a stoic face as if offering her body meant nothing to her.

Taking a step forward I gripped her chin, she was beautiful. "No, I'll wait as you said you belong to me now."

"What's Drogo up to?" I couldn't help but wonder, soon his wife would give birth and his hands would be full.

"His search for a wife has spread far and wide. It won't be long before he makes a choice."

I found it amusing but I had a feeling I knew who he would pick. Returning to the Dothraki would be fun.

"We'll rest for the night we begin our journey at first light.