The Best Spear of Westeros

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The months passed and in his seventh month of life Doran spoke his first words.

Prince Arthur had just returned from a trip to Estermont. On his way back his ship was attacked by pirates, fortunately the prince was not injured in the confrontation. Worried about the attack, the whole family gathered around the family patriarch, and Princess Dorna decided to hold a party in honor of her husband, who returned home safely.

Arthur tried to protest but knew that once his wife made a decision there was no stopping her.

Invitations were sent out and soon Sunspear was filled with many nobles from far and wide.

Doran finally met his extended family.

The first to arrive at Sunspear was Arron Martell, his great granduncle. His appearance was the first thing he noticed, he was nothing like the other Martells!

At first glance you couldn't tell they were related by blood.

Arron has pale porcelain skin, short silver-golden hair with some gray, and bright lilac eyes.

`He looks like an elf!`

His facial features are delicate and soft. He is a beautiful man, an Adonis in real life. He is quite tall and in very good physical shape, as expected from The First Spear of Dorne. Arron is the best spear of Westeros, called the White Snake by many.

`He's twelve years older than my grandmother but he doesn't look even forty!`

Arron is very serious, cautious, careful, and obedient. He serves House Martell as Master of Arms. He normally lives in Sunspear but last year his mother's, Princess Daenerys, health got worse and he moved to the Water Gardens to take care of her.

The first time he met Doran he was visibly scared to drop him, his grandmother and his mother wasted no time in making fun of him. In the end poor Arron's face was redder than the blood oranges of Dorne.

"You've known them since they were younger than Doran and you still can't handle their teasing." Trystanne pats him on the back and smirks at him.

"And you won't be able to raise your hands to scratch your chin when I'm done with you Trystanne. Best Sword of Dorne bah. Let's see how you handle the best spear of Westeros." Arron's response is scathing and his smile quite bloody.

Trystanne swallowed nervously.

He knows how brutal Arron can be. The veteran fought in several Blackfyre rebellions and emerged victorious in all battles; his spear took the lives of more than half a dozen descendants of Daemon Blackfyre. Which is pretty ironic considering Daemon could have been his father in another life.

Doran laughs at the adults' interactions.

"Aw. Look how adorable my son is." Obella grabs her son from her uncle's arms and lifts him up into the air. Showing the world her son. "He is the cutest baby in the world!" She says proudly.

Doran blushed a bit and groaned.

"Mama!"

They all freeze.

Obella's eyes widen and she gapes at her son for two seconds before smiling brightly and pulling him to her chest.

"Can you say that again my sweetling?" Her voice is soft but anxious.

The other Martells surround them and look expectantly at the baby.

"Say papa, Doran!" Trystanne intervenes.

"No! Say Grandmama" Dorna interrupts him.

"That's too long, niece. Doran say uncle!"

"No! Say mama!"

"No, say grandpapa grandson." Even the normally serious Arthur joined in.

And so the baby prince found himself surrounded by cobras, all fighting each other with him in the middle.

"The Martells are very competitive," he shudders slightly at the memory.

But that experience was nothing compared to the moment Lewyn was told that Doran said his first word. It was that same afternoon, they met in a large room filled with sofas and chairs with comfortable cushions. One wall had large windows facing the sea and beautiful tapestries and paintings covered the other walls.

Lewyn had been in his class with Maester Wulfric when Arron arrived so he missed the moment.

When told that Doran said his first word the prince's eyes widened with surprise, a big smile on his face. But then as if struck by lightning he froze and looked at the baby with his big golden eyes.

"I was not there." His eyes fill with tears and his lip begins to tremble. "You said your first word and I wasn't there!" He looks at him as betrayed. As if Doran had committed the most terrible of sins.

Dorna and Arthur tried to calm their son but once the tears started to fall they wouldn't stop. He cried and sobbed.

Doran shuddered, he didn't want to cause his little uncle so much pain.

He wanted to comfort him but he was still too small to be able to walk on his own, instead he extended his hands to his uncle. His mother caught his intention and brought her son closer to her little brother. She knelt on the ground and Doran touched Lewyn's face.

He didn't look at him, he closed his eyes tightly and looked away.

"Lewyn." Obella scolded him. The boy ignored her and just sobbed louder.

"Len," Doran said. The little boy opened his eyes and looked at his nephew through his tears. Doran repeated the sound and a big smile appeared on his uncle's face.

"He said my name!" He screamed very loudly. He turned to his parents. "Dory said my name! Did you hear it?!"

"Yes my sweetling." The Princess of Dorne smiles gently at them.

Arthur nods with a rare smile.

"I can't believe my son said his uncle's name before calling me papa." Trystanne complains with slumped shoulders. Arron pats him on the back.

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The next day House Toland arrived, they are cousins ​​of House Martell.

The current Lady of House Toland is Maya Martell, daughter of Maron Martell and Daenerys Targaryen. She married Lord Willem Toland and together they had a son, Steffon. Their son is 4 years younger than the Princess of Dorne and is married to Lady Joanne Tarth (younger sister of the Lord of Tarth). Together they have two sons: Michael, who is a year older than Lewyn, and Theodan, who is two years older than Doran.

Maya Martell is a mix of Rhoynar and Valyrian, she has olive skin and dark hair with some gray but her eyes are lilac and her features are more Targaryen than Martell.

Her descendants on the other hand have the typical appearance of a salty Dornishman's, with only a slight Valyrian influence in their features.

Maya is a woman of strong character, passionate and with a fierce temper. A hot-blooded dornishwoman from head to toe.

She always has a smirk on her face, like she knows something you don't. She is quick to anger and reacts quite violently once provoked.

Like her younger brother Arron, she is a seasoned warrior. But where her brother prefers the spear, her weapon of choice is a rare, expensive, and deadly whip with a dragon skin handle, which she always carries with her. It is said that she often puts poison on the end of the whip, but no one has been able to prove it.

Her husband, on the other hand, is a calm and very patient man. He is used to putting out fires caused by his wife. Lord Willem has the typical appearance of a salty dornishman: olive skin, dark eyes and hair. He is not very tall or physically fit but he is slim and slender. He is a scholar, he even studied at the Citadel in his youth where he forged a dozen chains.

Their son inherited his father's appearance but his personality is quite different from both his parents. Steffon is quite a bitter man, his eyes are full of resentment and he always has a scowl on his face.

`Looks like he just sucked on a lemon`

His wife, Lady Joanne, has blonde hair and blue eyes. She is an ordinary looking woman, she could not be called a beauty but she is not ugly either. What spoils her appearance is the look on her face, it seems that she is smelling something unpleasant.

`Oh Merlin. These two remind me of Snape and Petunia!`

Luckily Michael only inherited his father's looks and not his personality. At first he was shown as a rather shy boy but as soon as Lewyn invited him to play knights a big smile broke out on his face and he followed the young prince.

Not much can be said about Theoden, he is just a two year old baby. His appearance is a mix of his parents, he has his mother's blonde hair but his father's complexion and eyes. He is a pretty cute baby.

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