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Chapter 02: Daeron, the Prince of the Sun
After the victory at Tumbleton, Daeron the Daring commanded the remainder of his armies to march towards King's Landing. However, he sought allies to solidify his position. Amid the battle, he found the Valyrian sword Vigilance, which belonged to House Hightower, fallen on the battlefield as Ormund Hightower had also perished.
"My friends, brothers, and warriors, today we bleed, sweat, and die for a cause. I promise there will be glory. I want you to surround King's Landing, protect my nephews and sister and my beloved mother. Send ravens to inform the king that I will return for them, but I must go on another mission. This is an order," he said with authority.
"Yes, my lord!" the lords responded.
Despite everything, he was undeterred. Mounted on Tessarion, alongside Vermithor and Silverwing, he flew in search of his new target. Although he wanted to go straight to King's Landing, the young Stark and the Northerners would be a significant problem to deal with. The Green Prince pursued another issue.
It was a calm morning for the Dornish in the city, unaware that a Targaryen prince was near, flying over the hot sky with small clouds and a radiant sun.
Then, a Dornish soldier said, "Hey, have you ever seen three points in the sky before?" Dornish Captain: "No, what do you see? They must be seagulls."
"Wait, that's not a bird... Sir, look, they’re dragons!" Dornish Captain: "This... It can't be! Alert Lord Qoren Martell! Now!"
In the sky, the young prince flew towards Dorne on his dragon. Descending at high speed, he startled the populace. Silverwing burned all the city’s scorpions, and in the end, Daeron landed in the forest of Sunspear.
What intrigued him most was that none of the Dornish soldiers seemed afraid; they appeared ready to attack and kill the prince.
"Calm down, I'm here under a white flag of peace," he said calmly. “Die, Dragon Spawn!” a Dornish soldier shouted.
But a calm and rough voice said, "Let him in! I cold kill him but i will not do it this time." The lord shouted with a soft and calm voice, with a tone of venom, "I never thought I’d see a dragon spawn in my life."
"Yes, my prince," the soldiers said, allowing the prince to walk towards him.
Upon arrival, Daeron found the Prince of Dorne before him, named Qoren Martell, with a cup of wine in his chambers.
Daeron then entered, standing tall and dignified. "Prince Qoren, I come seeking a marriage alliance. Together, we can strengthen our houses and bring peace to the Seven Kingdoms."
Qoren raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You want me, who despises the Targaryens, to agree to a marriage alliance? Aren’t you promised to the loud talkers?"
Daeron frowned, confused. "Who, my Lord?"
Qoren let out a laugh. "Do you have no sense of humor? I'm not a lord, I'm a prince. By the way, I was referring to the Baratheons. Here, drink this wine; it’s better than the Reach’s, I assure you."
Daeron shook his head. "Right... But I am not promised to anyone. My apologies, my prince. In return for your alliance, I offer a Valyrian steel sword as well, should the traitorous houses fall."
Qoren's eyes gleamed with interest, but he maintained a stern expression. "Ah, always straight to the point, hm? Very well. I will not and never bend the knee, but... Soldiers, bring my dear daughter; I want her to come here!"
Aliandra Martell entered the room, walking gracefully and proudly. With long wavy black hair, brown skin, and brown eyes, she was a very beautiful lady. Qoren looked her in the eyes. "My dear, I have a question for you. This boy came here without any fear and asked for your hand. Should I help the dragon spawn or not? Do you want to marry him? The choice is yours; for you, I’d perform miracles."
Aliandra looked at Daeron, her eyes evaluating the Targaryen prince. After a moment, she stepped forward and said, "If it brings peace and benefit to Dorne, I accept, but I want to be free."
Qoren nodded slowly. "Very well, Daeron. It seems you have our alliance. But remember, if you betray our trust, no dragon will save you from the wrath of Dorne in your life. One child will be of Dorne, and the other a Targaryen.
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Daeron bowed respectfully. "Thank you for your trust, Prince Qoren. Together, we will build a better future for all, I promise."
Daeron remained in Sunspear, getting to know the Dornish court better and solidifying the alliance. He met other important members of Dorne's nobility, including:
Sir Lewyn Dayne: A renowned warrior and commander of Dorne's army, known for his loyalty and skill with the sword, sharing military tactics and strategies.
Generals Ryon Qorgyle and Nymeros Fowler: Two experienced generals who commanded much of Dorne's forces. Ryon, with his strategic mind, and Nymeros, with his combat prowess, became key players in Daeron's alliance.
Lady Meria Jordayne: A shrewd political and diplomatic advisor. She helped Daeron understand the complex web of alliances and rivalries within Dorne and beyond.
On that same day, Daeron and Aliandra Martell began to get to know each other better. Despite the initial distrust, the young princess realized Daeron’s sincerity in seeking lasting peace. On a quiet evening, while walking through the gardens of Sunspear, Daeron expressed his gratitude and respect for Aliandra.
"I know our union won’t be easy, but your father is astute..." Daeron said, looking into her eyes. "But I believe that together we can change the course of this war and bring peace to our peoples."
Aliandra smiled softly. "I believe so too, Deron—oops..."
“Deron? These Dornish, My name is Daeron my lady.”
She smiled, "Whatever. Hm... Well Daeron the Young Dragon is good too... " Daeron smiled and said "This is better!"
With the alliance sealed, Dorne began mobilizing its forces. Prince Lewyn Dayne, Ryon Qorgyle, and Nymeros Fowler worked tirelessly to gather the Dornish armies. Daeron sent messages to his commanders, coordinating the movements of the troops towards King's Landing.
In a large war council, Daeron and his new allies outlined the strategy. "Our goal is to take King's Landing quickly," Daeron explained, pointing to the map. "We need to cut off the enemy forces before they have a chance to react."
"I agree," said Lewyn Dayne. "Our forces must move swiftly and with precision. Surprise will be our greatest advantage."
"We have the power of the dragons," added Ryon Qorgyle. "Let’s use them to intimidate and disperse the enemies."
With the plans laid out, Daeron bid farewell to Aliandra, promising to return soon. "Come back safely," she said, embracing him. "Dorne will be waiting for you."
Daeron mounted Tessarion, with Vermithor and Silverwing by his side, and led the Dornish army towards King's Landing. The journey was arduous, but the allied forces remained steadfast and determined.
As they approached Prince Pass in Dorne, Daeron gave one final speech to his troops. "Today, we will fight not just for our kingdoms but for a future of peace and prosperity. Let’s show the world the strength of our alliance and ensure the Targaryens rule with justice and wisdom, and your glory too will be remembered."
With a roar of approval, the armies advanced, the dragons soaring majestically above. The battle for King's Landing was about to begin, and Daeron the Daring was determined to emerge victorious and bring justice to all, whether good or evil.
"My Prince, he’s not that insignificant after all, is he?" Lord Dayne remarked.
"Get out of my way. I’m doing this for my daughter and nothing else. Let’s move forward—I have my own ambitions and a score to settle... Lord Dayne, do you recall my house words?"
"Yes, my prince. 'Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.' We never forget them..., Good, let’s proceed." What might House Martell be planning with this alliance?