24. Elsewhere
Charcolt
Comic Fan
The sun was low but blazing when Arianne Martell made her way into Sunspear. The sun was always blazing in Dorne. There had been those who called her plan foolhardy ("an elaborate suicide," Sylva Santagar had called it), but she had done it. The line of Nymeria would endure despite its recent blunders. Perhaps it could even learn to thrive in this new world.
Despite all her anxiety, it had all gone somewhat simply. It had been easy to tie Oberyn's death to the Targaryen usurper, easy to label this new King Robert as the butcher of House Lannister and slayer of the Mountain. Perhaps he would gift her Lord Tywin's head as well. It was always enjoyable to meet a man amenable to reason. She smiled, one of the first real ones since her uncle had died.
Father had his protector, but Arianne had the people behind her. Perhaps he would be happier in retirement. To spend his last days among the children of Dorne and not the memories of the dead. The challenges of ruling Dorne were high. More than she had ever expected. At times she wanted to run to him for his wisdom, as she had as a young girl. But no. That door had closed forever.
Quentyn she had kept in Yronwood, though not before replacing Oberyn's garrison with her own loyalists. A knife pointed at her heart, but a dulled one without the lands she had confiscated and distributed to her cousins and knights. Perhaps there was some wisdom in mercy, but in truth the thought of another Martell dying left her hands shaking.
The days, weeks, months ahead would be difficult, but she too would endure. Unbroken still, if nothing else.
Tyene took her hand and squeezed it. There was work to do still, if Dorne was to become strong again. Lords and ladies to speak to, soldiers to raise, and-
Something in Arianne's stomach roiled and she emptied its contents on her cousin's bare feet.
"Oh dear."