Dragons

Chapter 1

In dorne.
It was a festive day for dorne. One of its daughters was celebrating her sixteenth main day.
"This is a fine day."
Dorren said from where and his brother was sitting in the laughing gardens under a tree.
"The best. They are growing so fast. Obera, his oldest.
"Whatt do we no about the capatil?"
"They are making ready for a seach. The commonours are getting rebellios. They want more. Pety bawlish is the mast of coin, but I won't trust him. The Tyrels is trying to get their daughter betroved to the prince. But there is the starks in the way.
"And here we thought that we are doing them a favor. Here we think to marry our Arian to Willus."
"It will have to wait, for that."
"We can have our revenge, revenge that we have waited for years."
"Easy Oberyn. We must wait."
"For what I ask you. You would think that the time for avenging our sister is right."
"But it is not. Wait a few moons more."
"A few moons. No longer.
In the rose gardens.
"Not like that."
"But why not Grandmotherl. It looks well together."
"With the wrong collor it is deadly. Remember that."
"What do we no about the boy prince?"
"They say he beats his brother and sister."
"If it is true we will well no. Don't you worry about that Marg. We will well no soon."
"Now go dear. I need to think."
Margarey bows to her grand mother ans leave the gardens.
"It is time Willus. You must take charge now that I'm gone."
"Yes father. They say that he beats his brother and sister."
"I will hear the truth out, don't you worry."
The north.
How many stock do we have left?"
"Enough MyLord. It is not going as well as we would hope."
"I was thinking the same thing Mester. I was thinking that we should try again. Reaching out to the other Lords of the North. Together we can fill this hole in the market."
"You are right MyLord."
The two men walk out of the soler.
Nets smiles as he watch his oldest on to his but on the ground again."
"He is getting strong. A swordsman they would call him.
"Your son is doing well MyLord.
"I can tell mester Luwin."
In the capatil
Strike the dommey. No not like that! It will do you nothing!
Robert beratheon was watching his son sparr. And it was a sorry thing. The lad wasn't holding up. Robert have hoped that his age the boy would swing the hamer just like him. But it is for nought.
?we got word, Yourgrace."
"Lets go to the meating room."
"The smellfolk is getting more bolder by the day. They want food, and shalter."
"Let's just ignore them."
Cercei was waring lanister collors as she sit in the room.
"We cannot ignore them no longer YourGrace, there is a lot at stake. They just burn down the temple yesterday."
"The high septin wasn't pleased, but he went along with the sceam."
"Then let them have their sceams, we give nothing away."
"If you are sure YourGrace."