Bringing the Dawn

XLVI.

Jaeron Targaryen

Sunspear, 300AC

When Oberyn Martell had smiled at him when he stated what he wanted to do and that he wanted himself and his brother to be a part of it, a weight lifted from him. Something that had been there for a long time as he remembered the last time he had stood in this very room and had not so subtly threatened the pair. Arthur pulling him aside when they were leaving so long ago ranting on how stupid it was and that he wanted to have them on their side. Instead, him doing so had made them neutral. Not ideal, but better than nothing. Yet now? Relief washed through his body in a way he had not experienced yet.

It appeared that both Prince Doran and Prince Oberyn were coming around.

Beforehand, they were partially bound by family through his deceased half-siblings. Now, they were bound through a joint hatred and through a betrothal. He felt guilt over the fact that he had basically offered Sansa like a broodmare when she was none-the-wiser, but he knew they would not accept a second daughter. He also did not want to face Arya if he had done so with her.

"Tell me, where was the beast seen?"

The younger Prince was walking beside him now, people clearing a path for both themselves and Ser Arthur, trying to ignore the hushed whispers as clearly it had seeped into Dorne just who he was. Not surprising with the Dayne's in support of him through Allyria. Arthur had sent a raven to his niece with Doran's approval to determine if there was a way she could pacify those following House Dondarrion to not fall back towards either Stannis, Renly, or gods forbid Joffrey. Remembering the words from his Kingsguard that sometimes it's not about how many allies a claimant has but how difficult it is for other claimants to get allies to win a war.

"Castle Darry, my Prince. And we know the Old Lion is in Harrenhal."

"Sticking around the Kings Road then, shouldn't be difficult to track him down."

No, it wouldn't be difficult to do so. What was going to be difficult was taking the brute down. Yes, he could just use Rhaegon or Lyrax and burn him to a crisp. It would be justice for him but he knew the Martell's wanted to put him through a whole lot worse than this. By now, they were outside and heading towards the beach. Lyrax gliding across the calm waters and his own mount lying on the white sand. Silver head raising as the dragon snorted loudly, clearly not trusting the Prince. Gently placing a hand on his snout and stroking the area to calm him before beckoning the two over- a small smile coming onto his face when he spotted Arthur look a little green at the thought of being in the air again. They couldn't ride on horses; it would take too much time. Time was something they did not have on their side currently. He could not remain here for long. The plan was to find the Mountain, take him back to Sunspear for whatever the Martell brothers had planned for him, head back to his own camp to see if Robb was successful in taking Castamere and the Crag, meet with the Tyrell's after receiving their raven, then for his aunt to report her findings whenever she made it back from the Stormland's.

By now, he was mounted on the dragons back. Arthur glaring at him for making him do this again and stating to Oberyn how best to mount. The older man had a look of interest on his face, not that he could blame him. How many people could say they had ridden a dragon? To date, it was three. Himself, Arthur Dayne, and Oberyn Martell. Once he was seated behind him, Arthur pulling himself up to wedge in between in case he tried something stupid. Jaeron doubted he would, but it was best to remain cautious. Especially because he wasn't exactly liked by the ruling House of Dorne for obvious reasons. Whilst it was reasons not in his control as he had not even been born yet, he still symbolised a lot to them.

A single word spoken was all it took for Rhaegon to leap into the sky and much to his annoyance, do a loop around Sunspear as if to show off. But after this, they turned northwest. Heading towards Vulture's Roost which they reached in under an hour before crossing over into the Reach. The less time spent in the Stormland's the better currently, the only House he somewhat felt safe around were the Dondarrion's but with Lord Beric being dead there was no certainty his successor would hold to the same values. Remaining low enough so he could see what was below them and still being shocked at just how little everything looked.