𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓
❛ she wanted nothing
more than the strange
silver-haired queen ❜
━━ IN WHICH a foreign princess arrives at king's landing with a plot but finds herself side-tracked by the queen whose dream...
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DORNE WAS a place of extravagant beauty, prosperity, and freedom. Dorne was a place where people were free to do as they wished, where people could love freely and openly, where people did not have to worry about the social consequences of their actions.
Aliandra Martell loved Dorne more than anything. It was her home, her life. The blood that pumped through her veins was purely Dornish. It tethered her to her home, to her people. Every morning and every evening, Princess Aliandra would stand on the balcony connected to her expansive room and gaze across the castle and the kingdom that would one day be hers.
Dorne was a vast region, and though Aliandra's home resided in the farthest part of the peninsula, she had traveled to almost every part of Dorne. She had taken in the sights and become familiar with her people, the people she would one day rule as the Princess of Dorne.
Sunspear stretched across the end of the Dornish peninsula, its sprawling sandstone walls a sight to behold. There were three Winding Walls in total, each comprising of miles upon miles of passageways and alleys, boisterous bazaars, and secretive courts that met in the darkness of the night. Beyond Sunspear lay the Shadow City, which had been constructed against the farthest Winding Wall. On the other three sides of the beautiful castle was the Summer Sea in all its shining, shimmering glory.
A sea breeze swept across the castle, the scent of salt and sulfur tickling Aliandra's nose as she rested her hip against the stone railing of her balcony. Her arms were crossed over her chest, which was adorned in a sheer crimson gown that fluttered in the sweet breeze.
The sun was beginning to peek from the horizon and was spreading its long, golden fingers across the walls, illuminating the beautiful castle and the sandy regions beyond. It was a warm summer day as Aliandra admired her home, her lips pulled with a soft, wistful smile. She hoped she might never leave Dorne, for she could not imagine a more beautiful place than it.
A low groan emitted from within Aliandra's quarters, drawing the princess from her wistful thoughts. She glanced over her shoulder, her smile fading slightly as Myles Dalt began to stir from his sleep. His ink-black hair was tousled and his dark brown eyes were still fogged with sleepiness.
Aliandra watched in silence as Myles slowly sat up, her silk sheets slipping from his torso, revealing his toned body. Her lips curled with a smirk when Myles stretched his arms high over his head, flexing all of his muscles as he stretched. Finally, the boy seemed to notice Aliandra's watchful gaze. His arms fell back on the bed as he caught her gaze. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice thick and raspy from sleep. "It is quite early."
The princess shrugged as she crossed the balcony and slipped back into her room. "I am always up with the sun," she murmured as she moved to her bedside table and poured a chalice of water from the carafe.
