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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THE MARTELLS had been engaged in intense meetings for the better part of a week. The entire family was there, from Qoren, to Qyle, to Aliandra, and, surprisingly, even Coryanne. The entire Martell royal family had been discussing their plan to infiltrate the capital whilst the realm was thrown into chaos by the death of the King.
It had barely been a week since King Viserys had died and a lot had happened. His eldest son was coronated as King by his mother, therefore usurping the throne from Princess Rhaenyra decades after she was declared the heir to the throne. Not only that, but a young lady had been stolen from within the walls of the Red Keep, thereby opening up the potential for a new marriage arrangement.
If all went according to plan, Aliandra Martell would become Aemond Targaryen's wife and a Princess of the Seven Kingdoms. That was the first part of the plan: send Aliandra to the capital under the pretense of arranging a marriage between House Martell and House Targaryen.
Aliandra had done absolutely nothing to conceal her rage upon finding out that it was she who would be sent into the belly of the beast. On one hand, it was an honor to be chosen for such a task, but on the other hand...marrying that one-eyed prince? A second son, the spare to the king? Aemond was now third in line behind Aegon's two young sons, an obstacle that Aliandra's father had yet to figure out how to handle.
Aliandra would do a lot of things, but killing children was not an option. She was ambitious, not murderous.
The day that Qoren announced he was sending his daughter to King's Landing, he had to end the meeting short, for Aliandra had exploded in disbelief. She then skipped the next meeting, invoking her father's wrath for her disrespect, though she couldn't bring herself to care. She didn't care that she had missed out on vital discussions or that she was far behind in the plan now.
She did not want to leave Dorne. She knew from the moment that her father had proposed this ludicrous plan that she would leave, but she did not think she would be leaving forever.
Aliandra stood on her balcony, her arms crossed over her chest as a soft sea breeze fluttered through her gown. She watched with a severe scowl as the carriages were prepared for the tomorrow's journey. They mustn't waste any more time, Qoren had said that morning during their last meeting. It was imperative that they catch up, for he was certain that there were already a dozen ladies being sent to court by fathers who wished to see their daughters become princesses.
The sun was sinking in the sky by the time that meeting had been concluded and the Martells and their councilmen went their separate ways. That had been several hours ago. It was nighttime now and Aliandra knew that tomorrow morning would be the last time she would see the beauty of her home.
Her heart was aching furiously as she watched the servants finish loading the last of her luggage into the carriages. A shadow crossed over her, blocking out the flickering light from the torches that lined her sandstone walls. She did not need to turn around to know that it was Myles Dalt that hovered behind her shoulder.
