The Sea Dragon (House of the dragon fanfic)

28: Dorne

3rd P.O.V

As Aegon set sail to find himself a wife, at the ripe age of six and ten, it should have be an easy task.

However he has not found the perfect match, most Lords brought forth their youngest daughters of two and ten which was not acceptable to the young prince.

Leaving High Garden and reaching Dorne, Aegon found himself being welcomed by the Prince Trystean Martell himself and his three sisters.

As Aegon stepped off his dragon he remembered his father's words, 'To trust a Martell is to be disappointed.'

Aegon kept whose words close in mind and approached the prince and his sisters. They all bowed and Aegon's eyes fell onto one of the princess whom gave him a polite smile.

"Prince Aegon it is a great honor to have you here, Dorne is beautiful place to be, besides the heat. I would like you to meet my sisters, Princess Obara Martell, Princess Amara Martell and Princess Elia Martell."

Elia Martell, Aegon thought as he kissed the beck of her hand and watched as her cheeks turned into a light shade of red.

"Moving on, our Dornish customs are very special to us, here in Dorne we do not care of tastes, names or power" Trystean stated as he showed Aegon around, the Princess following behind.

As they entered the Castle, Aegon couldn't help but look at the beautiful portraits, "Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. Our house words, coming all the way from our ancestors, when Aegon the Conqueror, conquered the Seven kingdoms Dorne had not bent the knee..."

"Spare me the history lessons, prince. However I have heard of your alliance with the triachy to take the StepStone" Aegon questioned, Trystean was speachless and his mouth was left open.

"I would like to have some time with the young Princess, Elia?" Aegon said as he looked from Trystean to his sister, the girl was as red as a tomato.

"With my brother as my escourt, my prince?" Elia spoke up as her sisters all looked at her, "If you wish, princess" Aegon said as he walked towards Elia, gently taking her hand and walking past Trystean, a smirk on his face.

As Elia and Aegon walked the gardens, he couldn't help but admire her beauty in the sun, and how beautiful her hair swayed over her shoulder.

"My prince?' Elia asked snapping Aegon from his trance. "Elia, may I call you Elia, princess?" Aegon asked as Elia nodded her head.

"So Elia, as beautiful as you are, must be married or even betrothed" Aegon said but Elia smiled and looked down, "I appreciate the compliment, my prince, but I am only five and ten, my brother says I am not of age yet"

"I could prove your brother wrong, I could marry you now and burn your brother" Aegon joked. Elia let out a soft laugh and continued walking.

Their conversation continued until the sun had finally set, learning things of each other, and Elia even had Aegon's hair cut.

Aegon adored the woman, not just from her beauty but she is smarter than most woman he met.

Day after day, they would walk the same path, from when the sun rose to when it set. Until Aegon finally found the courage to ask Prince Trystean for a marriage proposal.

Aegon walked into the castle, Trystean sat on his throne as he did most of his days, "Prince Aegon, I hope you are well" Trystean sounded more cheerful than he had when they first met.

Elia stood beside her brother, her eyes not leaving Aegon once. "Trystean, I have a proposal for you" Aegon said, his eyes not leaving Elia.

"Speak it" the prince said, "I would like to marry your sister, the Princess Elia Martell and unite our houses, and in return you will withdraw your alliance with the triachy"

Trysean was stunned, a marriage pack to withdraw from the triachy, was it worth it? He sat and thought hard about it and sighed, "Well then, a marriage proposal is wonderful news"

××××

Mother, Father

I am to marry the Princess Elia Martell of Dorne within the next moon, this is to invite you to the wedding.

I know you will not miss it. The wedding will be in Dorne, as wished from my betrothed.

××××

Dealora stepped off her dragon, Vyrax, and was immediatly engulfed into a hug by Aegon, how he missed his mother, he has been gone for the past six moons.

Next to Dealora stood Daemon, whom stood tall trying not to look affected by the heat but most definitely was.

Aegon hugged all his other siblings and his poor father, but just as he was looking around and found no Aemond.

A massive shadow blocked the sun's heat, they all looked up and saw Vhagar. Aemond landed just behind the castle and walked over to Aegon.

"Brother!" Aemond yelled and ran to his brother then to Aerion. As everyone was having their moments with each other. Viserys and Dealora approached Prince Trystean.

"My queen, my King" both Trystean and Elia said as they bowed, "No need for that, you are family now" Dealora said as she took both Elia's hands in hers.

"Dorne is beautiful and so are you" Dealora said as she saw the girl was as red as a tomato. As Viserys and Trystean discussed their Triachy war, Aegon and Elia showed everyone around.

The castle, the gardens, the waters and everything beautiful.

××××

Aegon stood as nervous as he could be, standing near the septa. It had been over ten minutes since the wedding and Elia was nowhere to be seen.

Trystean came rushing through to the septa and whispered something to him. But the exact moment he turned, Elia stood at the end of the path, a smile on her face and hope in her eyes.

Aegon felt relieved that she had not run away or worse. The wedding went through, Dornish customs, Dornish wine, a true Dornish wedding.

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