As I stand by the gates of kingslanding I see my uncle Tyrion, his sellsword and his squire approaching. "Uncle Tyrion I didn't think you would make it, thought you might still be in bed with your foreign whore" I smirk and jest at him he smiles back "Adelaide I have told you she is not a whore" I laugh and look down at him, "Then what is she a mistress?, wait you have to have a wife for her to be a mistress. Is she your lover then since she doesn't require payment?" I turn back around when I hear Bronn make a joke, "How many Dornishmen does it take to fuck a goat?" I groaned "That is not something I wish to discuss" at the same time Tyrion said, "Please don't." We stood around a while longer and I noticed the Dornishmen would be rather late upon their arrival. "Seems to me the smart place to meet travelers is in a tavern. That way one party is late, the other can drink some ale inside." I scoffed and turned to look at him "This is the prince of Dorne we are meeting, not your sellsword friends." Bronn decided to continue his complaining "If he is so damned important why did they send your uncle to greet him?" I glanced down at my uncle who seemed nervous "There is bad blood between the Martells and Lannisters has been for years, he is meant to be the diplomat."
"And if the Martells are looking to spill some Lannister blood might as well be yours, eh?" I turned and gave Bronn a shove "That won't happen, even if it were possible I wouldn't let them I am the princess of the seven kingdoms, Daughter of Robert Baratheon." Tyrion looked at his friend "No need for cynicism, Bronn." I hear horse hooves pounding the ground and turn around to see the Dornish party arriving, "Uncle they are here" he tries looking at the banners but can't see them properly he looks at me "Can you read the sigils?" I glance at the banners, "Wild lemons on a purple field, House Dalt of Lemonwood. A vulture grasping a baby in its talons, House Blackmont. A crowned skull, House Mnawoody of Kingsgrave." My uncle looks at me impressed "Girl knows her dornish houses, and house Martell, a red sun pierced by a spear? " I look at the banners once more before sighing "I don't see it, uncle."
The Dornishmen come to a halt in front of us, "His grace King Robert welcomes you in his name. My mother Queen Cersei sends her greetings as well. I am Adelaide Baratheon first born child of King Robert and Queen Cersei, princess of the seven kingdoms. This is my uncle Tyrion Lannister of casterly rock, master of coin. Forgive me but I do not see Prince Doran in your company." A guard leading the party spoke up "Prince Doran's health forces him to remain in Sunspear, he sends his brother Oberyn with his regards." I looked around and didn't see Prince Oberyn anywhere, "Where is Prince Oberyn, I was told we were to receive him as well?" The guard smirked at me, "He arrived before dawn, princess." I looked to my uncle as the party of Dornishmen rode towards the red keep, "We must find Prince Oberyn before he kills somebody or several somebodies." I looked at both of the men "You're famous for fucking half of Westeros. You just arrived in the capital after two weeks of bad roads, where would you go?" With that said my uncle, Bronn and I headed towards the street of silk.
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The last Baratheon
FanfictionAdelaide Baratheon has always been her father's daughter, she grew up admiring him, hunting with him and learning from him. Adelaide was the odd one out in her family she was a true stag while her brothers and sisters were gold headed lions while Ce...
