The Red Viper and The Dragon Princess X Oberyn Martell L.S

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: Traitors & Set Backs

299 AC

The letter had arrived late into the night. Visenya had been in her tent with Shireen, Daario, Ser Arthur, Ser Oswell, Ser Gerald and Ser Barristan, when one of the sentries that had been watching the outside of the camp by the road burst into her tent to say a carriage and her daughter Sarella and her men had been sighted coming down the road. Visenya had instantly risen to her feet, "Ser Oswell ride hard for Riverrun and tell them that Robb needs to summon his lords immediately to gather in the courtyards and then go into the Reach camp and tell Lord Tyrell the same. Ser Gerald got to Jace's tent, tell him that he and Roslin need to join us and someone wake Dany. Ser Barristan I need you to get some of the Dothraki to prepare the horses and I want a contingency of fifty men ready to take over guard duty on the carriage once they reach the camp," she ordered as she bundled Shireen into a warm cloak and pulled hers on.

The men immediately followed her orders, Ser Arthur following after his queen as she rushed Shireen out of her tent. The little girl, who looked like she could be Visenya's daughter, held the dragon queen's hand and looked around wide eyed at the commotion going through the camp. She could see Ser Oswell on a horse riding hard to the keep and she could see many of the men collecting their weapons and forming an isle through the camp as the party of people approached.

Sarella, dressed in dornish leather armor, rode at the head of the party. Two dothraki men on either side of her and five dozen men surrounding the carriage on every side. The carriage was a reinforced prison wagon, the had been lined with metal formed by dragon fire. It had unbreakable and it had been lined through the whole thing, making it impossible for the prisoners to escape without the door being opened.

Jace, Roslin, Dany, Ser Gerald and Ser Barristan joined them waiting outside Visenya's tent. Valyrian had heard the commotion and his huge head was now visible over top of the tent as he watched what was going on curiously. Men closed in behind the carriage after it entered the camp, Visenya was pleased to see every single one had a weapon of some kind. The minute Jace saw Sarella, he understood what was happening and he grinned to his naneth.

Sarella journeyed triumphantly through the camp, sounds of cheers and weapons beating against shields in welcome were heard in the other camps. Visenya stood silently and watched it all even as Shireen cheered and Jace was heard shouting over his cousin's victory. When they reached where the Queen Regent stood, silence fell across the camp as Sarella dismounted. Just behind her on a horse of her own, surrounded by five warriors, was a disguised Arya Stark who was sharing her horse with an older boy with the dark hair and blue all Baratheon's shared. Visenya knew instantly that the boy was a bastard.

"Welcome back Sarella, I see our en devour was successful," she said smiling slightly. Sarella grinned back, "Some sleeping powder in their food, a riot formed by the littlest Stark and we were able to smuggle them out of the castle with no problems. The big guy woke half way to High Heart and the old one woke just after I sent you that raven," she explained as Arya and the boy dismounted. Sarella gestured them forward and Arya stepped up with awe in her eyes.

Arya Stark had heard a lot of stories about Visenya Targaryen, formerly known as Daella. When she was a child, Old Nan had told stories upon stories of her and even her father had spoken of her exploits. She had wanted to be just like her, a warrior under the command of no man. To now stand before the warrior princess, it was like all her dreams were coming true.

She tried to curtsy but just gave up and bowed her head, "Queen Visenya," she greeted happily. Visenya smiled slightly, Robb and her had spoke over the excitement of the younger girl and how she aspired to be just like the two Visenya's of legend. The boy next to Arya bowed his head hesitantly, "Gendry Storm, your grace," he said as his greeting. Visenya looked him over, top to bottom, "Your Robert's bastard?" she asked, her eyes daring him to lie to her. Gendry gulped but nodded, "Aye, my mother was a wench from one of the alehouses in King's Landing," he explained softly, hoping he would keep his head.