Kingslayer [Game of Thrones] ✓

Blissful moments in an era of pain

Sitting and brushing her sons hair Medusa sings softly to him and her husband to be who holds her by her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, their youngest son sleeping peacefully on the bed. It was the day of their wedding before the gods. The day that would legitimise both their sons even by Westerosi law. The day that would unite the young couple that had dreamt of each other for many years before finally truly finding each other and with that themselves.

Medusa let's Avalon slide out of her lap, instead soon having Jaqens head rest in it. Laughing softly she begins to brush his hair as well while continuing to sing and hum with her family this close she knows that the world could end that very moment and she wouldn't regret a thing. "Jaqen.." he hums. "I want a daughter." He blinks at her, surprised, yet not surprised. "We shall try." She smiles. "So you do want more children!" "If they are both yours and mine yes. Yes I do." She laughs. "I couldn't even dream of another to be their father."

The wedding was small, yet large. Only Matosi nobility as witnesses but all of Matos in celebration. Their Queen finally had showed them the King she deemed worthy to lead them.
Jaqen looks out into the crowd, smiling slightly. Never had he dreamed to be cheered for by so many people, just while embracing the woman he loves. Yet there he was. And although he felt uncertain of what to do with all this new admiration coming his way he knows that she would teach him. Green eyes look at him, sparkling with happiness and he kisses her deeply, savouring the fact that it was him who had made her smile in such way. A nothing. A no one.

Oberyn Martells eyes rest upon the island of Matos. He knows too well to not get caught between the war fronts and to ask her for refuge was his only chance to keep his family safe. In the distance he can already see guards awaiting them. It was more than well known that any man or woman trying to come on land would be sent back without a head by the Queen herself but he had to try. His brother and nephew were too stubborn to see the danger they were in. He wasn't and if he were to die he'd rather die by the hand of the Serpent queen than by that of the sister of the man who had betrayed his sister to her death or fighting on the side of the man who had slaughtered her and her children.

"Your highness. Dornish ships. They have white flags hissed." "Oberyn Martell..", Medusa hums. "Why would he come here?" "There is only one thing me and Oberyn Martell have in common.. all we want is to protect our families. He's asking for refuge." Looking at Jaqen she hums. "Shall we give it to him, my King?" The man's gaze falls onto their sons, then he looks back at her. "The moment his eyes linger on you, my Queen, I will kill him and send his family back." She smiles. "Bring him and his family to the palace. We won't hunt away a man trying to save his daughters."

Setting anchor Oberyn watches in anticipation as the guards march onto deck. "Oberyn Martell?" He nods. "The King and Queen allow you and your family refuge." Relief fills his chest at the man's words. "However, the King has merely agreed under the conditions that if you are to merely look at the Queen wrong he will have your head for it. Follow me."

With his daughters and paramour trailing behind he does as asked, soon entering the familiar palace. Standing there is the Serpent Queen and her sons, however the man beside her he doesn't need to know to recognise. His children, after all, are his walking mirror images. It is the faceless man she had fallen for. The faceless man she had made king of the strongest defensive and offensive army in generations. An army she had built. To have someone of such cruel precision at the head of this power was intimidating to say the least. "Oberyn Martell." "Medusa Meer." "It is H'gar now. Medusa H'gar.", she says, cracking a small smile. "There are guest quarters for you and your children, their mother. However.. as my guards without a doubt informed you.. your stay here is depending on your behaviour. If anything you, your children or your paramour do that harms me, my family or our people in the slightest I will end you and send off your lineage for extinction. Matos is not willing to fight for people undeserving of our protection. Many things you will come to have to adapt to living here. Our food will be the smallest problem. There is no true aristocracy here. My family is what commands the island of Matos for we earned their trust and their loyalty. Our nobility is responsible for helping those working beneath them and make sure they have a decent living too. And if they put hands on someone they will be held accountable like any other man. Punishment for harming another mildly is beating. Punishment for harming someone badly is whipping. Punishment for bringing someone close to or make someone die is death by torture. A lesson that is the reason why most of our noble houses are as young as my reign." The dark green eyes stare at them. "Another thing. You will find no brothels on all of Matos. When I decided to allow women to train to fight they very quickly joined our forces, leaving all of such establishments abandoned..." "All women are allowed to fight?" The oldest daughter of Oberyn Martell asks curiously. "Certainly. I am sure of every Matosis loyalty to be as unwavering to me as mine is to them. If we shall have to fight, all of us will fight to protect our home, our freedom and our families from whomever dares threaten it. And if it takes me slaying dragons and a band of lions to keep them safe I will do so gladly or pay with my life for trying." "Allow us to join." "Obara!" "Please." The young girl, still a few years away from adulthood looks at Medusa, determination in her eyes. "You want to join the Matosi army? Why not that of Dorne?" "In Dorne women and bastards have many liberties that they don't in Westeros. But we aren't allowed to fight amongst warriors. And we want to fight for what we believe is worth fighting for." Medusas lips pull up into a smile and she looks at her husband. "Jaqen, my love. What do you say?" "I say that anyone can become no one.", he hums, kissing her shoulder. "Join us then, Daughter of house Martell. Fight alongside the Kingslaying Serpent Queen and her faceless King.", she says. "Faceless?" Jaqen reaches for his face, pulling it off, suddenly an old woman, then a young man with bright red hair. Then back to the face they had first seen. "A man has served under the faceless god in the house of Black and White for most of his life. But he returned to his queen and became someone again." Those who had witnessed and weren't used to it find themselves staring in shock. "Mommy." "Yes, my little snake. The guards will bring you to your rooms. We will meet again for lunch in a bit. My children are hungry..."