FIC: The Young Wolf's Journey, Chapter 6: A Wolf in the Lion's Den (July 2022) (Patreon)
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Robb had to hold himself back from greeting his wife the way that he wanted to. What he wanted to do was take her into his arms, kiss her hard, push that dress up and fuck her as soon as he possibly could. But that simply wasn’t an option. He might be able to get away with plenty as the king, but groping his wife and pulling her away from her formal welcome to Casterly Rock would have been incredibly disrespectful to Tyrion, who was technically the ruling lord welcoming her even if he answered to Robb’s authority as king.
“Your Grace, it is my great honor to welcome you to Casterly Rock,” Tyrion said. Unlike when he’d first been let into Robb’s war tent, he managed a deep bow for Queen Margaery.
“The honor is mine, Lord Tyrion,” Margaery said politely. “I am incredibly thankful that you have offered to welcome me to your home. I’ve always heard it said that there is no safer stronghold in all of Westeros than Casterly Rock, and seeing it for myself, I know it to be true.”
“Yes, Lord Tyrion,” Robb said, inclining his head. “I must thank you for offering to look after my queen while I am gone. I know that I will be able to fight for my throne with a clear head knowing that Queen Margaery will be safe here in the Rock.”
There was some truth in what was being said. Margaery would be safe here in Casterly Rock. It was about as safe a place as there was for her to be while the war continued. Even with the size of his army, Robb would not have taken the Rock easily without Tyrion coming in and exploiting his knowledge of the castle and the tunnels beneath it to sneak Robb’s army in. And such a trick was not going to work against Tyrion, even if someone had enough knowledge of Casterly Rock to try it out. Margaery had been fairly safe at Highgarden, particularly with Stannis not having the men to spare to do anything beyond trying to secure his foothold in King’s Landing. But she would be even safer here. Stannis would be a great fool to try and attack Casterly Rock, and Robb did not think him a fool.
But there was more behind Margaery coming to Casterly Rock than simply keeping her safe. Robb and Tyrion had formed an alliance, but it had been born out of convenience and mutual aims rather than any genuine trust or affection between them. Robb had needed a way into Casterly Rock, and Tyrion wanted to rule his birthplace. They were working together, and as things stood there was no real reason for either of them to seek an end to their alliance and the benefits it had brought them both. But Robb would not wholly trust the imp any time soon, if ever. Too much blood had been spilt between Stark and Lannister for trust or friendship to come easily, regardless of how useful Tyrion had proven to be in helping him capture Casterly Rock quickly and painlessly.
Robb didn’t believe that Tyrion would break his promise of loyalty to him; not without another king with a larger army to back instead. But knowing just how difficult taking Casterly Rock by force would be, Robb wasn’t leaving anything to chance. That was the other, equally important reason for Margery coming here. She was going to make sure that Casterly Rock remained theirs throughout the war, and that there would be no need for them to come and reclaim it. The Tyrell men that had accompanied her from Highgarden to Casterly Rock would be staying with her, and while they were not massive in number, they would be more than able to form a garrison for a castle with natural defenses the likes of which the Rock enjoyed. Tyrion technically ruled in Casterly Rock, and Margaery wouldn’t get in his way or actively undermine his authority amongst his people. But the Tyrell garrison would obviously be loyal to Margaery.
“It will be our honor to have Queen Margaery as our guest,” Tyrion said respectfully, looking at Robb. He knew the situation as well as anyone, and if he might privately wish to be left alone in the Rock, he wasn’t foolish enough to say it out loud. “First, it will be our honor to throw a feast for you both. A feast to welcome Queen Margery’s royal presence, and also a feast to honor you before you return to the battlefield, Your Grace.”
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“Do you think the Martells will join with Stannis?” Robb asked. As the North and Dorne were so far apart, whereas the Reach was much closer and there was also considerable history between the Martells and Tyrells, he felt that his wife would be able to offer perspective on Dorne that he lacked.
“I’m honestly not sure,” Margaery said. “Obviously there is the history between my family and theirs, and my father loathes the Martells after what happened to my brother Willas.” Robb nodded, already familiar with that story. After taking Casterly Rock, the inevitable conflict with Stannis had become the thing he focused on most. That Stannis would attempt to recruit the Martells to his side was obvious, as the man was in desperate need of bolstering his troops.
Robb had asked the members of his council to tell him as much as they could about House Martell, and Margaery’s brother Garlan had told him all about the joust between his eldest brother Willas and the Red Viper of Dorne, which had crushed the leg of the Tyrell heir when his horse fell on top of him. Garlan had emphasized his father’s hatred for the Red Viper and the Martells in general after what had happened to his heir, even though according to Garlan, Willas himself held no animosity towards Oberyn.
“When Doran sent a response to my letter, he was careful to walk the line,” Robb mused. “He was respectful of me and did not outright dismiss my offer of alliance, and yet he didn’t denounce Stannis or his claim either. The man seems to want to remain neutral and stay out of the war.” Robb had been careful not to demand anything and had even written that he would bear no ill will towards Dorne unless they actively fought against him. And why should he? If Dorne really were to remain neutral, it was to Robb’s benefit. He shouldn’t need them on his side in order to defeat Stannis. Stannis needed Dornish support far more than Robb did in the seemingly inevitable battle between the two kings remaining in Westeros.
“Yes, that’s how it seems,” Margaery agreed. “But we can’t take for granted that it will remain that way. Prince Doran has always seemed a cautious sort, and he may well choose not to declare for either side. Declaring for Stannis would be a big risk, given the size of our army. But Stannis does have something to offer him that you can’t.”
“The throne,” Robb stated. “Or his grandson on the throne, at least.” Yes, Stannis had much greater need of Dornish support, but he also could give Prince Doran a much greater reward for victory than Robb could. Marriages and children were one of the surest ways to solidify an alliance. Robb knew that better than just about anyone; marrying Margaery and receiving the support of the Tyrells as a direct result could well be the greatest strategic decision he had made or would make in the entire war. But with Margaery as his wife, he obviously could not offer any such alliance to Doran. Perhaps he could hint at a betrothal with one of his children, but such hints or promises would mean little. Margaery was not even with child yet, but Stannis had a daughter and heir already.
“Yes,” Margaery said, nodding. “Is Prince Doran the sort of man who would declare for Stannis and stand against an army as large as ours if he knows that a potential victory would see his family return to the throne? I know not, and if he’s made such a decision, there’s been no word of troop movement between Dorne and King’s Landing yet. But one thing that my grandmother taught me is that calm and quiet men are the ones who will surprise you if you’re not careful. They’re the hardest to predict, or so she would say at least.”
“It makes sense,” Robb said. If he took his eye off of Doran under the assumption that he would remain neutral, he would leave himself open to a surprise that could well turn the entire war around. If there was no word or no sign of Doran entering the war, he would hope for neutrality. But he and his army would need to keep an eye out for the Dornishmen just in case.
“But enough about the war for now," he continued, shaking his head. "We'll have a chance to talk more before I leave, but I think there's something more important for us to do while we're together, my queen." He reached out for her, fully intending to take advantage of finally being alone with her now that the dinner was over and they'd allowed Tyrion to properly welcome her to Casterly Rock. The best thing about what he said was that it was the truth. She could accuse him of being a horny bastard, and she would be right, but it really was imperative for them to make the most of this time together so he could do his best to try and impregnate her.
Margaery laughed, but to his surprise she batted his hands away before he could grab her. Robb raised his eyebrows and frowned, but she just smiled and took a step away from him.
"I promised I'd talk with Garlan and Loras," she said. "You can put your hands all over me, but it'll have to wait." It was not the answer Robb had expected or wanted, and he didn't bother hiding it. Margaery gave him a smirk. "Don't worry, Robb. You're going to have all the time you could want with me tonight. I have something special planned to celebrate our reunion and your victories. Wait for me in the lord's chambers. I'll be there within the hour, and I promise it will be worth the wait."
"Can't we squeeze in a single shot first?" he asked. It wasn't that he wasn't intrigued by this something special she'd referred to, and the idea of fucking her in Tywin’s former bedchambers definitely appealed to him. Tyrion had preferred to return to his old familiar bed in the castle, so Robb doubted the new Lord Lannister would have an issue with it. But he'd been looking forward to fucking his gorgeous wife again since they'd come up with this plan for her to leave Highgarden and come to Casterly Rock. Though really, he'd been looking forward to being with her again since their parting in Bitterbridge. "I promise it'll be quick."
Margaery laughed but shook her head. "Trust me, Robb. When you see what I have in mind, you'll be glad that you saved your strength."
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Robb sat on the bed in the lord’s chamber of Casterly Rock, idly stroking the fur on Grey Wind’s neck while he waited impatiently for his wife to show up as promised. He probably hadn’t been in here nearly as long as it felt like, but to him it seemed as if he’d been waiting forever for Margaery to arrive. Of course the time that had passed since they last shared a bed at Bitterbridge had quite a bit to do with that. So much had happened since then. When they’d last shared a bed, he was preparing to lead their combined forces into battle against Tywin Lannister.
Now the Lion of Lannister was dead, the Rock was under Robb’s control, and he was about to fuck his wife in the bed that had previously been Tywin’s. In some ways, stripping naked and planting his arse in the lord’s bed while he waited for his wife to arrive felt like his final victory over the ruthless bastard who had given him so much trouble.
Grey Wind’s head lifted up and stared towards the door, and a few moments later the door pulled open and Robb’s gorgeous wife stepped inside. She was no longer wearing the fancy dress that she’d worn for the feast Tyrion threw to welcome her to Casterly Rock, but even in the simple and more comfortable gown she’d changed into she looked stunning. And she knew it too; she smirked at him as she walked deeper into the bedchamber, knowing how he stared.
“I see you’re ready for me,” she said, grinning and staring down at his lap, where his cock was quickly reacting to her presence and the promise of what was to come. “I suppose I should get ready as well.”
“I’d be happy to help you,” he offered, hoping that it would get her to move her arse and join him on the bed rather than staying where she was. Grey Wind had come to greet her, and she rubbed behind his ears and gave him a pat on the head before he trotted off and walked through the still-open door. Even with the direwolf gone and Robb making his offer, Margaery made no move towards the bed.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to trouble you,” she said, shaking her head. “Fortunately I’ve arranged for some assistance this evening.” She looked over her shoulder and towards the door, giving a nod. Robb looked over there as well, and his eyes widened as the ‘assistance’ arrived. He recognized the pretty dark-haired handmaiden, having seen her in Margaery’s company several times, and after a moment recalled that her name was Mira, and she was the daughter of one of his bannermen. She saw him looking at her, and she blushed slightly and averted her eyes. But the way she licked her lips made him think that her nervousness was tinged with excitement.
There wasn’t a trace of nervousness visible on the face of Dacey as she brought up the rear, nor would he expect there to be. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her unsure of herself, whether she was about to ride into battle at his side or she was about to take his cock in her arse. She grinned at him and closed the door to the bedchamber behind her.
“Girls, would you be so kind?” Margaery asked, smiling at them both. While the girls moved to undress her, Margaery looked back at Robb. “Do you remember my dear Mira, Robb?”
“Yes, of course,” he said. “From House Forrester. Mira, your father Lord Gregor has fought valiantly for our cause. He and your house have been a boon.”
“I-I’m so happy to hear that, Your Grace!” Mira squeaked. She was clearly much more practiced at removing another lady’s dress than Dacey was, but her fingers fumbled slightly as Robb spoke to her.
“Mira has agreed to join us in order to make tonight special,” Margaery explained. “So has your Dacey, who insists that I not call her Lady.”
“Nothing that we’re about to do is going to be ladylike,” Dacey said, chuckling. She was going slower than Mira, and Robb would guess that she was worried about accidentally using too much force and tearing the queen’s dress. “You told me your queen didn’t have a problem with you sticking your cock in other women while you were at war, but even I was surprised when she invited me to join you in the lord’s chambers tonight.”
“Yes, she’s just full of surprises,” Robb said, looking into Margaery’s eyes as she smiled. He hadn’t told her that he’d fucked Dacey, but didn’t bother to question how she’d found out. It didn’t matter anyway; she’d been the one to encourage him to have his fun while they were apart, provided he was careful about where and how he did it. If he’d needed any proof that she was serious about it, her inviting Dacey to join them tonight answered the question quite convincingly.
“You and Dacey have kept each other warm in between battles, and dear Mira has taken very good care of me in Highgarden,” Margaery said. Robb’s cock was already betraying his excitement as he stared at his wife’s naked body, and the reveal of Lord Gregor’s pretty daughter serving as Margaery’s frequent bedwarmer ensured that he was as ready for his wife as he could be when she strutted towards the bed.
“It only seemed appropriate to me that they both join us here in the lord’s chambers,” Margaery continued as she climbed onto the bed with him. “What better way to celebrate our victory over the Lannisters than for all four of us to share Lord Tywin’s former bed for the night?”
“Sounds like a fine idea to me,” Robb said, reaching out to take Margaery into his arms when she finally got close. He quickly put her on her back and got in position between her spread legs. Playing with Dacey as well as Margaery’s handmaiden was something to look forward to, but first things first. He finally had his queen back in bed with him, and it was time to take another chance at impregnating her.
“Yes, put it in, Robb,” Margaery encouraged, and then she groaned as he pushed into her. “Oh, I missed this! Did you miss me too, husband?”
Robb didn’t bother to speak to her. This was not the time for talking, and he could show Margaery how he felt and how much he desired her far more effectively through actions rather than words. He pinned her to the bed and jumped straight to thrusting his hips, fucking her hard and releasing all of the desire for her which had built up since their parting. She didn’t complain about the rough pace either. She held onto his neck and moaned into his ear as he fucked her, showing that she was as ready for him as he was for her. They’d both been looking forward to sharing a bed together again, and the quick pace was a perfect reintroduction.
Margaery’s breasts bounced, and she moaned and held him tighter as he fucked her. Robb knew that he wasn’t going to last long, and he didn’t care. He already knew that with not just her but Dacey and Mira there as well, they would have him ready for more before long. First he wanted to reintroduce himself to his wife and get his first orgasm out of the way. Their first time together again was always destined to be brief, particularly since he did not hold back his lust in the slightest. He kept his hips moving constantly, forcing his cock right back into her cunt as soon as he retreated, giving neither of them any time to rest as they reacquainted themselves with each other’s bodies.
Robb’s hips snapped forward tirelessly as he hurried towards his release, but Margaery got there just before he did. She let out a deep, lusty moan, and Robb swallowed it by planting his mouth over hers and kissing her fiercely. She grabbed the side of his head in both hands and kissed him back desperately, whimpering into his mouth, and Robb soon gave her even more to whimper about. For the first time since Bitterbridge, he let loose and allowed his seed to fill her. She moaned and kissed him harder, welcoming his seed within her. She wanted his child as much as he wanted to give it to her, and while he did his best to give it to her right then and there, he knew that they would give it several more tries before he left Casterly Rock, or before they got out of this bed.
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“I think you can understand that we need every drip of seed you can offer to be spent inside of me,” Margaery said, pulling her lips off of his cockhead. “But so long as you promise to let me know ahead of time so we can make that happen, I don’t mind if you fuck Mira and Dacey as well. Does that sound acceptable to you, husband?”
“Yes,” Robb groaned. He probably would have agreed to just about anything in that moment, even if it had been something far less logical than Margaery’s proposal. The three girls had just used their mouths to get him hard again, and even with Margery having removed the tip from her mouth, he could still feel Mira’s tongue licking his shaft and Dacey’s mouth sucking on his balls. Them simply being here to lick and suck him back to hardness would have been enough of a treat, but getting to fuck them in between planting his seed inside of his gorgeous wife’s cunt was a deal with nothing but rewards from Robb’s point of view.
“Then I’ll take a seat and leave you to it,” Margaery said, crawling over so she was on her back beside him. No sooner had she done that than Dacey pulled her lips off of his balls and popped her head up to rest on his thigh.
“Mind if I go first?” she asked. “Letting you bugger me is always fun, but I’ve been waiting a long time to have your cock inside me for real.”
“Not at all,” Robb said. It was what Dacey had apparently been waiting to hear, because she quickly straddled his lap, grabbed his cock and held it steady so she could drop down onto it.
“Ohh, fuck, that’s nice!” she exclaimed. She began to rock her hips and make herself comfortable on him. “You, Queen Margaery, are a lucky woman.”
“I’m well aware,” Margaery said, grinning from beside them as she watched Dacey ride him. “But at least for tonight, I’m happy to share my fortune with you. Play with my king’s cock until you’re content. Just remember to get off of him in time for his seed to go where it’s needed.”
“No worries there, Your Grace,” Dacey said, already building up a good pace as she put her hands on Robb’s ribs and began to bounce her hips up and down on him. “I’ve no interest in carrying the Young Wolf’s child. I just want to use his cock.”
Dace was quite adept at using his cock, and she proved it more with each passing second. Margaery had looked right at home when she rode his cock previously, and Dacey looked equally comfortable mounted on him now. It wasn’t exactly the same though. Margaery’s ride had been sensual, and she’d seemed to focus on finding the best speed and angle to maximize their pleasure. Dacey didn’t appear to be putting any real thought into her actions, and instead was simply bouncing straight up and down and using the strength in her body to fuck herself on his cock as hard as she could.
Maybe it was less elegant, but Robb couldn’t deny its effectiveness. Her arse smacked against his thighs each time she dropped her warrior’s body down onto him, and she grunted like a beast all the while. Dacey was a bear of House Mormont, and she demonstrated the strength of Bear Islandthroughout. Robb would bet half his kingdom that no one had ever fucked or been fucked harder in this bed than Dacey was fucking him now, and the thought of outdoing the previous Lords Lannister was nearly as exciting to Robb as feeling Dacey’s wet sex sliding up and down the length of his cock on each aggressive bounce.
But there was even more for him to find stimulation in, because while Dacey fucked him, Mira crawled between Margaery’s legs and lowered her head to her sex. Margaery had hinted that Mira knew how to service her queen, and witnessing his wife close her eyes, smile and quietly moan while Mira licked her proved that the handmaiden was every bit as good a bedwarmer as Margaery claimed her to be. He hadn’t been comfortable when he’d initially thought that Margaery might take other men into her bed in his absence, but watching her handmaiden bring her pleasure was completely different. Between watching that and feeling Dacey bouncing on his cock and bringing herself off, Robb quickly felt a second orgasm approaching.
Dacey was true to her word, relinquishing her spot on his cock and making way for Margaery to take a seat and then take his seed inside of her for the second time. As much as she had clearly been enjoying Mira’s attention, Margaery knew where she was most needed. They were both having their fun, but they needed to remember their duty as well. Robb did his duty once again, giving his wife another plentiful load inside of her cunt as she smiled down at him.
“What do you think, Robb?” she asked after he was finished. “Will you be able to go once more?”
Robb chuckled while running his thumbs along her hips. “Are you kidding? I’ve waited all this time to bed you again, wife, and you brought company. Try and stop me.”
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“Ready, Mira?” Robb asked. Since he knew she wasn’t in any position to speak, he offered her another method to communicate with him. “If you’re ready for me to stick it in, wiggle your hips a little.”
Mira was down on all fours and using her mouth on her queen again, but she wiggled her hips and shook her arse all the same. She was far more reserved than Dacey or Margery, at least around him, but clearly she wanted to do this with him all the same. It was all the push that Robb needed, because looking down at Mira’s arse while she licked his wife had him eager to go. He put a hand on her hip and gently pushed forward, sliding the tip of his cock inside of her.
He kept things slower and gentler with her as opposed to how he’d fucked Margaery or how Dacey had bounced on his cock, but it was still plenty enjoyable. Slowly moving his hips back and forth and helping himself to Mira’s cunt was a very welcome bonus on top of what had already been an amazing night. She was very tight around him, which was to be expected since his was apparently the first cock she’d had inside of her. Her maidenhead was lost on horseback, but he was claiming her chastity, and what a gift it was.
It was because of her modesty and her lack of experience that he took things slow to begin with, but the longer he was inside of her, the more difficult it became for him to hold his desires back. She was so tight around him, her skin was so soft beneath his fingers, and watching the effect of her devoted licking cross his wife’s beautiful face created a temptation that was hard for him to ignore.
“Don’t hold back, Robb,” Margaery said. He looked up from Mira’s arse to see his wife lifting her head up off of the bed so she could make eye contact with him. She must have been able to see something in his body language that gave him away, and she was drawing attention to it. “Mira’s tougher than she looks. And more importantly, she’s also kinkier than she acts. You can take her harder. Trust me. She’ll enjoy it.”
Dacey’s strong arms suddenly embraced him from behind, and he felt her breasts against his back while she leaned her head in so it was next to his ear. “You heard the lady,” she whispered. “Fuck her, Robb. Show the pretty little handmaiden how it feels to be fucked by a wolf.”
Their words encouraged him, but the biggest encouragement of all came when Mira’s hips gave another wiggle. He hadn’t asked her for it, but she’d gone back to the same signal they’d used for her to indicate that she was ready for him to stick his cock inside of her to begin with. If she wanted it, Robb saw no need to deny himself what he wanted any longer. He gave her arse a squeeze, held onto her hips and began to fuck her harder. His next thrust created the satisfying sound of hips smacking against arse, and her pale cheeks jiggled from the impact. It was nice, but it was only a beginning.
“Yeah, that’s it, Robb,” Dacey muttered. “Fuck her. Keep doing it! She’s from the north, right? She’s not one of those gentle southron girls, so don’t treat her like one. Fuck her, Robb!”
Robb grunted and did as she encouraged, but it wasn’t just her whispering into his ear and rubbing his chest that drove him on. He would have felt this urge whether Dacey was there or not, and Mira had given him unspoken permission to take what he wanted. So he took it. He kept moving forward, slamming his hips forward to bury his cock deep inside of Mira despite this apparently being her first time with a man. He wasn’t taking her as hard as he might take Dacey, but it was by no means a gentle first time.
It didn’t seem to be too much for Mira though. She kept licking Margaery, kept pleasing her and servicing her even as Robb fucked her hard enough to make the bed shake beneath them. The more he saw her in action, the easier it was for him to understand why Margaery valued Mira so highly. Not every handmaiden would have served her so faithfully or been so quick to accept the offer to join in tonight’s surprise. Mira Forrester was definitely something special, though Robb would never tell her lord father exactly how she had impressed him so much.
Dacey seemed very excited to see him taking Mira so roughly, because she turned his head towards hers and kissed him deeply. Robb kissed her back, and despite the distraction she offered, he kept his hips moving. He wasn’t willing to stop fucking Mira. Kissing Dacey brought just the opposite result if anything, because he only took Mira harder the longer it went on.
He finally had to pull his lips away from Dacey’s and break their kiss, not because he wanted to but because he had no other choice. He had a duty to fulfill, and time was running short.
“Margaery,” he said tightly. His wife’s eyes were closed as she relaxed and enjoyed her handmaiden’s oral service, but she remembered her duty the same as he did. Her eyes snapped open, and she showed that she understood all that he was trying to say in that one word. Immediately her hands went to Mira’s hair and she began to pull her head back.
“Time to move, Mira,” she said, while Robb pulled his cock out of her on the other end. “My king and I have a duty to see to.”
Mira understood, and she rolled out of the way. Dacey moved to take her into her arms, and the two of them kissed and cuddled while Margery rolled over, got on her hands and knees and wiggled her hips to invite Robb in. He scrambled forward on his knees and buried his cock inside of her, and not a moment too soon. After that single, balls-deep push, he left his cock inside of her and filled her with his seed for the third time that night.
Robb hoped that he would succeed in impregnating her tonight. Obviously they needed it to happen for practical purposes, but something about getting his wife with child in Tywin’s old bed seemed so perfect to him.
Tyrion might hold Casterly Rock as the new Lord Lannister, but the mighty lion had fallen, and it had been the wolf and the rose that felled him.
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“Will my father really sit and do nothing?” Arianne asked, sitting back in her chair now that the game was over. She knew that talking with her father directly was futile, but Uncle Oberyn was different.
“Do not think him a coward, niece?” Oberyn asked, glancing at her from across the cyvasse board.
“Coward?” Arianne repeated, raising her eyebrows. “The man who refused to hold the Lannisters accountable for murdering Aunt Elia and her children, and instead left it for Robb Stark all these years later? Certainly not!”
Her uncle shook his head, smiling slightly. “I wanted blood just as you did,” he said. “Had I been the Prince of Dorne, we would have fought them. And we would have lost.” Arianne huffed, but her uncle was unmoved. “Dorne is much better off under your father’s rule than it would have been under mine. Under him, Dorne still thrives while Tywin Lannister rots.”
“And we did nothing to bring about his downfall,” Arianne pointed out.
“We did more than you might think,” Oberyn said. “Your father wished for Tywin’s downfall as badly as I; he just understood that it needed to be done carefully. We’ve worked and planned for years to claim our vengeance on Tywin Lannister, but then he went and got himself killed by Robb Stark. I’m glad he’s dead and his house is in ruins, but I won’t lie to you: I wish I could have been the one to stick my spear through his heart.”
“Instead, while we planned and sat at home, Robb Stark acted,” Arianne said. She was surprised to hear her uncle state that her father had plotted against Tywin, but even if it was true, it obviously hadn’t amounted to anything. They’d had years and years to enact their vengeance, and yet it was the Young Wolf who rode from Winterfell and smashed the lion. Her father could plot as much as he liked, but plots meant nothing if they were never put into action.
“And you think less of your father because he hasn’t declared a side and joined the war?” Oberyn questioned. “There is value in neutrality, you know.”
“There is value in neutrality, yes,” Arianne agreed. “But if we wait too long a perfect chance might pass us by, just as it did with Tywin.”
“Interesting,” her uncle said. “And do you have a certain action in mind, niece?”
“Me?” Arianne said, smiling innocently. Her uncle didn’t look fooled, but she wasn’t going to reveal anything. Not now, at least. Letting him know what she and Tyene had come up with might lead him or her father to try and interrupt it, and this was far too delicate for that.
Her father might be content to sit in the Water Gardensand out of the war, but Arianne did not believe that their neutrality could last forever, or that it should. This war was a prime opportunity for them, and she for one wouldn’t waste it, even if she herself had to remain in Dorne lest she draw her father’s eyes on her.
Tyene wasn’t under the same restrictions. So while Arianne remained in Dorne, Tyene made her journey to King’s Landing, her eyes on a certain princess.