Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"My body, soul and mind will be yours. I will protect you with my life, my king." - Leda Dayne, kneeling before Aenar Targaryen.

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Dorne, Sunspear.

Old Palace.

"Damn, burning forty thousand men in less than fifteen minutes is insane." Obara, Oberyn's eldest bastard daughter and leader of the Sand Snakes, spoke. She was tall and had a strong body. Her voice was thick, slightly effeminate, not at all like that of a woman.

"Be more polite in your words, sister." Nymeria, the second eldest daughter, replied with an elegant smile on her red lips. Although she looked like a virtuous lady from a noble house, you never knew if she was hiding a dagger in her hands until it was too late.

"Don't fight, my ears are calloused from all your arguments on this trip." Tyene, the third daughter of the Serpent of Dorne, spoke in a sweet, silky voice. Small and delicate, with blonde hair and bright blue eyes, her appearance was deceiving about her skill with poisons.

Oberyn's third daughter was as deadly as her sisters. Her delicacy perfectly concealed her mastery of poisons, which she manipulated with lethal skill.

"Stop arguing, my father is calling us all." Arianne, wearing a flowing red silk dress, spoke with a sensual tone as she walked gracefully towards the Dining Hall.

Obara and Nymeria looked at each other and snorted at the same time. Both followed behind Arianne with quick steps. Letting out a tired sigh, Tyene followed the group with her small, graceful steps.

When Arianne entered the hall, the first person she saw was her cousin, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, who was hiding in Dorne under the alias Rhayna Sand. The girl had grown a lot in the last year and a half, taller, more voluptuous in the right places and just as deadly, as far as Arianne could tell from the fight between her and her uncle Oberyn.

Another person present was the Prince of Dorne himself, her father, Doran Martell.

Although he maintained his usual calm and deep expression, Arianne noticed a slight relaxation between his eyebrows. He was in a great mood, and Arianne understood why. Prince Targaryen was more remarkable than anyone expected.

Even she thought the young prince had stepped straight out of one of the stories from the Age of Heroes.

After all, traveling to another continent at the age of twelve to protect his family and burn forty thousand men was something worthy of being written down in the annals of history. How could anyone not admire a person capable of such a feat?

However, knowing Prince Targaryen's secret identity, Arianne couldn't help but be surprised that such a powerful and honorable young man had grown up in the inhospitable lands of the North as a mere bastard.

Honestly, she thanked the gods that Aenar had been raised by Eddard Stark. If he had grown up resentful and angry at the world, like most of the bastards in Westeros, she could imagine the catastrophe that would have occurred.

"Father, did you request my presence?" Arianne asked with a seductive smile on her lips.

"You and Oberyn will meet Prince Aenar and attend his coronation in Volantis. Oberyn will act as the prince's general and advisor. As for you, you will act as Queen Rhaella's Handmaid until the prince marries his wife." Doran spoke in a calm tone, remembering the raven he had received from the queen.

Rhaella's intentions were obvious. She wanted to know which side Dorne was on and whether they would fight alongside House Targaryen. At the same time, Oberyn and Arianne would serve as hostages to prevent House Martell from betraying the Targaryens.

Doran couldn't help noticing that the exile in Essos had really sharpened the queen's political sense and made her extremely wary of betrayal. Which he understood perfectly, after all, House Targaryen collapsed under the weight of conspiracies and betrayals.

Arianne's smile remained the same, but there was a deep bitterness hidden in her gaze. Handmaid? Have you ever seen the heiress of a kingdom become a Handmaid? In her eyes, Doran was pushing her away from the throne of Dorne to favor Quentyn.

'Father, you'll regret taking me away from what is rightfully mine. I'll watch with pleasure as you see me take what belongs to me with violence and force. Arianne thought, clenching her fists.

Why was Arianne still pure and virgin, even with all the temptations of sex? The reason was right in front of her: her father didn't want to let her inherit the throne of Dorne.

If Doran didn't want to give her the Sun Throne, then she would take it by force, even if it meant becoming the secret lover of Prince Targaryen from across the sea.

Arianne knew how to use her natural advantages and she would use them to get what she wanted. Knowing exactly how to win a man's favor, she was confident that she could make Prince Aenar accept her.

Rhaenys didn't know that her cousin had been planning to seduce her brother for years, ever since she realized that Doran had no intention of passing the Sun Throne on to her.

At that moment, however, Rhaenys was happy and full of joy. Unlike Oberyn and Arianne, she would go straight north to find Moonfyre and then fly to Volantis to find her family.

How could she not be happy? Her family would finally be reunited after decades of separation, blood, sweat and pain.

"Father, I heard that the new Sword of the Morning is coming to Sunspear." Arianne asked, causing all eyes to turn to Doran.

The lord of Dorne nodded and spoke in a voice full of admiration:

"Leda Dayne, daughter of Ashara Dayne, defeated twenty men in battle and became worthy to wield Dawn, becoming the new Sword of the Morning."

(Note: OC character inspired by Needle Knight Leda from Elden Ring.)

Even his brother, a great warrior, couldn't claim to have fought twenty men and come out of such a battle unscathed. But Leda did it-and killed them all without suffering a scratch.

Sighs of admiration echoed around them. The Sand Snakes were impressed to hear the lord of Dorne's words.

"What has she come to do in Sunspear?" Arianne asked curiously. It was very rare for a Sword of the Morning to leave Starfall, and when they did, it was usually to challenge great swordsmen and renowned warriors.

"She's going with you and Oberyn to Essos. She wants to serve as a Kingsguard, just as her uncle served Prince Rhaegar." Doran replied without hesitation. He remembered the raven sent by Ashara Dayne, in which the woman explained her daughter's purpose.

"Will all the Swords of the Morning become members of the Royal Guard in the future?" Tyene commented in an amused tone, provoking laughter that was joined by that of her sisters.

"But will the prince accept a woman into the Royal Guard? There have never been any in the great order of knights of the Royal Guard." Nymeria asked, looking curiously at Rhaenys, the only person present who knew Prince Targaryen's mindset, despite never having met him in person.

"My brother doesn't care what someone has between their legs. If the person is useful, even a blind man can occupy the position of Master of Whispers." - Rhaenys shrugged and replied with a touch of amusement. "Besides, the Royal Guard was created by Queen Visenya."

Arianne, in particular, was pleased to hear those words. The more open-minded Prince Targaryen, her future man, could make his plans to control Dorne much easier.

Everyone nodded, but began to form a clearer picture of the mysterious Prince Targaryen. Even though he was young, he didn't seem inexperienced, but rather mature and wise beyond his years.

Rhaenys, for her part, was well aware of why her brother was so mature. He carried the weight of leading humanity forward, his prophetic visions and the future wars that would determine whether humanity would continue or perish.

As they discussed Prince Targaryen, the doors opened and Oberyn entered the hall with his wife, Ellaria Sand. They walked arm in arm, their hair slightly mussed and the sweat still visible on their faces, causing laughter in the Dining Hall.

"We seem to have gotten in the way of something important, Father." Arianne commented in a gracious, amused tone.

Doran just snorted, not bothering to interrupt his younger brother's pleasure time. He still remembered the words Oberyn had said a few days ago.

"I assume the preparations are ready. You will leave immediately for Volantis. We don't want to miss Prince Targaryen's coronation."

Oberyn sighed as he saw the implacable look on his brother's face. Doran was especially vindictive when he wanted to be. He had only joked that his brother could no longer sleep with a woman and, because of those words, now he barely had time to rest or even stand still for a moment.

"Yes, my brother." Oberyn replied with a feignedly sad and despondent tone, causing the laughter to grow even louder.

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