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be-there-or-be-square-bro · 1 year

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An Unlikely Pairing | Part One

Oberyn Martell x Redwyne!OC

Synopsis: Prince Oberyn Martell did not want to marry the bride Doran picked for him. Lady Rhea Redwyne needed her plan to succeed or Doran would have her head.

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By gods, did Oberyn not want to be standing here, awaiting the ship carrying his bride-to-be. He had laughed at Doran three moons ago, with Ellaria nestled on his lap, as Doran mentioned having found a suitable bride for him. He had almost hit his brother upon learning that Doran had made a pact with Lord Orys Redwyne of the Arbour for his only daughter to marry Oberyn. He detested the idea of marrying a mainland Noblewoman unfamiliar with Dornish ways.

He still was, but the small amount of information he had learned about through Obara on his betrothed soothed him.

Lady Rhea Redwyne, known throughout the Reach as the Mother of Beasts, never seen without her beloved Myrrish Tigress and massive bearcat. Lady Rhea Redwyne, co-captain of her own warship, named the Serpent and rivalled the ships of the Iron Fleet.

At least his new bride wasn’t a snivelling flower. Or worse yet, Cersei Lannister.

As the ships came closer, Oberyn was at least able to see why Doran arranged for him to marry Lady Redwyne. The Redwyne fleet was the largest in Westeros, boasting two hundred warships, and over a thousand merchant ships. And, the Redwyne’s controlled the trade of Arbour wine, a wine Ellaria loved.

After what seemed like years, the Serpent docked in front of the greeting party consisting of Prince Doran and his wife Mellario, and their children Arianne and Quentyn. Ellaria and his children through her were not in attendance, as Doran banned them from making an appearance at the greeting, but Obara, Tyene, and Nymeria stood behind Oberyn, and he was thankful that three of his daughters were there at the very least.

The dock lowered, and Oberyn got a first look at his soon-to-be-wife.

She was pretty, and noticeably younger than Oberyn, though thankfully not young enough to be a maiden. Her auburn hair was darker than other shades he had seen, though glowed more orange in the bright Dornish light. It was left down, allowing for her soft curls to fall kindly to her hips, though the sides of her hair were twisted and pulled back to keep her hair from obscuring her face. Her pale eyes glistened in the light, though she was too far away for him to determine the colour.

She was dressed in a beautiful and eye-catching dress of blue-grey silk and an armour-like bodice. The tan leather bodice covered her neck completely and jutted out as pauldrons over her shoulders, underneath which sheer silk sleeves hugged her arm and loosely ended at her fingers. The leather was stopped just above her breasts, which were sculpted by intricate metal linings, covered with blue and gold embroidery that covered the entire bodice and cauldron, extending down onto the full skirts of sheer silk.

To the sharp gasp of his brother, Oberyn was pleased to see at her heels, were the famed tigress and bearcat. Oberyn had no care for the people behind her, watching Lady Redwyne intensely. As she came no more than a metre from Oberyn, she stopped, and gave the Dornish party an elegant curtsy, the silks of her dress moving like waves around her. Oberyn did not hesitate to respond with a bow of his own, the rest of the Dornish party following suit.

He cherished in the realization of the crowd that Lady Redwyne approached the party first, and not her father who stood behind her and that she approached Oberyn and not the Ruler of Dorne.

“Pleasure to meet you all, I am Lady Rhea of House Redwyne. I bring with me my companions Nymeria and Visenya,” She gestured to her tigress and bearcat. “My father, Lord Orys Redwyne of the Arbour, my mother: Lady Meera Redwyne of the Arbour, my younger brother Lord Paxter Redwyne, and my ship the Serpent, along with ten merchant vessels of House Redwyne.”

“It is all my pleasure to see you again, Lady Redwyne.” Doran interrupted, cutting in. “May I introduce your betrothed, my brother Prince Oberyn of House Martell? With me is my lady-wife Princess Mellario and our children, Princess Arianne and Prince Quentyn.”

Oberyn never stopped looking at Lady Redwyne and was pleased that she never stopped looking at him. Now that she was closer, he could see that her eyes were an icy grey colour, lined softly with light brown kohl. His gaze cooled as she finally turned to look at Prince Doran, her upper lip upturning slightly as she finally addressed the man behind both of their predicaments.

“Thank you, Prince Doran, for this arrangement. I hate to end our chat here, but my mother does not do well on the sea. Would my party be able to rest in our rooms before dinner tonight?”

“Why yes of course. Oberyn, please show your betrothed her temporary quarters while I show Lord and Lady Redwyne their chambers.”

Oberyn nearly scoffed at his brother, but nonetheless held out his hand to Lady Redwyne who tentatively took it, allowing him to lead her into her chambers within the Tower of Sun.

In the six days since Lady Redwyne’s arrival in Dorne, Oberyn had not seen or spoken to his betrothed. It was not as if he was seeking her out, but he found it strange. The only confirmation that she was alive was Nymeria having informed Oberyn that she had been keeping Rhea and her beasts' company, which was at the point that Oberyn learned that Lady Redwyne had brought not only her tigress, Nymeria, and her bearcat, Visenya, but a spotted genet named Lobelia, and two twin mangrove pit vipers named Iris and Wisteria.

But alas, today was the dreaded day. Oberyn stood underneath an orange tree, a Septon he did not care for standing next to him as he waited for Lady Redwyne to enter the grove. It was apparently her coaxing that allowed them to get married at the Water Gardens and not a Sept near Sunspear. He was still unsure how she pulled that off and was quite impressed.

“Who comes before the Seven this day?”

“Rhea of House Redwyne and Reed, a woman grown, true born and noble, I have come here to be wed.”

And that is when he turned, finally taking in her appearance.

Her hair was intricately braided up and out of her face, forming a bun at the crown of her head, secured by a gold hairpiece of a band with twelve thin spikes jutting out, emulating the sun’s rays. Her eyes were once again lined with light brown kohl, and her plump lips were painted slightly with a peach gloss. It was her dress however, that was wowing the crowds. Simplistic yet clearly delicately made just for her, it was quite revealing in the silver semi-sheer panels that made up the sleeveless dress that hugged her curves tightly, the panels slowly transitioning into panels of feather-like Qartheen silk, pinned to the skirt with delicate silver embroidery. The top of the dress was a high neckline of sheer white fabric and white grid-like seams, covering her delicate neck and covering her shoulders in yet another pauldron-like detail.

“Who comes to claim her?”

“Oberyn Nymeros, of House Martell, Prince of Dorne.” He called as he drank in her appearance as she stood next to her father a few meters from him and the Septon.

“Who gives her?”

“Orys of House Redwyne, Lord of the Arbour, gives this woman.”

And with that, she was passed to him, her soft hand sliding carefully into his outstretched one, and she came up next to him. His eyes briefly glanced at the silk cloak she donned, a pale burgundy that somehow didn’t clash with the white of her dress and the overall colour of the Water Garden grotto.

“You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection.

He carefully slipped the silk cloak from her body, folding it and passing it to Doran who handed him a sunny yellow cloak with a golden serpent upon it, which Oberyn gently slipped onto her before taking her left hand.

“We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.”

Oberyn swallowed harshly at the feeling of the ribbon binding their hands.

It should be Ellaria with whom he was binding hands with, not her.

“In the sight of the Seven, I nearby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger - hear now their vows.”

Robotically, their voices come out, emotionless at the state of their circumstances.

“I am yours and you are mine, from this day, until the end of my days.”

“Let it be known that they are one hears, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. I proclaim thee man and wife.”

Oberyn was incredibly thankful for the removal of the ribbon and silently turned to face his lady-wife. They paused before Rhea leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“This was not my idea, I have much to tell you once we are alone.” She whispered.

Oberyn hid his surprise by kissing her on the cheek as well as he grasped her hand once more and turned towards the crowd observing the ceremony.

All they had to do was get through this blasted dinner without pissing off Doran and then they could share their thoughts in private.

Thankfully for the both of them, the feast went much quicker, Doran having ended it so that the newlyweds could have significant time to bed, something which made Rhea grimace behind her napkin. She returned to quarters and slipped into the nightgown gifted to her by her cousin, Alerie Tyrell. It was skimpier than what she had worn before, but she did not mind for she already found many of her dresses too warm for the Dornish climate.

It was made of hand-dyed Qartheen silk, a pale blue colour Rhea favoured, falling shapelessly from her shoulders and hips as the material hugged her breasts. The neckline reached down to her navel, giving a teasing glimpse of her perky breasts, only interrupted by a crisscrossing embroidered band that lined the edges of the bodice and its cutouts, including the ones above her waist and on her hips, giving teasing amounts of skin.

It would be a while before she could wear dresses as showy as these once more, but hopefully, it would be worth it.

“My Prince?” She called, as she entered his personal chambers.

“Lady Redwyne.”

It would be a lie to say that Oberyn was not handsome, but even his looks couldn’t sway her from her mission tonight. He was dressed in sun-gold breeches and an open robe that showed off his chest.

He approached her, beginning to shed his robe, but stopped when he met her hand, pressed flat against his chest.

“May we sit and discuss what I mentioned?” Rhea asked, “And please, Prince Oberyn, refer to me as Rhea. We may as well act the part of a married couple now.”

“Very well, care for some wine?”

“I will pass at the moment.”

Oberyn lounged in the chair, looking over at his sensuously dressed bride and wondering what she needed to speak with him about.

“I am with child already.”

That was certainly not what he expected.

“Oh? Who is the father?”

“Prince Doran.”

Oberyn coughed on his wine, looking at Rhea incredulously.

“My brother fathered a bastard.”

“Yes. I only agreed because it was the only way to cover my pregnancy. I am just over a moon already, so it is still believable that you are the father of my true-born child.” Rhea said, “There is no need for us to bed, I only ask that you keep my secret and be a father to your niece or nephew as you have fathered your daughters.”

“You take no offence in my daughters and my paramour?”

“Your daughters are lovely. I take no offence to bastards, for they are treated far too poorly outside of Dorne.”

“And my paramour? Will you resent me for continuing to love and dote on my beloved Ellaria?”

Rhea's cheeks flushed, and Oberyn grinned.

“Or are you perhaps also entranced by my Ellaria’s beauty and wit?”

Rhea looked guilty and terrified for all but a moment before Oberyn gently set his hand down atop hers.

“I trust you have heard the rumours that I bedded Knights of Reach?”

“Yes.”

“Unlike the stuck-up cunt lords of the rest of Westeros, I care not for only bedding women. I bed both because it pleases me. Doran and I have the agreement that I am free to do as I will so long as I father one true-born child with you, as you are already with Doran’s child, I will not force you to bed me, nor will I prevent you from seeking the comforts of others. I only ask, does Doran know you are with child?”

“He does not know he even coupled me.” Rhea snapped, her glare turning sour.

Oberyn’s jaw tightened, “Tell me what happened, so that I may prevent it from happening once more.”

“He came a moon and a half ago to finalize the marriage pact. I was exiting my quarters for a moonlight stroll and Doran, completely in his cups stumbled upon me and mistook me for his Lady Wife. He dragged me into his quarters and took me to his bed, despite my refusal and attempts to leave. He coupled me until he rolled over and fell asleep, at which I removed the bloodied sheet and returned to my chamber.”

“You did not take moon tea to stop it?”

“I cannot take moon tea, for one of the flowers within it is deadly to me.” Rhea admitted sadly, “I had every intention of stopping our betrothal, but I knew that soon I would show and my slim options for suitors would shrink and that I would likely be exiled for my crimes against my father and the Seven. I pretended to be madly in love with you to keep myself and my unborn child safe.”

Oberyn’s eyes watered as Rhea spoke honestly, her voice trembling as she told him everything.

He had no room to be mad at her now, only a boiling rage at what his brother had done to Rhea and Oberyn himself.

#oberyn martell #Oberyn x oc #game of thrones #asoiaf #got fanfic

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sayruq · 3 years

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I was wondering about your headcanons in Arianne and Tyene relationship. We know they are very close, thougths?

they didn't get along at first for no other reason than arianne had other playmates and tyene had just arrived at the water gardens

arianne noticed how lonely tyene was and started including her in the games she played and she slowly realised she preferred tyene's friendship over everyone else

they were both quiet and knew how to keep secrets so at first very few people noticed all the mischief they were getting up to

they would explore every inch of the water gardens, uncovering old portraits of their ancestors, hidden rooms and beautiful tapestries

then they started sneaking out of the water garden to go on little adventures of their own

when they were at the pools, they were little terrors. tyene loved pretending to be a shark, biting anyone unfortunate enough to be in the way while arianne acted as a pirate looting and taking hostages

sometimes, they would sit in the shade and tyene would talk about volantis and all the cities she's seen and arianne would complain about the strain in her parents' relationship

soon they did everything together. they would sleep in the same bed, attend classes together, play instruments, read books they were too young to read, chase little quentyn around until he cried, copy oberyn's every movement until he chased them away, pepper doran with a hundred questions, put on mellario's wigs and imitate the ladies they have met

before long everyone started calling them twins despite their different looks. the girls didn't mind because it proved they were always meant to love each other like sisters.

#Anonymous #arianne martell #tyene sand #arianne x tyene #headcanons #summer is for dorne #song of ice and fire

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agentrouka-blog · 3 years

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Hi, I'm mostly new here but always have been intrigued with your Jonsa theories. New crackpot content I cooked up myself because I think you might actually appreciate it -

1) We all know Waymar Royce as Jon foreshadowing, but have we ever mentioned that House Royce is ALSO descended from a Stark woman - JOcelyn Stark, whose unnamed daughter I just found out also married a Waynwood. This means Sansa has been romantically linked to an additional two men besides Robin descended from a female relative of hers who in more or less broad terms could be considered cousins - Waymar, and Harry, whose grandmother is Anya Waynwood. What about Jon, huh...

2) I noticed a pattern in Arianne's canonical romances that might mirror and/or foreshadow both Jon and Sansa's. She expresses a crush on Oberyn, her uncle, (we won't be getting into the incredibly gross hypersexualisation here or how her issues with Doran affect this, but they exist of course) but this is incredibly unrequited (actually, theory 3 notes that literally every uncle/niece | aunt/nephew relationship is a complete disaster, which does not bode well for Jonerice) -> very unrequited Jonerice and Creepyfinger. Her intended first time was supposed to be a threesome with Tyene - her bastard COUSIN whom she stresses she thinks of as a SISTER - and some dude who fell asleep and prevented it from actually happening -> a third member of the love triangle (Daeny) sleeping forever (dying). Her actual first time happens with Daemon Sand, a bastard, around the same age Sansa will be when reuniting with Jon, in turn probably still disguised as Alayne. She can't marry him, not only because of his status, but also since she was betrothed to Viserys, an insane abusive pretender king -> Joffrey! Daenerys! Instead, Arianne will most likely marry her cousin Aegon - also related to her via his mother and her father, like Jon and Sansa, he probably will die, and she will then go on to claim her birthright as Dornish Princess, have Daemon legitimized and marry him -> marry a cousin and a bastard. Like, that's just a lot of coincidences, right?

3) Literally every relationship between someone and their parent's sibling('s spouse) is straight up horrendous and amongst the worst in ASOIAF:

- Rhaena and her half-uncle Maegor the Cruel, forcibly wedded after he usurped her husband and daughters and Aegon II. died.

- Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen, straight up grooming and him ditching her for a little girl in the middle of a war.

- we don't know about Serena Stark's and Sansa Stark's marriages to Edric and Jonnel "One-Eye" Stark, but it does reek of stealing the girls' birthright by wedding them themselves.

- Creepyfinger is technically Sansa's uncle by marriage to Lysa, and she in turn is technically Joffrey's aunt twice over through her marriage to Tyrion. Those two ought to be self-evident.

Frankly, only genuine sibling incest and father-daughter incest is described even more disturbingly, versus genuinely loving in-universe examples of cousin marriage exist.

Like damn, with that track record, how could anyone honestly think Jonerice is the big love story of ASOIAF´? Don't make me laugh.

Sorry this was very long, I wonder what you make of these!

Hello!

1) I did not know that. I love it!

2) Andrey Dalt of Lemonwood did NOT fall asleep!

She and Tyene had learned to read together, learned to ride together, learned to dance together. When they were ten Arianne had stolen a flagon of wine, and the two of them had gotten drunk together. They shared meals and beds and jewelry. They would have shared their first man as well, but Drey got too excited and spurted all over Tyene's fingers the moment she drew him from his breeches. Her hands are dangerous. The memory made her smile. (AFFC, The Princess in the Tower)

The whole “shared first man” thing actually makes me think of Joffrey and Littlefinger, placing Tyene firmly into a category with Margaeryn and Lysa, who both have “shared first man with a sibling” themes, along with sharing with Sansa if their husbands are to be believed. Tyene’s association with poison and the faith, the sharing of jewelry and wine, and her dangerous hands just confirm the whole connection to Littlefinger and the Tyrell’s, as well. Also, the “lemon wood”, which is my horrible read of the phallic Giant’s Lance lemon cake Littlefinger has made for Sansa. Something will go wrong there for Littlefinger (which is another phallic metaphor thanks to Myranda, baaaaaah.)

(Do we know if Tyene maybe was the one who betrayed Arianne?)

Really like the rest, though!

3) Couldn’t agree more.

Thank you for sharing!

#asoiaf #sansa stark #arianne martell #parallels #Littlefinger #tyene sand #andrey dalt #anti jonerys #anti sansa x petyr

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vivacissimx · 3 years

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fic: desert thirst is like no other (rating: M, 12k, modern au oneshot)

pairings: arianne martell/daemon sand

summary: With the signatures on her second set of divorce papers barely dry, prodigal daughter Arianne Martell returns to Dorne to deal with a looming threat against her family.

Tracing a string of dangerous ex-lovers leads her all the way back to the very first: deadly Daemon Sand, whose dimples still make her heart skip a beat.

#asoiaf fic #arianne x daemon #arianne martell #daemon sand #am i the only person alive who ships this? sounds fake #gerold dayne #doran martell #viserys targaryen #divorce but sexy #jayne ladybright #aegon vi targaryen #tyene sand #oberyn martell #obara sand #arys oakheart #arianne x viserys #arianne x arys #arianne is a MOMMY #rhaenys nymeros targaryen

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dorneuniverse · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Arianne Martell & Doran Martell, Arianne Martell & Mellario of Norvos, Arianne Martell & Quentyn Martell, Minor Arianne Martell/Viserys Targaryen, Past Doran Martell/Mellario of Norvos Characters: Arianne Martell, Viserys Targaryen, Rhaenys Targaryen (Daughter of Elia), Tyene Sand, Mellario of Norvos, Doran Martell, Quentyn Martell Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Arianne Martell Week 2021, #SRA, Southern Renaissance Approved, Family Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Some Humor, Romance Series: Part 2 of Modern Families Summary:

The wait for an announcement causes old and new anxieties to flare up.

#arianne martell #viserys targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #tyene sand #mellario of norvos #doran martell #quentyn martell #arianne x viserys #house martell #arianneweek21 #fanfic #a song of ice and fire

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lj-todd · 4 years

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So, for Of Sand and Snow, I decided to go with the characters ages in the books as I could and, as such, the actors from the show most definitely do not fit for this fic. Of Sand and Snow, which is going to be the first in a short series of fics, is set between 281-283AC so I chose actors/actresses who I feel better reflected the canon!ages (a few characters ages aren’t listed canonically so I made some educated guesses). If an age is not listed with a character then it means that character is no longer living. (Set II || Set III)

Lyanna - Lulu Wilson Oberyn - Diego Tinoco (*EDIT* - special thanks to @artemisbianco for this suggestion that I absolutely love for young!Oberyn!) Obara - Mackenzie Hancsicsak Nymeria - Brooklyn Prince Tyene - Eden Grace Redfield Rickard - Russell Crowe Lyarra - Cate Blanchett Brandon - Danila Kozlovsky Eddard - Oliver Stark Benjen - Sebastian Croft Doran - Omid Abtahi Mellario - Leonor Varela Arianne - Lotus Blossom

#of sand and snow #fancast #oberyn x lyanna #oberyn martell #lyanna stark #obara sand #nymeria sand #tyene sand #rickard stark #lyarra stark #brandon stark #eddard stark #benjen stark #dorian martell #mellario of norvos #arianne martell

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valaenarhaegarovna · 6 years

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There’s no ice the Sun can’t melt

Original request: Well i will try on this: Jon Snow/Arianne Martell , suprise me on the take but avoid cheap Angst.

Requested by: @kalilseied

Notes: Answering requests takes me so much time omg...

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Arianne had made a decision.

The moment her eyes landed on the northerner bastard, she vowed to make him hers.

Jon Snow had arrived with her uncle after his short trip North. He had found the boy on his way back from the Wall, and Oberyn told Jon Snow the truth about the place he was going. Her uncle told her that the boy had been angry at his father and uncle for not telling him what the Wall really was, and Jon Snow gave up about that silly idea after Oberyn invited him to discover the wonders of Dorne.

Arianne was glad for it. Had Jon Snow taken his vows, it would be a waste. Such a fine specimen shouldn't go celibate. The heir of Sunspear had watched the man intensely as he presented himself in front of her father, respectful and submissive. Like all bastards from out of Dorne. She had thought to herself, pitting the boy and cursing his old home. She would need to help him out of his shyness.

But it wasn't going to be easy. It had been hard to find the northerner alone; he was always following her uncle, sparring with Obara or trying to learn Cyvasse from Quentyn. To talk to him in front of others wouldn't do; if her father knew of her intentions, he would lock her away and forbid Arianne of getting what she wanted, and that was out of question.

It took her a week to get to him. Jon was reading a very heavy book that Arianne recognized as Quentyn's copy of Building an Realm: The story of Dorne's Great War. A marvelous work about how Nymeria united the entire dorsinh Kingdom. He likes fierce women... Good to know.

"What are you reading?" She asked innocently, leaning closer to him from behind, pretending to be interested on the book.

"Princess!" He cried in surprise, letting go of the heavy book, causing it to land directly on his foot. Jon whined in pain, put stood up in a jump to show his respects. "I am sorry for not greeting you, I failed to notice your approach."

That had been her plan all along.

She gave him a mischievous smile and leaned over to help him with the book, showing of her cleavage. When she rose, she noticed his red cheeks, and her smile grew bigger. Arianne was well aware of her power over men and women. It wouldn't take long to have Jon Snow in her bed.

Or so she thought.

But as more days passed, Jon Snow did nothing but run away from her. He was never alone, and if she found him on his own, the boy would give some excuse and get away fast. Arianne was confused, to say at least. Maybe he liked boys, it wasn't impossible; her uncle Oberyn liked men and women and the princess had even met a girl who liked none! Still, Jon Snow had reacted to her... Why would he flee at the mere sight of her?

Arianne sat at one of the natural pools, enjoying the way the sun kissed her skin. After trying to find herself alone with Jon and failing more times than she liked to admit, the princess just wanted to enjoy some time alone; with nothing on her mind but silly songs she used to hear as a child.

She was surprised by the sound of something big jumping in the water. Arianne opened her eyes to find Ghost's red orbs staring right into her soul. The Martell simply smiled and ran her fingers through the animal's fur, liking how soft it felt.

"Your fur is growing again." She told him. "We will have to cut it again soon, or you will melt in this heat."

The Direwolf just stared at her with those incredibly intelligent eyes. Ghost was very popular in Dorne, notably among the small folk; the kids loved to follow the beast whenever Jon visited Sunspear with Oberyn. Ghost didn't mind the attention, but he always seemed rather annoyed by it. The beast had a quiet nature, his silence only adding to that idea.

"Is your owner afraid of me, Ghost?" Arianne asked, feeling a little weird for being talking to an animal. "He is always avoiding me, it is ridiculous." She chuckled, caressing the beast's neck. "If I were someone else, I would have given up already."

"Should I tell Prince Doran that his heir has gone mad and is fond of talking to an animal?"

The princess turned around to stick her tongue out to her cousin, Tyene. The other woman just did the same, giving Arianne a mischievous smile. The sand snake made her way into the pool, her long blonde hair tied up to avoid the water. Tyene sat at her cousin's side, staring back at Ghost.

"What are you looking at?" She asked the beast. "Aren't you supposed to be with your northerner, beast?"

Ghost showed her his teeth, big as daggers. He could easily rip Tyene's throat apart. Arianne failed to understand why her cousin felt like treating the sweet animal that way.

"I know what you are trying to do, cousin." Tyene told her, her blue eyes filled with worry. "You know well that your father would never allow this."

"He never cared about my lovers before, I find it strange that he warned me not to seduce Jon Snow." The princess groaned. "Uncle Oberyn has a bastard for lover, why can't I take Jon Snow?"

"My father is not the heir to Sunspear." Tyene said with a certain wisdom on her voice. "Besides, he is Lord Stark's son."

She understood it better, now. The Starks had been by Robert's side when he went for the Throne, when he allowed the murder of Elia, Rhaenys and Aegon. It made sense that her father would be against any type of relation between them. Arianne was most glad that Oberyn had overseen that small detail; otherwise, Jon wouldn't be there with them.

"Jon has no fault on what happened."

"Yes, but grief can cloud one's judgement." Her cousin warned her. "Princess Elia's death is still a healing wound, and we must give your father time." Tyene's voice softened. "He will soon see who Jon really is, and forget about his blood."

"I hope so." Arianne stood abruptly. "I will go back to my chambers, I need to rest."

"Will you take the beast with you?"

Ghost bared his teeth at Tyene and the Princess only smiled at that.

"Ghost, come with me!" She asked the direwolf with a sweet tone, not sure if he would actually follow her. But he did. The animal got out of the water fast, waiting for her to join him at the sand. "You are very impatient when the matter is getting far away from Tyene." The princess playfully whispered to Ghost, not feeling even a little bit weird for chatting with an animal. "I just wish you two would get along, she is my favorite."

As usual, no sound came from the wolf. They walked back to the Water Garden's living area, the servants no longer feared the beast, but still avoided it. They looked at Arianne in awe as she walked past them with Ghost by her side, it gave her a strange sensation of power. Maybe she should ask Jon if the direwolf could stay with her more often. It would be hard to stay at Jon's presence long enough to make the request, but she would try.

Arianne stopped, shocked.

Jon Snow was waiting by her chamber´s door.

"Jon?"

"Your Highness!" He stuttered, his eyes went to his animal companion. "Ghost?"

"He came looking for me, but I do not know it's reasons." She told him, watching the wolf go to his owner. "Is there anything you desire, Jon?"

That had been a tricky question, and she knew it very well, but she just couldn't help it to play games with him.

"I wished to talk to you, your Highness." He muttered those words in his heavy northerner accent. Obara had found it distasteful, but Arianne adored it. "If you have time, of course."

"I have some spare time." The princess would always find time for him, especially in her bed. "Tell me your heart's desire, Jon."

By the glint on his eyes, she knew he would do much more than that.

I really enjoyed writing this... I might write more Jon/Arianne in the future!

#jon snow #Arianne Martell #jon snow x arianne martell #house stark #house martell #tyene sand #game of thrones fanfiction #requested

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tyrellsimsoficeandfire · 7 years

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Dreams of Robber Knights

“My uncle Oberyn brought me here, with Tyene and Sarella.’ The memory made Arianne smile. ‘He caught some vipers and showed Tyene the safest way to milk them for their venom. Sarella turned over rocks, brushed sand off the mosaics, and wanted to know everything there was to know about the people who had lived here.’

'And what did you do, princess?’ asked Spotted Sylvia.

I sat beside the well and pretended that some robber knight had brought me here to have his way with me, she thought, a tall hard man with black eyes and a widow’s peak.”

A Feast for Crows Chapter 21 (The Queenmaker).

Arianne Martell’s memory mixed with her fantasy of a knight who bears a strong resemblance with Oberyn.

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hollowwhisperings · 2 years

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ASOIAF character ages going into Winds of Winter (300AC).

KEY

• [X AC] = X years after Aegon I Targaryen's Crowning in Oldtown.

• [~X] = almost/roughly X years old.

• [X-Y] = age range of X to Y years old.

• [X~Y] = minimum age to maximum, given contextual evidence.

• [x*] = if x character is not dead

~ All ages are derived from birthdates on the ASOIAF wiki, as given in canon or as calculated by fans ~

OLD AS HECK

• Brynden "Bloodraven" Rivers (125)

• Lord Walder Frey (92)

• Lady-Dowager Olenna "Queen of Thorns" Redwyne (82)

ADULTS

• Ser Barristan Selmy (64-73)

• Ser Brynden "The Blackfish" Tully (~57)

• Lord Wyman Manderly (48-61 y/o)

• Lady Maege Mormont (41-61 y/o)

• Ser Jorah Mormont (~46)

• Prince Doran Martell & Captain Areo Hotar (~43)

• Ser Davos Seaworth (40-45)

• Ser Jon Connington & Lord Roose Bolton (~40)

• Lord Mace Tyrell (37~44)

• King Stannis I Baratheon (36)

• Lady Alerie Hightower (36~43)

• Lord Howland Reed (35-40)

• Ser Jaime Lannister & Queen Cersei I (34)

• First Ranger Benjen Stark & Aurane Waters (~33)

• King Euron "Crow's Eye" Greyjoy (32~43 y/o)

• Lord Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish (32)

• Victarion Greyjoy (31~43)

• Ser Sandor Clegane* (~30)

• Obara Sand (~29)

• Ser Harrold Hardyng (~29)

• Tyrion Lannister (27)

• Ser Gerold "Darkstar" Dayne (26-30)

• Lord Edmure Tully (26~33)

• Nymeria "Lady Nym" Sand & Lady Taena Merryweather (~26)

• Asha Greyjoy (~25)

• Ser Willas Tyrell (24~31)

YOUNG ADULTS

• Princess Arianne Martell (24)

• Tyene Sand & Ser Garlan Tyrell (23)

• Theon Greyjoy* (22)

• Mya Stone & Myranda Royce (~21)

• ~20 y/o: Brienne of Tarth, Wynafryd Manderly & Sarella "The Sphinx" Sand.

• Steward Satin of The Night's Watch (18-20)

HODOR

• Walder of Winterfell, 15~25.

TEENAGERS

• ~18 y/o: Aegon VI "Young Griff" Targaryen, Ramsay Snow, Lady Roslin Frey, Ser Loras Tyrell*, Lancel Lannister.

• Penny (17-19)

• ~17 y/o: Queen Margaery I, Queen Jeyne I*, Meera Reed, Lord Commander Jon Snow*, Novice Samwell "The Slayer" Tarly, Queen Daenerys I Targaryen, Irri.

• ~16 y/o: Jhiqui, Gendry Waters, Lady Alys Karstark.

• Wylla Manderly (14-16)

• Martyn Lannister (13-15)

CHILDREN

• ~14 y/o: Sansa "Alayne" Stark, Jeyne Poole*, Jojen Reed, Podrick Payne, Elia Sand.

• 13 y/o: Trystane Martell, Lord Ned Dayne*, Edric Storm, Devan Seaworth.

• ~12: Missandei of Naath & Obella Sand.

• 11 y/o: Arya "No-One" Stark, Beth Cassel*, Princess Shireen Baratheon.

• 10 y/o: Bran Stark, Lyanna Mormont, Elmar Frey, Princess Myrcella*.

• ~8 y/o: Lord Robert "Sweetrobin" Arryn, King Tommen I, Dorea Sand.

• 7 y/o: Loreza Sand.

TODDLERS&BABIES

• Rickon Stark* (5)

• ~2: Ghost, Nymeria, Summer & Shaggydog* (born in 298AC, AGOT).

• "Monster", Drogon, Viserion & Rhaegal (born 299AC).

• Prince Aemon Steelsong, son of Dalla (born 300AC).

UNKNOWN: Ellaria Sand, Lord Yohn Royce, Lord Orton Merryweather, Dolorous Edd, Queen Selyse Florent, Ser Ilyn Payne, Daario Naharis, Hizdahr zo Loraq, King Mance Rayder, Magnar Sigorn of Thenn, Tormund Giantsbane, Osha, Val.

*IF NOT DEAD

• Ashara Dayne, dead at 14~23 y/o in 283AC.

• Ashara Dayne, (~36): for rumours of Ned/Ashara to be at all plausible to me, Ashara must have been 16 years old at MINIMUM during the Tourney of Harrenhall (well within her approximated birthdates of 260-269AC).

#fandom resource #asoiaf #character ages #asoiaf timeline #valyrianscrolls #i started this on the back of an envelope #look how it's grown #meta commentary to follow #plz correct math #i have birthdates in a separate sticky note

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sunontherhoyne · 3 years

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I’ve seen the Rhaenys x Robb pairing. Unlike many that I find too “fanfictiony” if you know what I mean, I could actually see that being a thing.

Hypothetically, either Jaime or someone could have stopped Amory Lorch, and then high and mighty respectable Lord Tywin and King Robert couldn’t just publicly murder a small girl afterwards.

Robert loved and trusted Ned (one of his better attributes) and Jon Arryn was smart: having Rhaenys as a ward aka hostage in Winterfell to marry Robb at a later date accomplishes a lot: it isolates Rhaenys from Dorne: her main support base, takes her out of the line for the Throne, gives her to a dependable and loyal vassel unlikely to rise anytime in the future and even if it did, The North is one of the smallest populations, so not a big potential military rival.

Also on another note, it’s pretty sweet and kind of a tear jerker to think that in this timeline, instead of Arianne and Tyene trying to escape to marry Willas at Highgarden, they might have tried to get to the North to save their cousin and bring her home.

You've hit on the exact reasons why the pairing is so good. It's perfectly plausible in a Rhaenys lives au, and we see Robb and can imagine him being a pretty good husband to her.

I do have to be annoyed at you for giving me another idea though. Like, imagine if, during the chaos that was the Greyjoy Rebellion, little Rhaenys just happens to go missing. (Just want to state now that no one is truly able to be blamed- Catelyn was either close to giving birth to one of her kids or on bed rest afterwards, and most of the men were out fighting the Ironborn.)

Dorne asks some very pointed questions about why their beloved princess went missing, some attempts at diplomacy are had (including a lot of concessions because now the Baratheons have no leverage over the Martells), and Robb grows up wondering what happened to the sad but kind girl he somewhat remembers. Was she killed or kidnapped by the Wildlings? Was she taken back to Dorne or somewhere else and hidden away?

At least, until things go down in King's Landing several years later, and the Northern forces receive an offer of alliance from Dorne- one that suggests that they honor an old betrothal and Robb marries a woman that has been declared the rightful Queen...

#my dumb aus

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megashadowdragon · 3 years

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This post is a reworked and somewhat expanded tidbit from a massive writing about House Martell I posted last Friday. I think the topic—Doran's gout—is of interest even to those who have no interest in "tinfoil" of any kind. Because I think it deserves a wider airing than the one it likely got buried deep in the comment-continuations of a monster post, I decided to pull out the relevant, not-tinfoil-y stuff, goose it out a little, and post it on its own, separated from the tinfoil context.

TL;DR: Doran has "saturnine gout", caused by chronic lead poisoning from the lead sugar used to sweeten his beloved "sweet heavy strongwine". His gout and elements of his story are a riff on the story of the infamously gout-afflicted real world King Charles I of Spain AKA Holy Roman Emperor Charles V.

All About Doran's Gout

Doran has gout. Why might that be, and what is the purpose of giving him gout?

Gout was historically/colloquially believed to be caused by excessive alcohol (onlinelibrary . wiley . com/doi/pdf/10 . 1002/art . 1780080442 ) consumption. We absolutely see Doran drink and indeed show a "love" for "sweet, heavy strongwine":

[Doran] ate a bit of it, and drank a cup of the sweet, heavy strongwine that he loved. When it was empty, he filled it once again. (CotG)

Each of the Martells in general seems to like to drink in their own way, too. Thus we see Selmy tell Dany Quentyn is…

"Drinking with his knights" (DWD Dae VIII)

…and when Quent subsequently appears, his face is "flushed and ruddy". Dany assumes he's drunk on wine (just like Elder Brother):

Too much wine, the queen concluded… (ibid.)

We also see Quentyn really savor a glass of wine in the dark and pour himself another, much as Doran did, above:

Quentyn… poured himself a cup of wine and drank it in the dark. The taste was sweet solace on his tongue, so he lit a candle and poured himself another. (DWD tDT)

Oberyn swills wine like water:

"Is it Dornish wine you're drinking?" [said Oberyn.]

"From the Arbor."

Oberyn made a face. "Red water."

…

"I think I may drink some of Lord Redwyne's grape juice after all."

"As you like." Tyrion served him a cup.

The man took a sip, sloshed it about in his mouth, and swallowed. "It will serve, for the moment. I will send you up some strong Dornish wine on the morrow." He took another sip. (SOS Ty IX)

Tyrion found Prince Oberyn drinking a cup of red wine as he donned his armor. He was attended by four of his younger Dornish lordlings. "Good morrow to you, my lord," the prince said. "Will you take a cup of wine?"

"Should you be drinking before battle?"

"I always drink before battle." (SOS Ty X)

Arianne likewise really enjoys her wine:

When [Arianne] required more wine, Timoth would fetch it. (FFC PitT)

When [Arianne and Tyene] were ten Arianne had stolen a flagon of wine, and the two of them had gotten drunk together. (PitT)

Cedra glanced up shyly at his name and almost spilled the wine that she was pouring [for Arianne]. (PitT)

[Arianne] drank a little wine to settle her stomach. (PitT)

She seems to prefer her wine strong and she makes fun of Arys's low tolerance for alcohol:

[Arys:] "I was drunk when I said that.

[Arianne:] "You'd had three cups of watered wine." (FFC tSK)

She also tacitly informs us that the Dornish as a whole are a drunken bunch when she says the "Drunken Dornishman" Inn was "aptly named". (TWOW Ari II)

Thus we might simply conclude that Doran has gout because he, like a typical Martell and typical Dornishman, drinks too much.

In truth, though, while booze isn't good for gout, clinically fructose is a greater villain. Thus Doran's orange-eating—

He had decided to break his fast before he went, with a blood orange and a plate of gull's eggs diced with bits of ham and fiery peppers. (CotG)

"We were eating oranges." - Doran Martell (CotG)

—is probably worse for his gout than his alcohol consumption, per se (notwithstanding the fact that vitamin C on its own may slightly lower one's risk of contracting gout in the first place). Besides all the oranges he eats, the purine-rich ham he puts in his eggs is especially bad for him, while the dates Dorne is known for (along with its fruit in general)—

A fortnight past, a trader had been butchered in the shadow city, a harmless man who'd come to Dorne for fruit and found death instead of dates. (FFC tSK)

—are a veritable fructose bomb.

Not Simply Gout, But Saturnine Gout

All that having been said, I strongly suspect that Doran's gout is not about his alcohol consumption, per se, nor even all that fruit. Rather, I suspect his gout is "saturnine gout", which is caused by lead poisoning. Lead sugar AKA "salt of Saturn" AKA lead acetate was often added to wine in and after the Middle Ages to sweeten and/or preserve it. And what kind of wine does Doran love?

sweet, heavy [like lead!] strongwine

Sounds like wine sweetened with lead sugar to me, especially given (a) lead's colloquial reputation as quintessentially "heavy" and (b) GRRM's love of wordplay.

Sure enough, the distinguishing features of saturnine gout perfectly coincide with Doran's symptoms. Unlike normal gout, which tends to afflict one or perhaps two joints only and most frequently the joint at the base of the big toe, bouts of saturnine gout "tend to occur in the knee" and "are frequently polyarticular", meaning they affect many joints at once. (www . ncbi . nlm . nih . gov/pubmed/2661030) Indeed, Doran's knees are a huge problem, and his gout is very polyarticular:

The gout had swollen and reddened his joints grotesquely; his left knee was an apple, his right a melon, and his toes had turned to dark red grapes, so ripe it seemed as though a touch would burst them. (FFC CotG)

Doran has other subtle symptoms that are consistent with lead poisoning/saturnine gout as well. Consider these descriptions of Doran:

…they found Doran Martell seated behind a cyvasse table, his gouty legs supported by a cushioned footstool. He was toying with an onyx elephant, turning it in his reddened, swollen hands. The prince looked worse than she had ever seen him. His face was pale and puffy, his joints so inflamed that it hurt her just to look at them. (FFC PitT)

Beneath the coverlet, his legs were pale, soft, ghastly. Both of his knees were red and swollen, and his toes were almost purple, twice the size they should have been. (DWD tW)

[Doran] sounded so sad, so exhausted, so weak. (FFC PitT)

When he raised his head to look at her, his dark eyes were clouded with pain. Is that the gout? Arianne wondered. (PitT)

In the shade of the orange trees, the prince sat in his chair with his gouty legs propped up before him, and heavy bags beneath his eyes . . . though whether it was grief or gout that kept him sleepless, Hotah could not say. (CotG)

The prince leaned back against his pillows and closed his eyes, but Hotah knew he did not sleep. He is in pain. (CotG)

Sometimes in the deep black hours of the morning sleep found him in his chair. (CotG)

The prince sat in his high seat beneath the Martell spear, his face pale with pain. (CotG)

Look, his hand is shaking. The Prince of Dorne is terrified. (tSK)

[Doran's] legs had been useless for three years, but there was still some strength in his hands and shoulders. (DWD tW)

Doran's generalized pain, exhaustion and weakness, his insomnia (complete with more wordplay surrounding lead's weight: he has "heavy bags under his eyes"), his hand tremors (if not feigned for Arys's benefit) and his mostly pallid complexion combined with the lividity (blood pooling/dark color/swelling) in his hands and lower body is likewise consistent with chronic lead poisoning.

Another symptom of lead poisoning is loss of appetite (whereas common gout is associated with overconsumption), and Doran certainly doesn't seem the hungry sort:

A serving man brought him a bowl of purple olives, with flatbread, cheese, and chickpea paste. He ate a bit of it, and drank a cup of the sweet, heavy strongwine that he loved.

Chronic common gout leads to the formation of "tophi"—white, chalky deposits of uric acid crystals which can break through the skin—whereas "tophi rarely develop" in cases of saturnine gout. And lo! There's no hint of tophi in the descriptions of Doran's gout symptoms.

Given the medical evidence, it's safe to say that Doran's beloved strongwine is the primary cause of his troubles. (In a certain unusual sense, then, it can be said that Doran does have a drinking problem of sorts after all. It's just not the alcohol that's causing the problem.)

The "Saturnine" Giveaway

While the medical evidence adds up, for me there's an even better, textually-coded reason to believe that Doran has saturnine gout. Remembering that saturnine gout is caused by lead poisoning, isn't it interesting that Doran's brother Oberyn is (a) a master poisoner and (b) literally called "saturnine" in juxtaposition to a reference to Doran's gout"

"My brother's health requires he remain at Sunspear." The princeling removed his helm. Beneath, his face was lined and saturnine, with thin arched brows above large eyes as black and shiny as pools of coal oil. (SOS Ty V)

Ladies and gentlemen: GRRM.

The Charles I/V Parallel

Doran's gout is clearly riffing on the story of one of real-world history's most infamous gout sufferers: Spain's King Charles I AKA Holy Roman Emperor Charles V.

Charles didn't marry until he was 25—very late in life for his era and station. Doran likewise married very late for a firstborn highborn man of Westeros: Given that Doran is 52 at the beginning of AFFC, in very early 300 AC—

Though he was but two-and-fifty, Doran Martell seemed much older. (FFC CotG)

—he was likely 25 c. 273, when he did not sail to Casterly Rock with his mother and siblings because…

…Doran was [as yet merely] betrothed to Lady Mellario of Norvos… (SOS Ty X)

Much as King Charles famously fell in love with his wife at first sight, so did Doran and Mellario fall for one another at first sight—

"I saw Volantis once, on my way to Norvos, where I first met Mellario. The bells were ringing, and the bears danced down the steps. Areo will recall the day."

"I remember," echoed Areo Hotah in his deep voice. "The bears danced and the bells rang, and the prince wore red and gold and orange. My lady asked me who it was who shone so bright."

Prince Doran smiled wanly. (FFC PitT)

—such that It Is Known that he "married for love". (DWD tDT)

Perhaps most obviously, Charles was infamously carried from place to place in a sedan chair due to the pain of his gout, just as Doran transported by litter, unable to walk or even ride.

King Charles was famous for something else, too: a famously enlarged lower jaw. And what do you know, Doran's son Quentyn "heavy jaw" that is "too square", which Doran seems to share, as Arianne says Quentyn both "looks like" and "looks too much like" Doran. (DWD Dae VII; tMM; FFC PitT; WOW Ari I)

Two Doran-Charles connections are more playful. First, Charles's love was Isabella of Portugal. Portugal is, of course, famous for the production of Port, which "coincidentally" could be described rather perfectly as a "sweet heavy strongwine" like the one Doran "loved".

Second, while Charles's wife Isabella gave birth to five children in total, two of her sons died as infants, leaving her with three children who grew to adulthood. This just so happen to prefigure what we're told about Doran's mother:

"I was the oldest," the prince said, "and yet I am the last. After Mors and Olyvar died in their cradles, I gave up hope of brothers. I was nine when Elia came, a squire in service at Salt Shore. … And a year later Oberyn arrived, squalling and kicking." (FFC CotG)

All these allusions to King/Emperor Charles are fascinating. To the extent that some people have speculated that Charles suffered from saturnine gout, much like many believe the Romans did, the parallel could even help reinforce the idea that Doran's gout is saturnine, caused by the lead sugar used to sweeten his wine.

The Point

Neat, huh? For many, parallels and references like this are simply "easter eggs", interesting little nuggets that are "cool" and little else.

Personally, I think they're an inherent part of GRRM's greater project, part of a web of references pointing to in-world truths that ASOIAF has yet to even let us know we don't know. (We are all all Jon Snows to GRRM's Ygritte, here.) The much larger writing from pieces of this writing were extracted, reworked and expanded upon here (a reworking which I have subsequently gone back and overlaid into the original) argues that House Nymeros-Martell has two major players in interesting places that readers do not yet realize are Martells. Specifically, that writing argues that Archmaester Marwyn the Mage is a Martell, and that Elder Brother of Quiet Isle, who has no name and who tells Brienne he "died" at the Trident, is in fact none other than the "late" Prince Lewyn of Dorne, who I argue is Marwyn's younger brother.

And wouldn't you know it? Marwyn has a King Charles-esque "slab of jaw", while Elder Brother has a "heavy jaw", also called a "thick square jaw". (FFC Sam V, B VI) What's more, if I'm correct that Elder Brother is a former prince of Dorne who's now retired to the monastic retreat on Quiet Isle, this sets up a huge parallel to history's most famous gout sufferer, Charles V. How so?

Charles famously abdicated all his titles and retired to a monastery, which is exactly what I argue Doran's uncle Lewyn did after the Battle of the Trident. What's more, Charles famously staged his own death and resurrection at the monastery—

…about six months before his death Charles staged his own funeral, complete with shroud and coffin, after which he "rose out of the coffin, and withdrew to his apartment, full of those awful sentiments, which such a singular solemnity was calculated to inspire." (wikipedia: Charles V, quoting a famous 19th century biography of Charles)

—which is in essence what I believe Lewyn Martell did when he was "reborn" as a monk on Quiet Isle:

"When I died in the Battle of the Trident…" - Elder Brother (FFC B VI)

"I woke here, upon the Quiet Isle. The [old] Elder Brother told me I had washed up on the tide, naked as my name day. I can only think that someone found me in the shallows, stripped me of my armor, boots, and breeches, and pushed me back out into the deeper water. The river did the rest. We are all born naked, so I suppose it was only fitting that I come into my second life the same way. I spent the next ten years in silence." - Elder Brother (FFC B VI)

#asoiaf #A Song of Ice and Fire #doran martell #asoiaf meta

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