[Dorne - Sunspear]

Prince Doran, his daughter, Arianne, son, Trystane, his son's betrothed, Myrcella, and his nieces, Obara and Nymeria were gathered in his solar. His brother, Oberyn, sat on a chair beside him.

As usual, Areo Hotah was nearby, watching for any harm to his Prince or family.

"I received this, this morning." He held up a scroll. "Your mother and sister were captured on their return to Dorne."

"By who?" Obara asked, not bothering to correct him when he called Ellaria her mother. She respected the woman, but did not call her mother. At best, she was a mother figure.

"Euron Greyjoy."

"The Greyjoys are working with Cersei? I thought they were working with Daenerys," Arianne said.

She had met Yara Greyjoy while she treated with Daenerys.

The young woman was fierce, and fuelled by the hatred of her uncle, for murdering her father.

"Yara has also been captured." He told them.

"They have my daughter and my lover," Oberyn said. "What are you going to do about it, brother?"

"We must plan our next move carefully," Prince Doran said. "We cannot rush into anything. We must consider all the options and their possible consequences."

"And one of those options should be putting an end to the Lannister and Greyjoy threat once and for all," Oberyn added, his voice cold. "We should support Daenerys and her dragons. Together, we could be unstoppable."

Doran nodded in agreement. "Indeed, we should consider our options carefully. And one of those options is indeed aligning ourselves with Daenerys Targaryen. However, there is another option that we must not overlook: Morgana Baratheon. Myrcella's older sister, who is believed to be King Robert's only trueborn child from his marriage to Cersei. Morgana rules as Queen of the North, with her husband, Robb Stark, and has two infant sons; two heirs. She too has a claim to the Iron Throne. It would be prudent for us to reach out to her, offering a pact of mutual protection and support against the common threat of Cersei Lannister and Euron Greyjoy."

"I trusted Daenerys." Arianne spoke. "What happened to Quentyn was not her fault. She presented herself as a just and worthy ruler. I really thought I was wrong in rushing to crown Morgana. But, perhaps, I was wrong in allowing myself to be swayed by pretty words and actions."

"You cannot blame yourself, daughter. Clearly Ellaria saw something in her as you did. Otherwise she would not have used the permission I gave her to authorize an alliance."

"She cannot have children," Arianne muttered.

"Who?"

"Daenerys. Her husband was injured fighting one of his men and she accepted the help of a witch from a village their horde had just captured. She had been raped three times before Daenerys commanded her husband's men to stop. This witch only made his condition worse."

"What did she expect?" Obara scoffed. "Her husband's khalasar just invaded the woman's home, and she would just fix him?"

"The witch performed a ritual that cost Daenerys her son and left her husband in a vegetative state. She was told she could not have any more children."

"Then how does she mean to carry on the Targaryen line when she claims the Throne?" Nymeria asked. "Morgana has two sons. One who can sit the Iron Throne, and another to inherit his father's lands."

"At least Morgana hasn't hurt our family," Nymeria added. "Daenerys got our sister and Ellaria captured, and quite possibly killed."

"Father killed the Mountain, but that bitch Cersei Lannister had her maestar resurrect him. They insulted our house once again by sending us a fake." Obara backed up her sister.

"Cersei Lannister rules by fear," Ariane said. "The people don't love her and she does not care. But, Daenerys... she wants the love of the people, not just the Throne. The love which Morgana already inspired through her good deeds with the smallfolk."

"And you believe her daughter would help us bring down her mother?" Doran asked.

For the first time, Myrcella spoke. "Aelinor loves our mother, like most children do. But, our mother has taken so much from her. She killed the King, to sit my brother on the throne. Her father conspired to have Morgana's husband and goodmother murdered. She still want Robb dead, despite them having two children together. Morgana does not seek power, but somehow it seems to be drawn to her. I remember she told me, that in some ways, she wished she was born a boy, so she could be heir instead of Joffrey. She knew what a monster he was. We all did. But, our mother ignored it and crowned him King."

"What do you believe we should do?"

"I've nevr learned anything about war or battle strategies. That was meant for our brothers. Neither of them learned either. But, I would do as you said. Wait for Ellaria and Tyene to be returned and observe. See if Daenerys is still worthy of supporting, or if we should support my sister. It would certainly help with her and Prince Daemon's combined claims. Targaryen and Baratheon loyalists would both be satisfied. But, only as a last resort, if things with Daenerys continue to deteriorate."

"And you said you nevr learned strategies," Trystane teased, causing her to smile.

The prince paused, considering the reaction of those in the room. "Obara, you and Nymeria have served me well. You have proven your loyalty and your abilities. I would like you two to travel north, to meet with Queen Morgana. Present her with my offer of alliance. Discuss with her the benefits that such an alliance would bring, not only to our houses, but to all of Westeros."

"We will not fail you, my Lord," Obara said, bowing her head. Nymeria nodded in agreement.

The two women exchanged glances. Though they were close, they knew they had their own roles to play. Obara was the more level-headed of the two, often serving as a voice of reason when Nymeria's fiery temper got the better of her. Still, they both respected each other and worked well together.

"We shall ride north with all haste, my Lord," Obara said, bowing her head. "We will not rest until we have met with Queen Morgana and delivered your message."

Nymeria nodded in agreement, her dark eyes gleaming with determination. "And we shall return with her answer, be it yes or no. We will not fail you."

As they prepared to leave, Prince Doran granted them each a small token of his gratitude: a jeweled dagger for Obara and a silver chain for Nymeria. The women bowed low before him, accepting their gifts with grace.

The journey north was long and arduous, taking them through lands both familiar and foreign. They passed by ancient forests where the trees were so tall they blocked out the sun, and across treacherous mountain passes where snowdrifts reached higher than the horses' backs. Along the way, they faced many dangers, from roving bands of bandits to wild animals that prowled the dark woods. But their bond as sisters-in-arms was stronger than any obstacle, and they emerged from each trial unscathed.

Finally, they arrived at the frost-covered gates of Winterfell, the seat of Queen Morgana's power. The guards at the gate were massive men, clad in mail and fur, their breath fogging the air as they stood sentinel. As Obara and Nymeria approached, they announced their names and the purpose of their visit. The guards, recognizing the importance of their mission, hurried off to inform the queen.

They were led through the great hall, its walls adorned with the banners of House Stark and the history of the North. The great hearth at its center crackled with flames, fighting against the chill that permeated the air. Seated on a throne of carefully carved wood, adorned with the direwolf sigil, was Queen Morgana herself. Beside her stood her husband, King Robb, a tall and broad-shouldered man with the Tully's cold blue eyes. Their two infant sons sat on a bench nearby, playing with a ball of yarn, oblivious to the weight of their responsibilities.

Obara and Nymeria bowed low before the queen, their heads bowed in respect. "Your Grace," Obara began, "we come bearing a message of great importance from Prince Doran of House Martell." Queen Morgana raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "Prince Doran seeks an alliance with you, my lady. He offers protection and support against the common threat of Cersei Lannister and Euron Greyjoy."

The queen considered this for a moment, her green eyes narrowing. "And what does Prince Doran propose in return for this alliance?" she asked, her voice cool and measured.

Obara glanced at Nymeria before continuing. "In return, Prince Doran offers the combined forces of House Martell and Dorne, should you require it. He also promises to aid in the rebuilding of the North, should it be necessary."

Queen Morgana leaned back in her throne, her expression thoughtful. "This is indeed an interesting offer," she mused. "Dorne and the North have long been estranged. It would be a great step towards healing those wounds." King Robb nodded in agreement, his expression solemn.

The queen glanced at Obara and Nymeria, her green eyes piercing. "And what of the army of the dead?" she asked bluntly. "You spoke of the common threat, but it is the largest threat that looms over us all. What does Prince Doran propose against the Night King and his horrors?"

Obara swallowed nervously, casting a sideways glance at Nymeria. This was the question they had been dreading. How could they possibly respond? Prince Doran had not explicitly mentioned the army of the dead in his message. As if reading her thoughts, Nymeria squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"Your Grace," Obara began, "we cannot speak for Prince Doran, but we can say that an alliance with House Martell would undoubtedly strengthen the North's position against any threat, including that of the army of the dead. Prince Doran is known for his cunning and strategic mind. If he believes that an alliance with you would be beneficial, then we have faith that he has given this matter due consideration."

Nymeria added, "Moreover, our own experience with Prince Doran has shown us that he values honour and loyalty above all else. He would not make such an offer lightly. If you were to forge this alliance, we are confident that Prince Doran would stand by his word, and that the combined forces of House Martell and the North would be a formidable force against any adversary."

Queen Morgana regarded Obara and Nymeria carefully before speaking. "This is indeed a difficult decision," she said, her voice thoughtful. "The threat of Cersei Lannister and Euron Greyjoy is real and pressing, but so too is the danger posed by the army of the dead." The queen rose from her throne, pacing back and forth in front of the hearth. "I must admit, I am tempted by Prince Doran's offer," she mused. "The alliance would be advantageous in many ways. The combined forces of House Martell and the North would be a formidable force against any adversary."

King Robb nodded in agreement. "Aye, and the rebuilding of the North would be greatly aided by their resources and expertise." He glanced at his wife, seeking her counsel. "What do you think, my love? Should we accept this offer?"

Queen Morgana considered the question for a moment before responding. "I believe that Prince Doran Martell has proven himself to be a cunning and honorable leader. His offer of protection and support against Cersei Lannister and Euron Greyjoy is indeed tempting, as is his promise to aid in the rebuilding of the North." She paused, her expression thoughtful. "However, we must not forget the looming threat of the army of the dead. While Prince Doran has not explicitly addressed this issue in his message, we must assume that he has given it due consideration."

King Robb nodded in agreement. "Aye, and we must also trust in the honor of House Martell to stand by us should the need arise," he said. "Perhaps we could send a diplomatic emissary to Prince Doran, to discuss the army of the dead and any plans he may have for dealing with that threat."

Queen Morgana considered this proposal for a moment before speaking. "You are right, my love. It would be wise to learn more about Prince Doran's strategies and intentions regarding the army of the dead. We must not enter into this alliance blindly. A diplomatic emissary would be an excellent first step." She glanced at Obara and Nymeria, who looked relieved by her words.

"Hela," King Robb said, addressing the servant, "I charge you with this important mission. You will travel to Sunspear and represent us in our negotiations with Prince Doran Martell. You are well-versed in diplomacy and the ways of courtly society. We place our trust in you to forge a strong alliance between our houses."

Hela bowed deeply before replying, "I thank you, Your Majesty, for this honour and trust. I shall not disappoint you. I will return with news of our alliance and, with luck, Prince Doran's plans for dealing with the army of the dead." With that, she began preparations for her journey, gathering supplies and maps, and making arrangements for her travel.

In their shared chambers, Morgana continued her studies of magic, delving deeper into the ancient tomes and learning about the various schools of thought and practices. She practiced her control over the elements, summoning larger whirlwinds and creating more intricate icy sculptures. Her dragon grew restless, eager for release and action, but she knew that the time was not yet right. She had to remain hidden and maintain control over her powers until the moment came to reveal herself.

Hela, meanwhile, began her journey to Sunspear, making good progress despite the challenges of the harsh winter terrain. Along the way, she stopped at various noble estates to pay respects and gather information about the political climate in the Seven Kingdoms. She was careful not to reveal the true nature of her mission, maintaining the guise of a simple diplomat.

Morgana found as she immersed herself in the ancient tomes, mastering the art of controlling the elements, the dragon within her soul grew stronger and more restless, eager to be released. As she practiced her abilities in secret, she could feel the power surging through her veins, ready to be unleashed.

King Robb, meanwhile, spent his days leading his army, training his men, and strategizing with his advisors. He was a fair and just ruler, but he was also wise enough to know that sometimes harsh measures were necessary for the greater good. He was determined to protect his people and the North, even in the face of multiple threats.

The news of Hela's journey to Sunspear spread quickly throughout the castle. Everyone was hopeful that this diplomatic mission would lead to a strong alliance with House Martell, and that together, they could stand against the forces of evil that threatened to engulf the realm.

In the meantime, they received news from Hela that she had successfully reached Sunspear and begun her negotiations with Prince Doran Martell. The initial meetings had gone well, with both sides expressing a mutual respect and desire for a strong alliance. However, when the topic of the army of the dead was broached, Prince Doran was noticeably evasive. He insisted that they focus on the immediate threat posed by Cersei Lannister and Euron Greyjoy before worrying about any potential problems further down the road.

King Robb and Queen Morgana exchanged concerned glances over this development. It was clear that Prince Doran was not planning to share any information about his own strategies or intentions regarding the army of the dead. They wondered if perhaps they should send someone else to continue the negotiations, someone who might be able to coax more information out of the Prince of Dorne.

Simultaneously, Morgana began working on a separate plan to form an alliance with House Velaryon, whose seafaring expertise would be invaluable in combating the Iron Fleet controlled by Euron Greyjoy. She sent a missive to Driftmark, home of House Velaryon, explaining their dire situation and expressing their desire for an alliance.

Lord Vance, who had provided his ship, the Sea Bride, and a crew of men had proven himself to be a valuable ally in their fight against the Boltons, had elected to remain in Winterfell. He was eager to assist them however he could and was impressed by their leadership and strategic thinking.

Lord Valerion Vaelaros, a close friend and ally of Lord Vance, had also remained behind, offering his support and counsel to the King and Queen of the North.

In addition, she and Robb attempted to formulate a plan for a rescue mission of Ellaria and Tyene Sand, believing it might help them secure the support of House Martell, both in their fight against the dead, and against Morgana's mother, Cersei, and Euron Greyjoy.

King Robb and Queen Morgana discussed the possibility of sending a small force to liberate Ellaria and Tyene from the Lannister forces that currently held them captive. The rescue mission would not only demonstrate their commitment to forming an alliance with House Martell, but it would also send a message to Cersei Lannister and Euron Greyjoy that they were not to be underestimated. They weighed the risks of such an operation, considering the Lannisters' formidable army and the potential for retaliation. However, Lord Vance and Lord Valerion Vaelaros both expressed confidence in their chances of success, given their experience in battle and the loyalty of their forces.

Meanwhile, Queen Morgana's missive to Driftmark had been received by Lady Celyse Velaryon, the regent of House Velaryon, in place of her son, Monterys. Lady Celyse was intrigued by the plight of the North and the threat posed by the army of the dead. She agreed to meet with Queen Morgana and King Robb, hoping to discuss the possibility of an alliance between their houses. The Sea Bride, captained by Lord Vance's second in command, set sail for Driftmark, bearing gifts and messages of goodwill from the King and Queen of the North.

In Winterfell, preparations for the rescue mission continued apace. Lord Vance and Lord Valerion Vaelaros trained their men in secret, honing their skills and strategies for the coming battle. They planned to strike swiftly and decisively, taking advantage of the element of surprise and the superior skills of their forces. The date for the operation was set, and all that remained was for Queen Morgana to cast the final spell of concealment upon them, ensuring that their presence would remain undetected until the very moment they sprang their trap.

Lady Celyse Velaryon and her retinue had arrived at Winterfell, sailing north aboard the Sea Bride, captained by Lord Vance's second in command, having travelled with the knowledge of the importance of this meeting. The regent of House Velaryon was impressed by the state of readiness that Winterfell had achieved under King Robb and Queen Morgana's leadership. She was also intrigued by their plan to rescue Ellaria and Tyene Sand from Lannister captivity, seeing it as a bold and honourable gesture that could go a long way in earning the trust of House Martell.

Lady Celyse agreed to meet with Queen Morgana and King Robb in private, where they discussed the possibility of an alliance between their houses. The regent of House Velaryon was cautious, but she saw the wisdom in aligning themselves with the North against the greater threat posed by the undead and the Lannisters. She agreed to consider their proposal and promised to bring it before the Ruling Council of Driftmark for their deliberation.

As preparations for the rescue mission continued, Lord Vance and Lord Valerion Vaelaros led their men through intense training exercises. They practiced stealth maneuvers, close-quarters combat, and coordinated attacks. Their goal was to infiltrate the dungeons of King's undetected, free Ellaria and Tyene Sand, and escape without losing a single man. Queen Morgana, meanwhile, spent her time studying ancient scrolls and grimoires, searching for a spell powerful enough to ensure their success.

Lady Celyse Velaryon, after much deliberation, sent a raven to Driftmark, ahead of her return, presenting the proposal for an alliance between House Velaryon and the North to the Ruling Council of Driftmark. She spoke of the honourable intentions behind King Robb and Queen Morgana's rescue mission, and of the shared threat posed by the undead and the Lannisters. The council members, impressed by Lady Celyse's eloquence and the strength of her argument, voted unanimously in favor of the alliance.

Meanwhile, Queen Morgana had successfully cast the final spell of concealment upon Lord Vance and Lord Valerion Vaelaros, their men, and the Sea Bride. The ship, now completely invisible, set sail for King's Landing under the command of Lord Vance. They arrived at the capital unnoticed, and began their infiltration of the city.

As they crept through the city's sewers, Lord Vance and Lord Valerion Vaelaros led their men towards the dungeons of the Red Keep. The stench of human waste and rot filled their nostrils, but it did little to deter them from their mission. They knew that the lives of Ellaria and Tyene Sand depended on their success. They emerged from the filth, their weapons sheathed, and made their way through the darkened corridors of the dungeon. Their senses were heightened, their ears straining to pick up any sound that might betray their presence.

At last, they came to the cell where Ellaria and Tyene Sand were being held. The two women were bound to the walls by chains, their eyes wide with fear and hope.

Lord Vance and Lord Valerion Vaelaros signaled to their men, and they silently slipped into the cell. In a flash, their blades sliced through the chains binding Ellaria and Tyene. The two women fell to the ground, sobbing with relief.

"You're safe now, my ladies," Lord Vance said, his voice steady. "We'll get you out of here." With practiced efficiency, the men from Volantis cut the remaining chains and helped Ellaria and Tyene to their feet. They quickly led them through the dungeon's labyrinthine passages, careful not to attract attention.

As they emerged from the darkness, Lord Vance glanced around, ensuring that they were not seen. They had managed to infiltrate the dungeons without detection, but now they needed to find a way out of the city. Lord Valerion Vaelaros whispered to him, "We must find a safe house where we can tend to Tyene and prepare for the journey back to Dorne."

The concealment spell Queen Morgana had cast on them and their ship did not extend to Tyene and Ellaria.

Lord Vance and Lord Valerion Vaelaros led their rescued charges through the city, making their way to the outskirts where Morgana had told them they would find a hidden safe house. The journey was fraught with danger, as they had to constantly watch for any sign of pursuit from Cersei's forces. They ducked into alleys and abandoned buildings, using their knowledge of the city's labyrinthine streets to evade capture.

Finally, they reached the safe house, a modest but well-hidden dwelling nestled among the trees. Morgana's servants, a group of wise-eyed old women and sturdy young men, were waiting for them, their faces creased with concern. They quickly ushered Ellaria, Tyene, and their rescuers inside, where they were given food and warm drinks to revive them.

In a private chamber, some of the wise elder women tended to Tyene, administering the antidote and monitoring her progress. The poison had taken its toll, and it would be some time before she fully recovered. However, they were relieved to see that she was responding to the treatment.

Meanwhile, Lord Vance and Lord Valerion Vaelaros discussed their next move with Ellaria. They needed to decide how best to get Tyene and Ellaria back to Dorne safely, while also avoiding capture by Cersei's forces. The men from Volantis suggested that they sail around Westeros, skirting the mainland to avoid detection, and then head south along the coast of Essos until they reached Sunspear.

Ellaria, grateful for their aid and counsel, agreed to this plan. She knew that it would be a long and treacherous journey, but it was their only hope of returning home alive. While the men made preparations for the voyage, Ellaria spent time with Tyene, sharing stories of their past and promising each other that they would one day avenge Oberyn's near death at the hands of The Mountain, the same man - if he could even be called that - who murdered Princess Elia and her two children alongside Amory Lorch.

As the days passed, the Sea Bride was readied for its long journey. Lord Vance and his men worked tirelessly, checking and rechecking the ship's condition, making sure that it was seaworthy and that they had enough provisions for the voyage. Lord Valerion Vaelaros, an accomplished sailor himself, took charge of navigating the ship, guiding them safely through treacherous waters and unpredictable weather.

Inside the cabin, Ellaria spent most of her time by Tyene's side, watching over her as the young woman slowly recovered from the poison's effects. The Sea Bride's gentle rocking motion lulled them both to sleep, and they often dreamt of their home in Dorne, of the sun-kissed sand and swaying palm trees. They imagined themselves riding their desert-bred horses across the dunes, the wind whipping through their hair as they left their troubles behind them.

Lord Vance and Lord Valerion Vaelaros, meanwhile, worked tirelessly to navigate the ship through the treacherous waters around Westeros. They faced storms and pirates alike, their skills as sailors and strategists proving invaluable in keeping them safe. The men from Volantis were a hardy lot, used to the harsh climate and unforgiving seas of their home, and they quickly earned the respect and gratitude of Ellaria and Tyene.

As the days turned into weeks, the Sea Bride finally hove into view of Sunspear, Dorne's southernmost city. The sight of its whitewashed towers and golden sand beaches filled Ellaria and Tyene with a mixture of joy and longing. They had made it home alive, thanks to the courage and determination of Lord Vance and his men.

Lord Vance and Lord Valerion Vaelaros expertly navigated the Sea Bride through the treacherous waters of the Narrow Sea and up the coast of Dorne, avoiding detection by Cersei's forces. As they drew nearer to their destination, they decided to remain offshore until nightfall, when they could sneak into the harbor unnoticed.

Once they were safely moored in Sunspear, Ellaria and Tyene bid farewell to their trusted companions from Volantis. They thanked Lord Vance and Lord Valerion for their bravery, their wisdom, and their selflessness in risking everything to help them. The men of Volantis, hardened sailors all, merely nodded solemnly, their eyes gleaming with pride.

Ellaria and Tyene disembarked from the Sea Bride, their feet sinking into the warm, golden sand of the harbor. As they walked up the ramp and into the bustling streets of Sunspear, they were greeted by cheering crowds of Doran's citizens, grateful for their safe return. The women of the city threw flowers at their feet, showering them with their love and adoration.

As they made their way to the palace, Ellaria and Tyene couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over them. They had survived the long and treacherous journey, and they were finally home. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and sage, and the sun was hot on their shoulders. The familiar sounds of Dorne - the click of castanets, the strum of guitars, the cries of street vendors hawking their wares - surrounded them, bringing back memories of happier times.

When they arrived at the palace, they were greeted by Prince Doran himself. The aging prince looked older and more weary than they remembered, but there was still a sparkle in his eyes when he saw them. He embraced them both tightly, tears welling up in his eyes. "My dear niece, Ellaria," he whispered, "it is a blessing beyond measure to have you safely home."

Tyene, still weak from her ordeal, was led away to rest in her chambers, while Ellaria remained at Prince Doran's side.

"And this," the aging prince continued, gesturing to the blue-eyed, silver-haired woman standing gracefully beside him, "is Lady Hela, our honored guest from the North. She has traveled far to ensure that our alliance with the Starks remains strong."

Ellaria studied the woman with curiosity. Her hair was an uncommon shade of silver, like polished steel, and her eyes were the color of a clear winter sky. Though she learned woman was originally from one of the Free Cities, Hela wore the traditional garb of the North, a heavy cloak of bear fur and a chainmail tunic that bespoke her diplomatic status. Despite her cold demeanor, there was an air of strength and resilience about her that commanded respect.

As they were led through the grand halls of the palace, Ellaria found herself wondering about Lady Hela's mission. She knew that the alliance between Dorne and the North was tenuous at best, and she could only imagine the challenges that Hela must have faced during her journey. She hoped that their meeting would mark a turning point in their relations, one that would strengthen their bonds and bring them closer together.

The feast that night, held in honour of their return, was a grand affair, with food and wine from all corners of the Seven Kingdoms. Ellaria and Lady Hela sat beside each other at the high table, exchanging stories about their respective homelands. Despite the language barrier, they managed to find common ground in their shared love for their families and their dedication to their people.

As the evening wore on, Prince Doran rose to address the gathering. He spoke of the strength of their alliance with the North, and of the importance of standing together against those who would seek to divide them. His words were met with resounding applause from the assembled lords and ladies. When he finally sat down, Ellaria leaned in toward Lady Hela, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"So," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye, "what exactly does the King and Queen of the North gain from helping us? What do they want from us?"

Lady Hela smiled, her blue eyes twinkling. "You misunderstand me, Lady Ellaria. They do not want anything from you. It is they who have come to your aid. The Starks are a proud and honorable people, and they will not allow others to suffer unjustly without seeking to help them."

Her voice took on a more somber tone as she continued. "You must understand that the North has its own troubles, its own enemies. They have endured a terrible war, one that has left scars on their land and their people. The Starks know what it is like to lose those they love, to fight for survival against overwhelming odds. It is this shared experience that binds us together, and it is this bond that we seek to strengthen through our alliance."

Ellaria nodded, her expression growing more thoughtful. "And what of your queen?" she asked, recalling the stories she had heard of the formidable Lady Morgana. "She must be an extraordinary woman, to have led her people through such a dark time."

Lady Hela smiled fondly. "Indeed, she is. Queen Morgana is a woman of great strength and wisdom. She has guided her people with a steady hand, always putting their best interests first. It is her belief that our alliance with Dorne is not only vital to our survival, but also to the stability of the Seven Kingdoms as a whole."

Ellaria listened intently, intrigued by this portrait of the North's queen. "And King Robb?" she asked. "What is he like?"

Lady Hela's expression grew solemn. "King Robb is a man of great courage and wisdom. He has led his people through the darkest of times with strength and compassion. He is beloved by all who know him, and his presence on the battlefield has turned the tide of many a battle. It is his belief that the alliance with Dorne will not only benefit our two realms, but will also serve as an example to the rest of the Seven Kingdoms of what can be achieved when men and women of good will stand together against those who seek to divide us."

Ellaria nodded, her heart swelling with admiration for the Northmen. "I cannot wait to meet them," she said, her voice filled with anticipation. "I only hope that our alliance will bring as much prosperity and peace to our people as they promise."

Lady Hela spoke of her queen, Morgana, and her king, Robb, with such reverence that it was clear they held a special place in her heart.

As the evening progressed, Ellaria found herself drawn into conversation with the enigmatic Lady Hela. The two women shared stories of their homelands, trading anecdotes about the customs and traditions of the North. Ellaria was fascinated by the tales of the great White Walkers and the legendary Wall, which protected the North from the horrors that lay beyond. Lady Hela, in turn, was captivated by the tales of the Dornish sunset and the fierce independence of the Dornish people.

The dinner party was a resounding success, with music filling the air and laughter echoing through the halls. Prince Doran and Prince Oberyn, both known for their love of revelry, led the celebration, toasting to the new alliance between their houses. Princess Arianne and Princess Myrcella danced together, their movements graceful and fluid, while Prince Trystane, Nymeria and Obara traded stories of their respective exploits in battle.

Ellaria and Lady Hela found themselves at a table with several other ladies, discussing the various intricacies of court life in both Dorne and the North. The conversation flowed effortlessly, touching upon everything from the differences in courtly dress to the customs surrounding betrothals and marriages. As the night wore on, they grew closer, their laughter ringing out above the din of the celebration.

Prince Doran rose to address the gathering, his voice booming across the hall. He thanked everyone for attending and for helping to make the alliance between their houses a reality. He spoke of the challenges that lay ahead, but also of the hope that their newfound bond would bring. His words were met with resounding cheers and applause.

As the last of the dishes were cleared away and the musicians took their leave, Ellaria and Lady Hela found themselves lingering at the table, lost in conversation. They spoke of the future, of the plans they had for their respective kingdoms and how they could work together to ensure the success of their alliance. They discussed the possibility of hosting cultural exchanges, allowing their people to learn more about each other's ways of life.

The night air was surprisingly cool as they stepped outside, the stars twinkling overhead. "It truly is a beautiful night," Lady Hela murmured, drawing her cloak tighter around her. "I cannot thank you enough for hosting me, my lady. Your hospitality has been nothing short of magnificent."

Ellaria smiled, her heart still racing from the excitement of the evening. "The pleasure was all mine, Lady Hela. I can only hope that our alliance will be as fruitful and enduring as it promises to be." They walked slowly through the gardens, the fragrant scent of roses filling the air.

"Your gardeners have done an excellent job," Lady Hela commented, stopping to admire a particularly vibrant bush of red roses. "In the North, we have many varieties of flowers, but nothing quite like these. They remind me of home."

Ellaria smiled, pleased that Lady Hela had enjoyed the garden. "Prince Doran takes great pride in his roses," she said, her voice tinged with sadness. "He is always experimenting with new breeds and cultivars. I think he would be pleased to know that they brought joy to someone from so far away."

They continued walking, the silence between them comfortable. As they rounded a corner, they came upon a fountain, its waters dancing merrily in the moonlight. A small bench was nestled nearby, inviting them to sit. Without a word, they both settled down, taking in the serene beauty of the night.

Ellaria glanced sideways at Lady Hela, her dark eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Lady Hela, you are from the Free City of Volantis, yes? I have always found that place so fascinating. Its people are known for their trade and wealth, and yet they maintain such a strong sense of culture and tradition. How does one grow up in a city like that?"

Lady Hela chuckled, the sound echoing softly through the garden. "Growing up in Volantis was indeed an experience, my lady. The city is a melting pot of cultures, with merchants and sailors from all over the world bringing their customs and traditions with them. It's a place where one must learn to navigate not only the streets but also the complex web of alliances and rivalries that exists between the great merchant houses."

She paused, lost in thought for a moment before continuing. "My father was a captain of a great trading vessel, and my mother was the daughter of a prominent banker. They were both very successful in their own right, and they raised me to be strong, independent, and adaptable. I was taught to speak several languages and to understand the ways of different people. It was important to them that I learn how to navigate the social waters of the city and make my own place in it."

Ellaria nodded, fascinated by Lady Hela's story. "It sounds like you had a truly unique upbringing. Did you ever consider following in your parents' footsteps, joining the merchant fleet or working in the banks?"

Lady Hela smiled wistfully. "Yes, I did consider those paths at first. My father was particularly eager for me to join him at sea, but my mother was adamant that I should pursue a more traditional female role within our family. In the end, I found myself drawn to politics. The intricacies of alliances and power struggles in Volantis reminded me of the games played at court, and I realized that I had a talent for navigating such complex situations."

She paused, reflecting on her past. "It was not an easy decision, however. The merchant fleet and the banks offered wealth and prestige beyond measure, and I often wondered if I had made the right choice. But then I thought of the people I had helped over the years, the lives I had touched, and I knew that I had found my true calling. It is a calling that has led me here, to your beautiful city and to this alliance with House Martell."

Ellaria listened intently, her heart warmed by Lady Hela's words. She couldn't help but feel a kinship with the younger woman, even though they came from such different worlds. "You have done well for yourself, Lady Hela," she said sincerely. "Your wisdom and experience will be invaluable to us as we navigate the treacherous waters of court and politics. I am honoured to have you by our side."

They sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the serenity of the garden. Then, Ellaria's gaze was drawn to a particularly bright star twinkling overhead. "Do you see that star, Lady Hela? It's been following us all evening. I think it's a sign of good fortune." She smiled, hoping to lift the younger woman's spirits.

Lady Hela chuckled softly. "Indeed, my lady. Perhaps it is a sign that our alliance will bring great fortune to both our houses. But fortune, as they say, favors the bold. We must seize our opportunities and be prepared to face whatever challenges come our way." She paused, her eyes taking on a distant, thoughtful look. "You know, during my travels, I once met a wise man who told me that fortune favors those who are not only bold but also compassionate."

Ellaria considered this for a moment, nodding in agreement. "Yes, I can see how that might be true. Compassion can be a powerful force, especially when wielded by someone with influence. It can help to win the hearts and minds of people, and that can often prove more valuable than mere wealth or power."

She took a sip of her wine, thinking about what Lady Hela had said. "Perhaps then, our alliance should strive not only for fortune and strength, but also for compassion. If we can show the people of the Seven Kingdoms that we care for their well-being, that we want what is best for them, then perhaps we can truly make a difference."

As they spoke, the two women continued to watch the stars, lost in thought. The night air was cool, but a gentle breeze carried the scent of jasmine and roses from the garden. The fountain nearby sang a soothing melody, its waters dancing and sparkling in the moonlight.

Ellaria glanced at Lady Hela, admiring her grace and poise. "You mentioned earlier that you had traveled extensively. I wonder, Lady Hela, what your most memorable journey was?"

Lady Hela considered the question for a moment, her mind drifting back to a particular port city she had visited many years ago. "One of my most memorable journeys was to a small port city in the Summer Islands. It was there that I met a group of sailors who had been enslaved by pirates. They were treated brutally, forced to work in conditions that no human should endure. I couldn't help but feel compelled to help them."

She paused, her expression growing more solemn. "I used my influence and wealth to buy their freedom and secure them passage back home. Along the way, we faced many challenges, but we persevered. When we finally reached their homeland, the joy on their faces was unlike anything I had ever seen. They were reunited with their families, and their village held a grand celebration in their honor. It was then that I realized the true power of compassion and the difference one person could make in the lives of others."

Ellaria listened intently, her heart filled with admiration for Lady Hela. "That must have been a remarkable experience," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "To see the faces of those poor souls, to watch them regain their freedom and their dignity... It must have been truly humbling."

Lady Hela nodded, her eyes distant once more. "It was indeed, my lady. It taught me that even the smallest acts of kindness can have a profound impact on someone's life. And it made me realize that I wanted to continue to use my position and my resources to help those who are less fortunate."

The conversation drifted on, touching upon various topics: the beauty of the Summer Islands, the intricacies of Volantene politics, and the potential challenges that lay ahead for the Dornish and the North. As the night wore on, the stars seemed to grow brighter, their light casting a warm glow over the garden. The fountain continued its soothing song, the sound mingling with the soft laughter of the servants as they cleared away the last of the feast.

Eventually, the two women rose from their seats, taking one last look at the stars before retiring to their chambers. Ellaria bid Lady Hela a good night and made her way over to Oberyn's wing of the castle. As she climbed the stairs, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement about what the future held.

Inside Oberyn's chambers, the atmosphere was cozy and inviting. A crackling fire danced in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the walls adorned with hunting trophies and maps of the Seven Kingdoms. Ellaria changed out of her formal gown, exchanging it for a more comfortable nightdress. As she settled into bed, she couldn't help but reflect on her conversation with Lady Hela.

"You've given me much to consider, my lady," she murmured to herself, remembering Oberyn's question about Daenerys Targaryen. It was true that Lady Hela had painted a compelling picture of the potential good that could come from the Dornish-Northern alliance. And yet, Ellaria couldn't help but feel a lingering loyalty to Daenerys and her quest for the throne.

She rolled over in bed, her mind wandering back to the stories she had heard about the Dragon Queen. Of her birth amidst fire and death, of her survival against all odds, of the legions of loyal followers who swore their lives to her. It was easy to see why so many were drawn to her, why they believed in her destiny to sit upon the Iron Throne.

And yet, despite the allure of her tale, there was something about Lady Hela's words that resonated deeply within Ellaria. The image of the enslaved Dornishmen and their hollow, hopeless eyes haunted her dreams, a constant reminder of the power of compassion and the importance of creating a better world for future generations.

She replayed the conversation with Lady Hela over and over in her mind, trying to find some sort of middle ground between her loyalty to Daenerys and the potential good that could come from the Dornish-Northern alliance. Perhaps, she thought, there was a way to support both causes without completely abandoning one for the other. After all, the world was a complex place, and the path to peace and prosperity was likely to be fraught with twists and turns.

Ellaria finally drifted off to sleep, her thoughts still tangled and uncertain. She dreamt of fires burning bright, their flames dancing before her eyes like a thousand flickering candles. In the distance, she could hear the faint sound of drums, beckoning her to join a great gathering of people from all corners of the Seven Kingdoms. They were singing a song of hope and unity, their voices rising above the din like a chorus of angels.

She awoke with a start, the dream fading quickly from her memory. It had seemed so vivid and real, as if she had been transported to another world entirely. As she lay there, trying to recall the details, she couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and nostalgia. There was something about the dream that resonated deeply within her, a yearning for something more than just the petty squabbles and power struggles that defined their world.