[Dorne]

In the halls of Sunspear, the seat of House Martell, Prince Doran, Prince Oberyn, Princess Arianne, the Sand Snakes, Ellaria, Prince Trystane, and Princess Myrcella gathered around a table, discussing the latest news from the North. The letter from Myrcella's older sister, Aelinor, had just arrived, and it was causing quite a stir among the Dornish lords and ladies. The letter requested their help for Jon Snow, the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna, who was now the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms. However, the Dornish were divided in their opinions on whether to help the son of two people who had led to the death of Princess Elia and her children.

"How can we trust the son of those who brought such destruction upon our land?" Lord Yronwood asked, his voice filled with anger and mistrust.

"But think of the greater good, my lord," Lord Martell argued. "The Night King threatens all of Westeros, and we must put aside our differences to fight this common enemy. Jon Snow is the only one who can unite the Seven Kingdoms against the darkness."

The debate raged on, with some Dornish lords advocating for Jon Snow's cause, while others remained steadfast in their refusal to help the Stark bastard.

"We cannot forget the pain and suffering that Rhaegar and Lyanna brought upon our land," said Lord Yronwood, his voice filled with bitterness. "Their actions led to the downfall of our kingdom and the death of our Princess and her children. Why should we help their son, who carries their blood and their legacy?"

"But the Night King is our enemy too," replied Prince Doran, his voice firm and resolute. "We cannot let our personal grievances cloud our judgement. The fate of the realm is at stake, and we must put aside our differences to fight this common enemy."

The argument continued on, with some Dornish lords advocating for Jon Snow's cause, while others opposed it. But one voice stood out among the rest, a voice that carried the weight of histoty and the wisdom of the age.

"We must not forget that the circumstances of Jon Snow's birth are not his fault," said Lady Maelei, the wife of Lord Yronwood. "He is the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna, true, but he is also the son of the people of the North. He is one of us Westerosi, and we must not turn our backs on him in his time of need."

"We cannot stand here and debate the merits of Jon Snow's parentage while the realm burns. The Night King does not discriminate between the born and the bastard, the loyal and the traitorous. He will bring destruction upon us all, regardless of our allegiances. We must put aside our differences and rally behind Jon Snow, for the sake of our kingdoms and our people." Princess Arianne, Prince Doran's only daughter, added.

Their words resonated with the Dornish lords and ladies, and slowly but surely, they began to see the wisdom in their argument. They knew that the Night King was a threat to all of them, and that they could not afford to let their personal differences stand in the way of their survival.

And so, the Dornish agreed to help Jon Snow in his quest to defeat the Night King. They would send their armies and their bannermen to fight alongside him, and together, they would face the darkness that threatened to consume the realm.

The letter from Aelinor had sparked a fierce debate in the courts of Sunspear, but in the end, it had brought the Dornish together in a common cause. They would stand united against the Night King, and they would fight to protect their kingdom and their people, no matter the cost.

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In the sun-scorched lands of Dorne, the Dornish soldiers were preparing for war. Prince Oberyn, the Red Viper, and his three eldest daughters, Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene, stood before their troops, their faces set with determination. His daughters, each skilled warriors in their own right, stood at his side, their faces set with resolve. They were on a mission to aid Jon Snow, the King in the North, in his fight against the Night King and his army of the undead.

As they prepared to set out on their journey, the Dornish warriors gathered around their Prince, eager to hear his plan. Oberyn, his eyes gleaming with a fierce determination, outlined their mission: to defeat the Night King and his army of the undead.

"We must go north, my friends," Oberyn declared, his voice carrying across the assembled ranks. "The Night King and his army of the undead threaten all of Westeros, and we must not stand idly by while our brothers and sisters in the north are slaughtered. We will ride to their aid, with the power of the Martells and the might of Dorne behind us."

His daughters nodded in agreement. Obara was a skilled fighter, her dark hair tied back in a tight braid, her spear at her side, her scarred face a testament to her bravery. Nymeria was both a strong fighter and a cunning strategist, her eyes flashing with intelligence. And Tyene, was a young woman with a deceitfully innocent appearance, and knack for both poisons and daggers.

Obara, the eldest of the sisters, spoke up, her voice cool and collected. "Father, we must be cautious. The North is cold and unforgiving, and the Night King's power is formidable. We must strategize carefully and strike with precision if we are to have any hope of success."

Nymeria, the second-born daughter, nodded in agreement. "Aye, Obara is right. We must not underestimate the Night King. But with our combined strength and the support of our loyal bannermen, we will triumph."

Tyene, the youngest of the sisters, smiled wickedly. "I have a plan, my father and sisters. Let us use our skills in the sand to our advantage. We will create illusions of ourselves, confounding the enemy and striking from unexpected angles. The Night King will not know what hit them."

Oberyn's eyes gleamed with approval. "You are all as cunning as your ancestors, I see. Very well, my daughters. Let us ride north and show the Winter Kingdoms the true power of Dorne."

The Dornish soldiers cheered, their voices echoing across the landscape. They knew that the journey ahead would be long and difficult, but they were ready to face whatever challenges lay in store. For they were the soldiers of Dorne, and they would not be defeated.

The Sand Snakes, with their combined strength and cunning nature, would prove to be valuable allies for Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen in the coming battle against the Night King. They would remain Unbent, Unbowed, Unbroken.