Princess Of Dorne - Tumblr Posts
After about 6 months I was finally able to finish this piece of fanart! At first it was only supposed to be a Rhaella and Joanna piece, but over time I decided to add the Princess of Dorne into this fa as well. Decided to have them outside in one of the sections within the royal garden. I still plan on making more fanart of Rhaella but I'm currently working on Joanna piece which I'm aiming to post by the end of this month.
“Lannisport was the end of our voyage,” Prince Oberyn went on, as Ser Arron Qorgyle helped him into a padded leather tunic and began lacing it up the back. “Were you aware that our mothers knew each other of old?”
“They had been at court together as girls, I seem to recall. Companions to Princess Rhaella?”
A Welcome to Dorne
The Yellow Toad of Dorne knew they were coming. The moment the sky cried out a thunderous roar, she knew that they were upon Sunspear. The ground shook briefly. They had landed. Still, she did not move from her seat. They would see her on her throne as her subjects had done before.
Hollow steps approached the throne room. The doors creaked open.
“Who are you?” a voice demanded.
She did not reply. The tone was already testing her temper.
“Where are the guards? The servants? Or is this an ambush?” the voice asked. “If it is, Meraxes is waiting outside, unless you wish this castle to be burned to the ground, I would advise against it.”
She hummed. “You’re one of his consorts, aren’t you?”
“I am the wife of the future King Aegon, Rhaenys Targaryen.”
“Ah, the second one.”
“You’ve heard of us.”
“Here and there amongst the usual ramble of attempted invaders.”
“There is nothing usual about us.”
“So, I’ve heard. You have a different kind of weapon…a living one.”
“Our dragons have already defeated the Lord of High Garden, the Stormlands, the Riverlands, and the Isles, that is not to mention the submission of House Stark, Arryn, and Lannister. We have conquered most of Westeros. Would you count that as usual?”
“You believe a few bent knees are worth anything?”
“Those bent knees have welcomed us into the continent.”
“Some plots of land and six divided unruly kingdoms, what a prize you’ve won.”
“We’re looking to make it seven.”
The Toad smiled—a cruel smile.
“We both know what I’m here for”, Rhaenys said. “I will give you the same choice as the others, bend the knee or else.”
“I’m afraid, I can’t barely sit up, much less bend a knee.”
“Do you think this is a jest?”
“Hardly, if it were I would be laughing.”
“Who do you think you are?”
The old woman frowned. “I am Princess Meria of House Martell, ruler of Dorne.”
“Former ruler”, Rhaenys added.
“You are on my land, my lady. Not yours. Your blood does not flow into the sand of these desserts. Your ancestor’s hands didn’t build these castles. You hold nothing to this place.”
“I intend to change that.”
“I will not fight you, nor will I kneel to you. Dorne has no king. Tell your brother that.”
“I shall but we will come again, Princess and the next time we shall come with fire and blood.”
“Your words. Ours are Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. You may burn us my lady…but you will not bend us, break us, or make us bow. This is Dorne. You are not wanted here. Return at your own peril.”
A deadly silence fell over the throne room. The same hollow footsteps eventually began walking toward the doors. They creaked open before shutting close.
Moments went by before hushed steps went across the marble floor.
“Princess, are you alright?” the timid voice of a servant asked.
Meria turned her head. The young girl had stayed despite her orders.
The girl went to her side. “She’s one of them, those Dragonriders. She’ll come back again, won’t she?”
“She will.”
“What will we do? She flies on a dragon.”
“Do you fear little birds because they can fly?”
“No?”
“We hunt them, don’t we? They can soar above in the air yet we can still hunt them.”
“Yes, with arrows but they aren’t the same, dragons breathe fire”, the girl insisted.
“And birds can peck your eyes out. Just because something can fly doesn’t mean they are invincible.”
“But then how can we kill them? They’ll return to try and conquer Dorne.”
Meria crossed her hands together. She neither smiled nor frowned. “Then we’ll have to shoot this little bird out of the sky.”
Technically not part of Martell week but I'm glad it fell on it :) Lowkey dedicated to @martellspear