Doran

Later

My time in Dorne was coming to a close and I needed to get back to the Khalasar I had been away long enough. I had the information I came, for now, I just needed a way to use it, maybe just flat out telling Kyra would be the best choice. 'Hey, Kyra your mother was murdered by the same prince you wish to serve oh and he's your father.' I was sure that would go smoothly, yeah I definitely needed to think a bit more about that. Emotions were something I struggled with, I wanted a specific reaction from Kyra so I needed this to go relatively well.

Standing up I rubbed my hand through my hair, looking out the window I watched as the sun slowly began to set. Another feast was scheduled for tonight only there would be no bastards and Paramour's allowed tonight. Only direct family tonight I was guessing that Doran had decided to talk about the engagement. I was dressed in a black robe one with golden stitchings, Oberyn had delivered it himself.

*TOK* *TOK*

"Enter," I answered on reflex used to Rabi announcing his presence in a similar manner.

The door opened revealing my uncle's head guard Areo on his face was a grimace, I guess it wasn't every day he was forced to run the errands himself. He lowered his head just enough to allow himself to enter the room before speaking.

"Prince Doran Summons-" He seemed to pause as I narrowed my eyes at his choice of words. My uncle Doran may be the ruler of Dorne but he in no way rules me. He was aware that at any moment I could declare myself king and he would be forced to choose between his peace and standing alongside me.

"Prince Doran requests your presence in his personal quarters," Areo wasn't an Idiot I wouldn't be surprised if Doran himself had put him up to such tricks. They were judging my reaction something I found amusing, they don't seem to know I had been summoned my whole life while growing up among the Dothraki. Something that only came to a pause after the death of Khal Bharbo, now not even Khal Drogo himself would dare summon me but that was for different reasons.

"Lead the way," Areo turned around ducking once more to exit the room I followed him in silence down a path I hadn't taken while inside Sunspear. Soon we stopped in front of a lone door, Areo knocked once hearing the reply from inside he stood to the side allowing me to enter alone.

Entering the room I found that it seemed more like a study than anything, Doran sat at a table a scroll in his hand. He smiled as he looked up at me, "Please take a seat nephew."

I nodded taking a seat opposite of him, he offered wine, and yet I wasn't exactly in the mood for drinking. It was obvious why he had called me here for I didn't think he had a reason to butter me up before asking the question.

Doran seemed to read the mood taking a sip from his cup of wine before turning back towards me. "You and my daughter have gotten close in these past couple days. I'm aware I may be acting prematurely but I think it's safe to say you find her beautiful."

I nodded knowing where he was going with his question.

"Most people never get to me there betrothed before the day of their marriage, but before I speak to your mother about this I wanted to bring it up with you first."

Did he really think I was so naive, maybe if I was the other Aegon, or had the Khaleesi not taught me of such things? Maybe I would have fallen for his act, right now he seemed like a caring uncle wanting nothing more than to unite his two loved ones in marriage. Although from most people's point of view that act within itself was weird.

"I'd like to betroth my daughter Arianne to you, you're young right now but in a couple of years who knows what the future holds for you."

"You're right who knows what the future holds for me, I'll be leaving soon and who knows if I'll ever return. Battles are fought often within the Dothraki, I'd hate to widow Arianne." I could see it Doran would have no counter to such an argument. I was proven correct as Doran froze like a deer in the headlights.

"Who would she marry? I have no brothers." He nodded and I know I had taken complete control of the conversation. Doran took his time to think, raising his glass of wine he took a sip before lowering the cup.

"You're right, this engagement will have to wait, how long until you finish your time with the Dothraki?"

"It could be a year or three who knows honestly?" I wasn't planning on returning anytime soon, although doing so would be as simple as a snap of my fingers. Much needed to be done across the narrow sea and the Dornish Army would never be enough to take on the 7 kingdoms. I had already decided it would be best if I checked in every once in a while to be sure everything was within plans. I needed to know everything that was happening around the world and it was best if I didn't completely rely on my information from the T.v show and books. (Still mentioning it)

"We'll return to this conversation in the future, you should go and prepare for the feast tonight."

Nodding I stood to leave knowing Doran wasn't exactly happy with the way that conversation had just gone. I didn't plan on staying for the feast now that there would be no engagement It would just be a repeat of last nights.

(3rd person pov)

As the door closed Doran's anger could be seen on his face, he had hoped Arianne would have already had the boy wrapped around her finger. Now that he couldn't control the boy and he wouldn't be marrying Arianne he'd be forced to execute his other plans. He wanted nothing more than for Arianne to be the queen of the 7 kingdoms and the only people that had a chance of giving her that were Viserys and Aegon. He wouldn't send his daughter across the narrow sea, not when he had no idea how Viserys would react.

Deep down he knew he had a distrust for Targaryen's, Rhaegar had left his sister alone to marry a stark. He couldn't stand the thought of it, not to mention the former King and his obsession with burning people alive. The mad King, one could only think it was a result of Targaryens and their practice of incest. Doran didn't know what kind of person Viserys would be, was he crazy like his father? He wouldn't allow his daughter to be the one to find out, his best bet was to send a Raven.

If things didn't work out he would come back to Aegon, as the boy had said he would return in a few years. As long as he survived, Doran wasn't sure how he had survived among the Dothraki for so long. Suddenly he regretted sending him off so soon, he was curious.

"Areo do you think you could do it?" Thinking of the Dothraki had made him curios of how his own people would stand against them. Dorne had been conquered but the Dornish people were said to be the fiercest of the 7 kingdoms. Even while oppressed they fought to take back what was theirs, his pride wouldn't allow him to count the out.

"Do what my prince?"

"Win in a battle against the Dothraki?"

"As long as there isn't an open field my prince, and even then they would outnumber us."

"It's a good thing the Dothraki will never cross the narrow sea." Doran chuckled thinking about the savages. Even in the 7 kingdoms there might was known. What if Aegon could bring them across the narrow sea? Doran shook his head quickly throwing those thoughts out of his mind.