Immune to Your Venom

Doran 

He watched Daeron walk down the halls to the camp, his Kingsguard following behind like the Unsullied he'd seen Commander Grey Worm surround himself with.

The boy is bold, just as a Targaryen should be.

Moments Before... 

"So, you wish to renegotiate? What do have in mind." It wasn't a question, and Daeron narrowed his eyes on him and he wouldn't allow the boy's stare bother him.

"First off, I will not be bullied into submission as some boy." So it is his pressuring Daeron to marry his daughter, "You swore allegiance to my father, to my eldest brother, and to me when you let me land in your Kingdom. I see no reason to wed your daughter for men I already own." Oberyn's temper would have flared, but he holds himself above them.

"Dorne is not yours, King Daeron." The boy scoffed at him, at his use of the word he carries with his name.

"That is where you're wrong, I am your King, you are my Lord of Dorne- Whether you call yourself Prince or not... I am not going to be a feeble King, I will be a strong King. I am your King, Doran of the House Martell." He narrowed his eyes on Daeron, just as Daeron did the same to him.

There it is. The Targaryen fire that he didn't see when Daeron arrived.

It is true, he did see a feeble King, a weak man he could use to get justice for Elia and her children, justice and so much more.

The thing is, he blames House Targaryen as much as House Lannister, and Baratheon, and Stark. It was Rhaegar who abandoned his sister, her children, all for a Northern Flower. It was Aerys who trapped his sister with the promise of death because he'd thought that he turned traitor.

If given the chance of vengeance on House Baratheon and Lannister against getting justice against that of House Targaryen? He would take two over the other, he would side with one enemy over that of two.

His plan, if it had succeeded would be for Arianne to bear a Targaryen and Martell child. Of course, shortly after that, Daeron would fall from his horse, or dragon in the sea or woods. House Martell will have gotten their vengeance, and generations after generations would Dorne rule the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.

His grand plan, it is falling apart because of Jorah Mormont's treachery, it sparked a fire in the boy, and he cannot stop it.

"Very well, my King... My army is yours to command. But know this, should you fail, should any of my nieces fall for your cause and should I lose my children... I will hunt you down whether it is from this life, or the Seven Hells that await."

Daeron scowled angrily at him shortly before turning around and leaving.

Present Time... 

Daeron has shown him that he is a dragon, that much is clear, but the dragon; no matter how high he may fly... Will always rise for the sun.

His plan has been founded out, yet it hasn't been destroyed.

The plan has simply changed is all, and if I cannot fulfill it, my daughter and son, their children, even. They can bring justice to Elia, and Aegon, and Rhaenys. 

His families justice will come, however long it takes but he will be content with the deaths of Cersei Lannister who laughs at his House, of Jaime Lannister who stood by whilst the Mountain killed his sister. The Mountain still lives, he must have that mans life more than any of them.

"Indeed, Fire and Blood, for that... I will follow you through the very hells for that, King Daeron."

Myrcella 

(2 days after Doran's PoV)

Never in her life had she thought to run into him, the Dragonlord of all people.

He looked at her with ire, standing not five feet from her position. I was just heading to see Trystane, not Daeron Targaryen. 

She was frightened, why wouldn't she be? Her father's enemy has come back to Westeros, or should she say, step-father, after what she was told by Princess Arianne when she heard of Joffrey's death.

A feeling in her wanted to hate Daeron, the opinion of House Targaryen was that they are all raving mad. That, that a single word uttered could set them off, especially the Targaryens who became Kings or Queens.

Another felling made her want to beg for mercy, to ask for mercy for her brother, little Tommen is too young yet to deposed and lose his head. And her mother, uncle Jaime? They are all dear to her and she doesn't want any harm to come to any of them.

Her uncle Tyrion talked with her at length, telling her that so long as Tommen denounces his claim and that of any child bore by him, that Daeron Targaryen would allow her brother to live in exile, out of Westeros along with her mother, but didn't mention anything about what fate lies in wait for her uncle Jaime.

"You are Lady Cersei's only daughter, yes?" She refused to meet his eyes, didn't want to enrage him and her heart beat so fast in trepidation, in fear.

"Yes. My mother is the Quee- I mean Lady, Lady Baratheon." She remembered her uncle's advice, to act or seem loyal to Daeron if caught in his awkward company, he said that not many that challenged Daeron in a War of Words have won, that it took much convincing to be a part of the King's privy council.

"Look at me." Hesitantly, she raised her eyes to meet his own, "Don't be scared, I know my presence- Especially to you, is rather intimidating." Yes, definitely true.

"You are astute, my King." He didn't make a sound, and his stare was uncomfortable to her.

Then he smiled, and silently chuckling at her response.

"Am I? I'd like to think so." She would have smiled as well, but her fears stopped her from doing so, "You are afraid, I can see it in your features. Fear not, I mean no harm to my vassal's son's betrothed." She stopped him this time, her desire to save her brother and mother and uncle making her speak.

"I thank you for that... But my brother, he is rival to your claim, and, and my mother, uncle Jaime?... " He watched her and she never felt so frightened to how he looked at her.

"The future is uncertain, as you well know, Lady Waters." The usage of her newly founded Bastard Title hurt, oh, how it hurt her and she is thankful that Trystane still wants her as his wife. "Your brother sits on my throne, lays claim to four out of seven of my Kingdoms. Your mother is the wife of your step-father and doesn't seem to relent on her ambitions. Your uncle served and protected my father until his duty felt worthless in comparison to his life." She wanted to argue, to defend her family who won the throne by right of conquest, and she somewhat did.

"Your ancestor did not own the Seven Kingdoms until they conquered it." She shot back, and she almost wished she didn't. Yet this man threatens my family, Tommen and Mother and Jaime are all I got left, and uncle Tyrion. She thought as she stood straight, eyeing the King and feeling a little braver.

It must be her lion blood, the Pride of Lannister.

"That may be true, Lady Waters, but the fact remains; I am here, now. I will take back my home which I haven't seen since I was born, I have thousands of soldiers, a vast fleet, and one of the Seven Kingdoms... And three grown dragons." He didn't stop, coming back at her for more. "And here is what I propose, Myrcella; write to your brother, ask him to surrender and tell his forces to lay down their arms and he will be allowed exile instead of the noose, but if he does not? I will bring Fire and Blood." On that note, King Daeron walked away with his two Dothraki and Ser Barristan Selmy.

She did as he asked, she wrote her letter and prayed to the Seven for it to make it home before two armies clash, because once it does... No side will want to give in.

Barristan 

"I am sorry if I seemed cold to her, Barristan. I know you may have guarded her, at a time." Daeron said to him, once they were well enough away from Princess- Lady Myrcella.

It was true, he did protect her, on shifts and stood at her side at the Tourney of the Hand.

Myrcella was just a girl at the time, now, now she is a grown woman. She's learned the truth of her birth, possibly seen much cruelty that her elder brother ordered. The girl is still sharp in the tongue, from how she defended her family and the man who wasn't her father.

And if he had to give opinions on Daeron's equally sharp tongue, he couldn't very well blame him, after all that has happened over the last three days.

Jorah's expulsion from the King's service, from the Kingsguard for being part of the ploys against his grace was foreseen when he delivered the letter to Jorah, pleading for him to tell the King of his past crimes. He might have been wrong on Daeron forgiving Mormont, it seems his sister meant more to him than what he expected.

He'd like to think this is for the best, that this will help Daeron in decisions made for the Realm, not just himself. The King's safety is paramount, for if there is no King, the Realm will crack and collapse as it has done already with a Neglectful King, then a Tyrant King, now a Soft King. Daeron, despite his small lapses in the past, will make him a Strong King, a King he can believe in and fight for.

"Rulers can't always be merciful and generous, my King. Though I would ask, what is to be done for those we capture, or those that surrender?" Daeron looked pensive, thinking about his question for a moment.

"I am true to my word. If King Tommen and his Queen Mother surrender, they will be allowed to keep their lives in exile, upon a place of my choosing." He left confused, what place will his King be sending Tommen and his mother, and what about Ser Jaime? He would like an answer to these questions.

"What about Ser Jaime, your Grace? What fate lies ahead for the Kingslayer?" He asked, one of the two questions he'd like answered.

His relationship with Ser Jaime is a complicated one. Is the Young Lion skilled? Indeed, and as cunning as the beast on his father's banner. Yet as for honor? For loyalty? Or a sense of chivalry? He can't agree with what he did, breaking his vows when he slew the Mad King. When the Knight is captured, that would be a question he'd have for Jaime, about why he did what he did during the Sack of King's Landing.

Whatever it was, it was worth betraying everything he had worked for, the boy Knight at fifteen would risk his reputation just to see the King dead? I don't believe it, I never believed it. His thought was as he waited for Daeron to answer him.

Daeron looked back at him once, then ignored the question.

He knows it is hopeless for Jaime to be redeemed, but he does wish, no, he prays that he gets a quicker fat rather than the fire of dragons that he's seen in the east.

Alas, he's chosen his King, he'll follow Daeron to the bitter end.