(Third Person POV)
[Sunspear, Dorne]
"We must think of the Princess's future." an advisor told Elia Martell, "She bears the Blood of Drakken, she will be a target for many enemies."
"She is also bears the blood of a Martell." Elia said as she crossed her legs while she sat on the couch, "Nobody in Dorne will dare touch her. If they wish to wage war against us, that is."
"I understand that." the advisor said as a servant served him wine, "But what concerns me is any enemy from outside of Dorne. While we can guarantee that the Houses of Dorne won't do anything drastic against House Martell for housing a Child of Drakken, what of anyone outside of Dorne. Over the years, Drakken has made many enemies."
"He's also destroyed many enemies." Elia said, "Do you truly think anyone would dare make a move against his child? If they do, they invoke the wrath of his Storm Goddess, his God of Devastation, and much worse; himself personally."
The advisor nodded, "I see." He said, "And I agree with that."
"Besides, what kind of future were you planning for my precious niece?" Elia asked with a raised eyebrow
"She has Drakken's blood." the advisor said, "And we all know how much that is worth. Not only that, look at his eldest son, Riktor. He is currently liberating the Stepstones from any Essosi presence and even purging them of the outlaws. It is in their blood, they are to be powerful warriors."
Elia frowned, "And what's that got to do with Nymeria?"
The advisor snapped his fingers and pointed at her, "It's her name." He said with a smile, "She has the name of the legendary Warrior-Queen, Nymeria! She needs to follow in her foosteps, of course."
"You want her to be trained in combat?" Elia asked, "If that is not what she wants?"
"I am afraid that it is not the case." The advisor said, "Like her father, she might year battle."
"Princess Vaella is not like Drakken. She is quite the gentle and kind soul, who dislikes combat." Elia told him, "Are you sure Nymeria is not like her sister?"
As she asked this, the doors opened and Tyene walked in, holding the hand of a young girl who was wearing a black dress. Her black hair was combed straight as her serious red eyes pierced through the advisor; she stared at him from the moment she stepped foot inside.
The advisor stood up, "Princesses...."
Tyene looked at him, "What is going on here?"
"Cirren here is telling me that we should think of Nymeria's future." Elia told her sister as they reached the couch, "What do you think?"
"Marriages?" Tyene asked as Nymeria crawled atop the couch and sat on Elia's lap, "I don't think I am rather interested in thinking that at the moment. Besides, Lord Drakken is who will ultimately decide that for her."
Elia hugged Nymeria from behind and kissed her cheek, "My beautiful girl." She said with a smile, "You are such a joy in my world."
Nymeria blinked and smiled slightly, "I love you aunt."
"I love you too." Elia said
Tyene looked at the advisor, "What is it that you were thinking?"
"I merely mentioned that considering the Princess Nymeria is a Child of Drakken, she should maybe be trained in combat." He said, "Just in case.....well....."
"My daughter will not be a weapon." Tyene said with a serious expression, "Simply because Lords Riktor and Sylas bear power beyond anything in the realm, it doesn't mean that my daughter will be subject to the same fate."
"I-I didn't mean it like that." The advisor said, "I simply-"
"Lord Drakken decides if she bears a power similar to Lord Riktor and Lord Sylas." Tyene cut him off, "But if my daughter soon wishes to learn how to fight then-"
"I do." Nymeria said
Tyene looked at her, "Eh?"
The advisor smiled, "You do, Princess?"
Nymeria nodded, "Yes." She said, "I am interested."
"Wonderful!" the advisor said, "I will have only the best instructors come and teach you. Any weapon of your choice, of course."
Elia looked at Tyene, "While I don't like the direction this might head....." She said,
"We can't avoid the path she takes."
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[Somewhere In The Riverlands]
"Ahh...." Saera said as she drove the knife into the belly of a bandit, "That..."
The bandit groaned in pain as the light slowly left his eyes, "urghh....."
He then slumped down, completely dead as Saera removed the knife and stood up, a smirk on her face as her hands were covered in blood, most of her dress also stained red.
"Ahh....." She said as she looked at the knife, "I haven't felt this thrill in a long time. I have missed it...does this make me a bad person, My Love?"
She looked over to Drakken, who was sitting on a tree trunk, several bodies laying in front of him as he had his arms crossed.
He had a slight smirk on his face, "No, beautiful." He said with a chuckle, "I like this light on you. I have forgotten how aroused you get whenever we kill someone. Motherhood has made you soft...."
She scowled, "Soft?" She said, "I'll show you soft."
She tossed the knife to the side and walked over to Drakken, straddling him as she licked her lips, her body's temperature rising as she felt nothing but arousal.
Drakken groped her behind as she leaned down and kissed his lips, "Hm...." He said as Saera pressed against him, "We should wrap up quickly and head to Dorne...."
"No....a bit longer...." She said softly as she kissed his neck, "I want you to fuck me here and now.....I want to feel every single drop of your seed all over me....."
"You're such a naughty woman." Drakken smirked, "I like that."
He gently tapped her butt as she let out a moan.
As this happened, a bandit limped over, a scowl on his face.
"You sick fucks." He said as he drew a dagger, "I will-"
Drakken had flicked his wrist and with his Cutting Sorcery, the bandit's body was cut in half. Blood sprayed everywhere as the top half of his body collapsed to the ground, the bandit died almost immediately.
"Hm...." He said as Saera kissed his neck, "Hm?"
He looked in front of him and saw that from the shadows, a cloaked figure appeared. The air suddenly turned cold as the figure walked towards the bodies, pale and feminine hands were visible.
Drakken scowled, "Tch...." He said, "What do you want?"
The person took their hood down, revealing it to be Thanatos. His white eyes were staring right at Drakken as Saera looked at him with a serious frown.
"You have some nerve showing up in my brother's corpse." She said
"This is my body." Thanatos's deep yet feminine voice was heard, "Aemon is long dead. He is not coming back."
Drakken chuckled, "Seems your very being is integrating to the body's gender, Thanatos." He said, "You'll soon be a she-dragon."
"I never saw myself with a gender, Drakken." Thanatos said, "I am an Aspect of you, without classifications. I am Death, Death is genderless.....it is absolute. It is the End."
"And what do you want?" Saera scowled, "My Love and I were going to fuck."
Thanatos gestured his arms outwards, "Keep doing this." He said, "Spread death all over..."
"So I can reap the souls of these filth."