Fire and sinking ships were all over the Summer Sea, Daenerys and her dragons rode over the City of Sunspear.
The fleet was attacked in the night, the Hand of the King was intelligent in planning ahead, placing half of the royal fleet around the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea. The Targaryen girl chose the right hour in the night to take them unawares and allowed her own fleet to start landing in Dorne.
He noticed the lanterns of hundreds of more ships going passed Dorne, they will be going Northwards to the Stormlands, because it would be where he would land.
Dragonstone is another target, yet, they would be insane to be so close to the One-Eyed Lion. Doran sighed and saw his port under threat, the countless Dothraki and Unsullied coming off their ships and attacking his home.
The city will be under siege but Doran saw that there wouldn't be no defeating them.
Damn the Targaryens, when Dorne joined the Realm, any of the weapons made to take down their dragons were dismantled despite them not having any more dragons.
"Areo, go to my son." his loyal guard looked at him with surprise, "He is the Prince of Dorne, now, he will need to be protected... Especially from Loren Lannister," Doran said and used his cane to get to his chair.
He had his nephew, Quentyn to escort him to surrender, he told him to not follow him and bend the knee to her.
84 men lost their lives, he wouldn't lose another of his kin. "Quentyn, thank you." He told the young man who nodded, turning and walking to the left.
Moments later, a black winged beast dropped down and he met Daenerys Targaryen's eyes.
Word spread throughout Dorne, to the Houses that had supported Ellaria's coup and those who were enraged over Doran's deposition and imprisonment. The invasion of Westeros had begun, Dorne soon formed into two rival camps, one led by House Uller, Harmen led a force and freed his daughter and two of the Sand Snakes, Nymeria Sand had died of the pox. Ghaston Grey was sacked and the rebels among 100 others were freed.
Quentyn took it upon himself and started gathering Houses to fight the Dragon Queen, this included sending a raven to the capital.
House Yronwood backed Trystane, House Dayne of Starfall and High Hermitage began to support the invaders. House Dalt and Manwoody formed to fight House Toland who had rallied House Vaith and Qorgyle. House Blackmont, Allyrion, and Wyl allied with House Yronwood where House Fowler, Gargalan, and Jordayne bent the knee to Daenerys Targaryen.
Dorne will be the center of battle between House Targaryen and Baratheon, many fear it will spread further until House Lannister enters the fight.
It was the same day that raven arrived that Lady Margaery returned to the Red Keep with her and Loren's daughter, she was angry and upset that he left her a month ago when their child was born.
She remembered little, she wasn't exactly in her right mind, she had just given birth and Loren looked at her with a cold eye.
Marriage is a foundation for leaving a legacy, she and Loren both knew that and had desperately wanted a son. They were left with their daughter, she still loves her and she wanted him to feel the same. We are young, we have many years to produce a son, an heir for their legacy. She thought bitterly as that seemed to be all he cares for, the legacy of House Lannister.
He didn't even bother naming her, their daughter who she was left to care for.
It took some time, she didn't want to name her something that had been used by other great and minor houses, she had decided on one after an afternoon.
Cornelia Lannister. A Lady of the Rock.
She laughs and has the eyes of her father, and her smile is something to behold when she isn't in a mood.
She held on to her daughter and smiled brightly, "Ready to meet your father?" She cooed to Cornelia, the child couldn't hear a word she was saying. I wish I could say the same for myself. She thought as the wheelhouse stopped, a knight of the Reach opened it for her and Cornelia's wetnurse went to take her child but she glared at the woman.
Her child remains at her side, Tyrell women have always been like this, they would rather tend to their children to fill their time. That is, until very important matters occur. She thought as she took in the sight of her home.
A great many greeted her, her grandmother and brother were with them. She scanned the many who were present, she spotted Loren who stepped forth to see her.
He cupped her face and kissed her on her forehead, "I am overjoyed that you have returned, my wife." He told her and she smiled lightly, holding up Cornelia.
Please, at least hold her, Loren. She thought as he looked at the bundle in her arms, he glanced back to her for a single moment then extended a hand out to her and she let a hopeful expression appear until his hand landed on her shoulder.
"There has been a raven from Dorne, the Targaryen girl has come to Westeros with her armies and crushed a fleet of royal ships. I will see you, tonight, and you can settle back into our chamber." She did notice that Prince Trystane had not been here, neither had Princess Myrcella.
"Loren, please be angry with me." She whispered and felt the emotions building within her, not once has she ever lost herself unless it came to her brothers and mother and father and grandmother.
She doesn't want him to think her useless, because, if he thinks her useless then he will rid herself of him.
"My Lady, I could never be angry with you... I have no room for anger other than that against my enemies." Her husband gave her a warm smile before turning on his feet and he, the Small Council, and armored commanders started walking away to plan the defense of the Seven Kingdoms against Daenerys Targaryen.
Queen Shireen took her own husband by the arm, Tommen nodded to her respectfully. His crown is fitting on his head, may the Seven bless him with many years to wear it. She thought and huffed internally, she went inside with her followers tailing and her father began talking about the time they were apart.
Loren gathered all to the council room, he is standing proud and ready to discuss what to do about Daenerys Targaryen.
He will admit, he had been slightly arrogant in sending only a portion of the royal fleet to the Stepstones, he hadn't expected that she would have such a vast armada at her disposal and her dragons have proven their might in combat.
It wasn't all a waste, he got a report on their numbers in mere days. Forty-thousand Dothraki, nine-thousand Unsullied, Nearly 600 ships, and three dragons.
Doran's forced surrender has won over a few of the Dornish families, this lends at what could be assumed nearly 15,000 spears where the majority of Dornish troops have chosen to follow Trystane Martell and led on the field by his cousin, Quentyn.
Tyrion Lannister and Lord Varys assist her as a form of Small Council, aided by Victarion Greyjoy and Harmen Uller and his two grandchildren.
Tyrion, you should have stayed in Essos. Loren thought in a dark expression, his final brother stands against him and will have done so for vengeance over the suicide deaths of Jaime and Cersei.
He is going to destroy his brother, he is going to bring each of Daenerys dragons down personally.
"Should we begin marshaling our forces on the Prince's Pass and the Boneway, my Lord?" He was asked by Lord Ambrose, he hummed in response and then sighed.
"We should," It was a good move, it would be right of him to make the next move where his brother made the first. "You know, when my father would let me out of my lessons, Tyrion and I would play cyvasse. Hours would pass before nightfall and the next morning, we would play more games." He reminisced, holding his head in a tilt with his hand being the pillar.
He stood to his feet, addressing the entire room, "Battle is, by far, contained to the Kingdom of Dorne. We will not let it go further," He stopped and continued, "Lord Aurane, Lord Redwyne, and Lord Farman shall head the royal and Redwyne and Lannister fleet. They shall be equipped with trebuchet and scorpions." Paxter, Sebaston, and Aurane stood to their feet.
"It shall be done." He nodded and cleared his throat to continue.
"Along with blockading Dorne and stopping Victarion Greyjoy from taking control of the Narrow Sea, we will be deploying soldiers directly into Dorne by Wyl and up the Brimstone and the Torentine. We will aid Prince Quentyn in defeating the Targaryen girl and my brother." He explained and would plan the first three steps, "Lord Randyll Tarly, I charge you to lead the army down the Prince's Pass where I will personally command half and go down the Boneway." Lord Tarly and his son rose from their seat.
"It will be our honor, Lord Hand." He depends on men like them, loyal to a fault and to the right cause.
"We have had time to breathe, now we will raise our swords to finish what Robert Baratheon had sought out to accomplish. For King and Country!" He cried the last phrase out and it echoed throughout the room.
Loren smirked as he dismissed everyone and was the last to leave the council room, he gripped his right hand and clasped it against his surcoat. I have made my move, brother, now it is time for you to make yours. He chuckled as he walked down the hall and was taken from his thoughts when he spotted Sansa Stark.
The heir to Winterfell shied away when she saw Loren, still embarrassed by that night a month ago.
Loren Lannister's return was sudden to everyone, even the King and Queen who didn't have enough time to dispatch a welcome party.
She was sleeping when she heard someone creep into her chambers, she jolted awake and looked up to see Loren staring at her. She curled and brought her blanket to cover herself, she was only in her nightgown which was made from silk that was see through.
"M- My Lord, what, I don't... " She didn't know what to say, this was unexpected and inappropriate of anyone, especially that of a maid and a married man.
"I never saw it, why my nephew was so enamored with you." He said with a slight slur in his tone, he had been drinking, "I am sure that news will arrive in due time, my child was born, a daughter." Lady Margaery had a baby girl, she rose a little further from her bed, he had taken a step closer to her side and she was getting uncomfortable.
"I... I am happy for you, my Lord- " He cut her off when he began to laugh, she narrowed her eyes as he had done when he became silent once more.
"Happy, I would have been excited to have a daughter... After my son was born, she promised me a son and she failed to keep that promise." He spat with anger laced with a calm tone. He plopped down and had fallen on her, she felt his chest heaving on her own and his breath was blowing on her cheek and neck.
"Please, my Lord, this isn't- We can't." He ignored her and began to feel her body, from her thigh to her breasts.
She tried to struggle, push him off and call for help, Loren folded her hands over her head and kissed her upon her lips which shocked her with fear as she remembered what happened during the riots.
She closed her eyes and started to cry.
"You haven't experienced sex, have you? Your chances of having children are uncertain, boys even more so. Your mother gave Ned three sons, can you have sons?" He didn't even seem in his right mind, he removed his pants and she felt him push inside of her folds.
She had remained silent that night after, now, now she is with his bastard child.
No one knows, none but her and Loren who had apologized but didn't feel sorry for what had happened. He was all too excited to be having another child, she hated him for it and had thrown a glass cup at him in her anger and fury.
Loren stopped to look at her, she turned her feet and continued down another way to get to the gardens.
She knew it, in her heart, at least. I am done being the naive little bird, if Loren wants his heir, I will give him one but I alone will control him, and through the child his father. She thought with the utmost hatred, more hate than that she felt against Joffrey Waters.
Sansa Stark, eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark will play the game these people love so much and ruin the legacy of House Lannister.
Miles away within Sunspear, Daenerys Targaryen was discussing the war against Loren Lannister and the Baratheon dynasty.
Tyrion is rather proud of himself, he had planned their arrival just right.
The fleet his brother left at the Stepstones were caught by surprise, the foolhardy Lord Captain of the ships were defeated swiftly.
Prince Doran cursed them, but other than that he surrendered with little resistance. No, he left that to his nephew who had quickly sent out a call to arms, House Yronwood being chief amongst them. He thought as he scratched his growing beard, looking over the table and their small gathering of allies.
Some of the Dornish families, or those who intended to overthrow House Martell. Harmen Uller had taken most of the work in bringing in the allies they needed.
The landing was a good spot for them, they don't have any worry of being attacked from behind and could simply keep pushing North.
"Prince Quentyn has mustered a force at Yronwood, another ten-thousand rallied and sacked Sandstone from House Qorgyle." So as to cut either road from them that would lead to the Stormlands or the Reach.
"The Dornish repelled many invasions over the thousands of years, we shattered that on our arrival and will lead towards our goal, to put you on the Iron Throne." He glanced at Daenerys who smiled, stepping forth and he cleared his throat to begin.
"My brother won't wait, he has no doubt begun to raise his forces for war, he bent the Stormlands, married into the Reach and has the loyalties of the Westerlands. I expect he will have nearly a hundred thousand men, mostly from the Reach." He started and put his hand on the table, "While we subjugate rest of Dorne, we should also look to the few Kingdoms who will assist us in defeating Loren." He stopped and Varys smirked and stepped up to speak about their plans.
"The Riverlands won't move against Loren, he's broken them at Riverrun. The Vale has shut the gates and are currently fighting a blockade. The Iron Islands have been eradicated of all offense. The North has the strength to combat Loren Lannister and rouse the scared enemies that the One-Eyed Lion had defeated. Jon Snow rules as King of the North, married to a Manderly girl and commands well over one-hundred thousand men." Mostly Wildlings but if they get Jon to fight with them, they will have outnumbered Loren 100 to 1.
Daenerys listened to them tell her all she needs to know, now, all they need to do is decide on getting Jon as an ally and marching to defeat Quentyn Martell.
"Then see it done, Lord Hand. Send a raven to the North, send for Jon Snow to come to me or send an envoy... To bend the knee to his Queen."