Different Paths to Destiny [Game of Thrones]

20: Torn Apart

She took a seat. "Doran will not go to war," she said simply. I must have looked confused, because she continued. "He refuses to avenge Oberyn's death."

"Oberyn died in a trial by combat," I reminded her softly. "It was his choice to fight that battle."

"He died because of the Lannisters. They deserve to pay for this." She shook her head. "How can you associate with that Lannister girl? Her family has done nothing but destroy yours."

"Myrcella is just a girl," I protested. "She had no part in any of this. If you just wait, Doran is amassing support for a rebellion. You'll get your war, Ellaria."

She spat. "It will not be my war. It will be yours." She stood up and walked out of my room.

Aylward stepped in, looking bewildered. "What was that?" He asked.

"I believe I just lost another ally," I said. "She's not taking Oberyn's death well."

"Prince Doran is concerned for her."

"You and Prince Doran talk a lot," I mused.

"I'm the sole member of your Queensguard, and your small council, it is my duty to stay informed."

"Has he received any word yet?" I asked.

He shook his head. "The houses sworn to the Martells have said they will back Doran when he choses to go to war. But none of Doran's men sent outside of Dorne have returned."

"Other than your newfound friendship with our host, how do you like Dorne?" I asked.

"The stories about this place are true," he told me. "The wine is good and the women are better."

"Alright, I don't believe I need to hear any more on that," I said. We both laughed. "I never imagined I'd be able to laugh so hard again."

"Neither did I." He looked at my desk, there were papers scattered everywhere. "Writing a letter?"

"Trying to," I said. "How does one explain the last year to someone who doesn't even know you're alive? This is not the sort of thing I want to write, but who knows the next time I'll see Jon."

"You'll find a way," he told me. He squeezed my shoulder as he walked out of my room. I knew he just meant I'd find a way to compose a nice letter, but he gave me another idea. Quickly I climbed into bed.

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I awoke in Daenerys' throne room, but my sister was nowhere to be found. "Hello?" I called. I walked up the stairs and into the room with the balcony over looking the study. Missandei looked up startled.

"Amina?" She asked.

I nodded. "Where is everyone?"

"The fighting pits," she said, there was a hint of disgust in her voice.

"Gods, why-" I broke off. "I didn't come here for Daenerys, I came looking for you."

"For me, your grace?"

"I know it has been months, but is the girl with the Sight still with you?" I asked her.

"Kaeshai?" She asked. "Yes, she lives here in Meereen now. Would you like me to take you to her?"

"Yes, please." She stood up and motioned for me to follow her out of the pyramid.

"Have you spoken to your sister recently?" Missandei asked.

I shook my head. "Not since our fight. I didn't mean for things to get so out of hand."

"She'll come around."