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It was another sunny, dry and a long day in the Old Palace. As the soft wind twisted some leaves in the palm trees, a young lady sat alone in a patio, with a pair of needles and a soft fabric on her hands. Her dress was as yellow as honey, her long black hair loosened on her waist. Her sun kissed skin was aglow. The girl did nothing except staring at the whole desert around her.
Desert. Not exactly like that but a desert it still was.
Then she heard some pairs of steps as they approached her. “My lady,” the servants bowed but she knew she was no lady at all.
Vyanne often considered herself lucky to be born as Dornish. They didn’t mind bastards, and men and women were seen as an equal. They were free, as free as they could be.
Her father was Prince Qoren Martell, the ruler of Dorne. And he was kind enough to raise her and gave her a proper life as a lady in his court. He even had planned to name his natural born daughter as his heir, before Aliandra Martell was born.
Although she was born as a Sand, her father went to King’s Landing to plead the king to granted her as the name as one of his own true born children. Then she rose as Vyanne Martell, just a fortnight after her half sister was announced as the heir of the Sunspear.
She was never so eager nor keen with the idea of being a princess. She knew her place and where she belonged, she always had been.
But where does Vyanne Martell fit in this dance -- the dance among the dragons?