Aliandra Martell was the Heir of Dorne, above of her younger brother, in Dorne they did not look at such silly things as the gender of the child to make them Heir. Qoren Martell had chosen his eldest daughter from the moment she was born, and like the others before her, she would pass the Martell name to her children.
She had been few years older than her sister, Nyferia, and she had been wed too, to a man from Essos whom she had met as he traded in Sunspear. He had been the son of a wealthy Lord, but none of that mattered to Aliandra, as she had grown to love him and had asked her father to wed her to him. Her father, who had been a firm believer of love, had agreed to it. Drazenko Rogare had been a long descendant of Old Valyria, his family had escaped just before the Targaryens and Velaryons had, his silver hair had been gone but his lavender eyes remained.
"Sister" Aliandra said as she saw her younger sister, smiling brightly as they hugged. In spite of not having seen the other in long years, the love remained between them, and they had exchanged plenty of letters to each other over the years. "I am so happy to see you again" Nyferia said, and looked upon her elder sister, she had grown more beautiful than she remembered, slightly resembling their mother, but none looked like their mother like Nyferia had done.
It had been a great pain in Prince Qoren's heart when he had laid his eyes on his daughter again, her mother's beauty shining through as he did. "It's a curse, Prince Qoren" the voice of King Viserys rang as the Dornish Prince turned to the King. "What is a curse?" the man asked, confused what he had been talking about. "My own daughter resembles her late mother, it's both a blessing and a curse I have learned" Viserys said as he looked from Nyferia to Rhaenyra who had resembled the late Queen Aemma. Qoren looked at Nyferia as she spoke with her sister, a smile on her face and her hair in a neat braid similar to that of the court ladies of the Crownlands. He had missed the Dornish in his daughter, then again, she had been away from Dorne for so long he wondered if she even knew what it looked like.
He eventually moved away from the King, towards his daughters as he plastered a smile on his face. "Daughter" Qoren said as he looked upon his second child, not less loved than the eldest, or the ones still living under the same roof. "Father" she said giving him a slight bow. "No, this is your wedding day, my daughter, no need for bows before your father. You are now the wife of Prince Aegon" Qoren said and Qoren knew what each and every man in the room of the Great Hall knew.
Otto Hightower would do anything and everything to place Aegon on the Iron Throne if he wanted to or not. Now that the King had been worsening, he had even more power in court as Princess Rhaenyra barely visited, only out of obligation once every so odd time.
This marriage was Otto Hightowers greatest accomplishment yet, not only did they have the support of Dorne on their side, Dorne still yet to be defeated by the Targaryens, including the mighty Vhagar. And only did the alliance pull through, he could see how Princess Nyferia and Prince Aegon actually cared for each other, something he had not yet hoped for in his wildest dreams.
He knew soon that a child would follow, if Gods be good, and he prayed to them the child would be a son, he didn't even care if the son did not look Targaryen, as long as it was a son from Princess Nyferia's womb with Aegon's seed, he would be pleased.
Nyferia was with child, awoken in the womb before their official marriage and Aegon knew his mother would tell the people how Princess Nyferia had gone into labour too soon and how miraculously it had been that the child survived. But her wedding day had not been spend sitting it through, she had taken her father on the dance floor, smiling as she finally was among family again, her family.
When the evening ended, and Otto Hightower was pleased with the people had spoken with—all except for Prince Daemon calling him a cunt—Nyferia and Aegon returned to his chambers where they would now both reside, and Naga, Serpico and Aurea had already been placed in the room, which was fine with Aegon, he rode a dragon what fear should he have for the serpents of his beloved. "Are you tired, my Sun?" Aegon asked as he placed the golden necklace on the table besides his bed, he had dismissed all the servants, he could undress himself on his wedding night, although he was not sure if there would be one. "My feet are killing me" Nyferia said, letting herself fall on Aegon's bed, who had been well to think of more pillows now that Nyferia would permanently reside with him.
"Come, let me ease your troubles" he said as he quickly undid his clothes, only dressed in a long blouse and loose breeches. Nyferia watched Aegon, whom she could now call husband as he undid her shoes, throwing them into the room, as he placed soft kisses on her calves, kissing up to her inner thigh as he hung over her. Nyferia had a smile on her face, but she looked too tired to do more.
"Would you hate me if I didn't want to tonight" Nyferia asked and Aegon shook his head. "We'll have plenty of nights, my Sun, tonight we shall sleep and dream of our life together" Aegon said as he undid the laces on her dress before raising it over her head, before walking away and giving her, her nightgown. "Sleep, my Sun" Aegon said, pulling her into his arms as they moved under the sheets and nuzzled together. Nyferia was used to sleep in warmth and Aegon gave off warmth even on the coldest days, something that made her dream of Dorne again.
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THE SUN AND THE FLAME ☀︎ AEGON TARGARYEN
Fanfiction⎯⎯AFTER QOREN MARTELL showed his support to the Triarchy against Prince Daemon Targaryen, King Viserys demands a price to be paid. Prince Qoren⏤who didn't hold much to his name⏤offered his second born daughter, Princess Nyferia, as a ward to Queen A...
