Chương 12: Mellario Returns Home
First moon, 298 AC
Dorne, Westeros
Sunspear, also known as the Old Palace,] is the seat of House Nymeros Martell and the capital of Dorne. The castle is located on the Broken Arm, north of the Greenblood on the far southeastern coast of Westeros, and is surrounded on three sides by the sea, and by the shadow city on the fourth side. The palace of the Water Gardens lies three leagues away on the coastal road.
Sunspear is a walled settlement, protected by three massive Winding Walls, encircling one another and containing miles of narrow alleys, hidden courts, and noisy bazaars. The Threefold Gate, where the gates are lined up one behind the other, avoids the labyrinth, instead, allowing straight passage on a brick path to the Old Palace.
One of Sunspear's chief structures is the original stronghold of House Martell, the Sandship, which is a large, ugly, dun-colored building that looks like a dromond.[5] Over time, towers in Rhoynish fashion sprung up around the keep. Two other chief structures are the tall and slender Spear Tower and the great, domed Tower of the Sun. The Spear Tower is a hundred and a half feet high and can house noble prisoners. In the Tower of the Sun, the high seats of the Prince of Dorne can be found: two twin seats, one with the Martell spear inlaid in gold upon its back, the other bearing the blazing Rhoynish sun. These two towers are the first things visitors see when they arrive at Sunspear, whether by land or by sea.
Lady Mellario of Dorn stood upon a ship with Dothraki warriors and slaves at her back. As she came by sea, She also saw the familiar towers that induced a nostalgic feeling. She had left Dorne years ago and was forced to leave her children behind. Now she is returning to protect those very same children and the idiot man she once loved.
Zhano presence presented a particular threat to her family and also offered a way out. After speaking to the deceive man, she quickly learned that he was highly educated for a Dothraki and still had a thirst for knowledge and progress. And though the House Martell appeared to step on his toes, he gave swift punishment and sent a warning to Dorne.
Once Norvos was sacked, she knew that she couldn't die with an idiot husband looking after her children. Docking at the port, Lady Mellario stepped of the bout with her Dothraki Horde. She was dressed in her noble clothing and bore the seal of the consort of Dorne.
Pushing aside the presence of Dothraki, the port fell to their knees and bowed. It was the return of the consort in the most desperate time of Dorne. The same desperation that pushed the prince of Dorne to recklessly pursue allegiance to the tattered House Targaryen.
"Lady Mellario, are you Khaleesi here?" a Dothraki man asked.
Mellario tittered, "No, Jhaqqo. It is complicated. To the world, I am. In reality, I am not. But I am here to take the title again.:
"Well, the Great Blood Fire Khal has made us your Khasar. Only one woman in his life has a Khasar without being a Ko. You are the second. We will not let you die here. You point, we kill!"
"Chowoo!" The Khasar echoed in agreement.
Mellario exhaled, "Such a great man inspires such loyalty that flows to a stranger upon a single commanded. Hmm, this is beyond loyalty, this is faith, this is hope." she spoke in Westeros common tongue so the Dothraki couldn't understand.
"Follow me," she called out in Dothraki.
200 Dothraki and 50 working slaves followed. Mellario did her best to respect Zhano, so she did what anyone leading a Khasar should do -- she got them horses.
Naturally, she took it out on credit and told the salesman to bill Sunspear. She and her trope then rode to the gates of Sunspear to find noble people had conveyed for the transfer of power. As the key members of House Martell were putting on airs an ailing man walked to his carriage, the people stopped faced the regal woman on horseback.
"Old fool, where the hell do you think you are going?" Mellario asked. Her brow furrowed, "Your brother… you made him Castellin?"
"You've only been here for two seconds and you already read the situation." her husband spoke.
"Mmm, I have. Now, I suggest you get your old ass back in that tower, you as well Oberyn, because we all need to have a talk." Mellario was firm and direct. The nobles shivered as the memories of the old consort came flooding back.
It was obvious the party was over, the whole of House Martell was pulled back into Sunspear where they gathered in a grand hall. Mellario walked straight to her seat as Lady of the house and no one objected.
When she was comfortable, her face soften as she looked at her daughter, Arrianne. Arianne is buxom and beautiful, with olive skin, large dark eyes, and long, thick black hair that falls in ringlets to the middle of her back. She has full lips, a husky voice, and round ripe breasts with huge dark nipples. Favoring her mother Mellario, Arianne is short, standing at five foot two.
"My sweet girl still likes to dress scantily," she tittered, "You must be driving the old man crazy."
Arianna giggled as she fought to hold back tears. It had been years since she saw her mother. She used to blame her for leaving until she realized that her father was the problem.
"Hello, mother," she spoke.
"Come," Mellario held out a hand.
Arianne slowly walked over and her mother pulled her into her lap as if she was still a child. "Oh, how I've missed you. But before we talk about your life, your mother must protect your future even though the Buffon wrestled it from my grasp."
"Enough with the insults!" Her husband, Prince Doran roared.
"Why?!" she shouted, "Were you not the goddamn idiot who sought out House Taragaryen to form a marriage alliance between that mad broken-winged bird, Viserys Targaryen, and my daughter, who claim you could raise better and care for better than me! Yet! Across the narrow sea, I hear of treason that could put her head underneath the blade of the brutish whoremongering King Robert Baratheon!"
The room muttered and Doran fell silent. He glanced at his brother, Oberyn.
"Don't look at him, Doran. That fool claims eight bastard girls and still likes to stick his dick in everything walking as if his line isn't 50 percent of House Martell's continued existence. Rember, two out of five siblings is all that remains of the original house." Mellario was speaking to harm and everyone knew it.
"So I ask again, who was it?"
"It was me," Oberyn spoke.
"I agreed," Doran spoke louder. "Arianne could be the queen of the Seven Kingdoms and we can get…"
"Revenge? The Targaryen's have nothing. Nothing at all. Rumors of the eldest showing signs of madness and abusing the younger. You are lucky, that the who rung our people for information doesn't care about Westeros. We also need to clean up House Valaeryon. This matter can never leave these halls. " Mellario declared.
"What do you mean we? You ran…"
"You chased me away. All you had to do was keep our children home. But want to send them off and marry them away to madmen. And, Norvos has been sacked. Westeros should be getting the news by now."
"What?" Oberyn exclaimed.
"Yes, the Great Blood Fire Khal Zhano has taken the city. I'm the only noble that survived from the High City, the rest are probably dead by now," said Mellario.
"B-blood Fire Khal?" Doran asked, "He's?"
"That's right, the same one that enslaved your little cousins that you sent to Essos. Don't worry, they've fallen in love with his cock and enjoy their new lives. The men, however, most are dead."
Arianne laughed and quickly stifled it.
"It's okay dear, you can laugh. It is funny. He commands nearly 100,000 and has an army of Unsullied on the way. We will rule the Dothraki sea and Norvos will be his first city. He was named Heir to the Zha Family of Yi Ti. One of the few that can reforge Valyrian Steel. He has beat back the Jogos Nhai and has a palace in Yi Ti's Norvos."
"Asabhad…" A Martell murmured.
"Yes, and he is due to marry a daughter of the 15th Prince. If the Prince manages to claim the throne, Khal Zhano's power will only grow. He is already God's chosen amongst his people. How else could he get Horselords to cross the Narrow sea?" Mellario finished, gesturing to her Dothraki.
The room was in awe, but slightly confused. It was only Doran who knew where his wife was going with her spiel.
"He has made you Lady of Norvos. Ruling under his authority," said Doran.
"He has. It had opened the way for House Martell to rule Norvos. Like I tried to tell you years ago when the first talks of rebellion started. Before the iron throne, there were seven separate kingdoms. And no matter who's on that damn throne, we will always be here as long as we maintain power! Your sister died, but she would not wish for her house to fall in the pursuit of vengeance."
"What do you suggest?" Doran asked.
"I suggest you go and See Khal Zhano. You have ailment he may be able to heal."
"A barbarous Dothraki Horselord? Heal me when Maester can't?!" Doran was appalled.
"He is a brilliant man. And I have never stirred you wrong, Doran. Look I'm even using your name. Come with me." she spoke softly.
Doran sighed.
"I want to go." Arianne blurted, "I want to go to Norvos. Uncle Oberyn has been made castellan. I have a younger brother. Uncle Oberyn has many daughters, Sunspear is secure. But to make a new house in the land of our ancestors is...I don't even have words."
Mellario smirked. "Why not? It makes sense. Maybe this can force your uncle to declared the legitimacy of a few daughters and settle down."
"Oh, how I've missed you, Mellario." Oberyn spoke, sarcastically, "I need a drink."
"Tell me more about this Zhano. I want to know everything," said Doran
Mellario's eyes sparkled as she said, "Happily…"
Arianne caught every mannerism of her mother and wished to meet the man who sent her mother who with such life along with Dothraki who crossed water that their horses can't drink. Two feats she never thought possible.
At the same time, Doran and Oberyn were intrigued by the mysterious Khal. They first heard of him disrupting their plans and making a bold claim about ruling the Dothraki sea. They now hear he has the means to do so and rose to the top of the world overnight.
Meanwhile, word of the Great Khal had reached the financially prosperous house first. The Lannisters of Casterly Rock and the House Tyrell of Highgarden. While it was just tales of savagery to many of the Westerosi houses, those that had connections through trade, like the Tyrells and Lannisters began to worry.
Though Zhano had captured Norvos, they figured it was what barbarians did. But, everyone with deals in Norvos had lost. So, they sent people to sure up their connections in free cities that were near in hopes of stopping the sacking of another city. But there was one man in the Kingdom that was overjoyed, King Robert Baratheon.
He drank and fucked in excitement all because he 'hoped the Dothraki Horse Fucker would raze Essos to the ground and kill the Targaryan vermin in the process, To war in Essos!'. He then start a night of debauchery until he passed out.
Back in Dorne, Arianne Martell and her cousins, Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene were together as she had her servants pack her things.
"Father and Mother are hashing out financials for Norvos, but we have to figure out something very important," said Arianne.
"What is that?" Tyene asked.
"Who, if not all of you, is coming with me?" Arianne replied.
"But there was talk of legitimacy," said Nymeria.
"I know. I honestly don't think any of you will be legitimized if Oberyn decides to marry his paramour. But if you wish to try your luck, I will not stop you." Arianne sang.
"What is there for us Norvos, ruled by Dothraki?" Obara asked.
"We can party, drink, and fuck every day. It will be ours and I will name you all ladies and untouchable unless you decided otherwise. And I heard Dothraki have cocks like horses and share their stamina." Arianne swooned at the fantasy of being savagely taken from behind.
She then shook her head. "But seriously, there's more potential there than here. There I can build something great with my mother. All my father does is hold me back. He has no idea what I can do."
"So, what do you say?" Arianne asked.
the three sisters shared looks and racked their brains. They were wary of the Dothraki, but they had been with their cousin for so long that they need to protect her from their worries outweighed the actual weight of their worry.
"Fine," said Tyene.
"We'll go," Nymeria added.
"And there better be good wine." Obara groaned.
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