Dragon Wolf

A/N: I wanted to address a specific review. She is not witnessing everything that is happening. She is hearing bits of news and reacting to them the way anyone would on hearing similar news. She has no idea what is going on outside of the little bits she hears…and even then it's not the full story. So you can relax on that aspect.

Chapter 6 – A New Dragon Queen

Weeks passed and Visenya had settled into her new life in Dorne. Oberyn and Daemon were driving her crazy and she was positive they were doing it on purpose. Every time one of them was near her they would touch her in some fashion…a brush of their arm against hers, a trail of fingers across her back, moving a lock of hair out of her face. It had come to a point where she refused to spar with either of them because they inevitably ended up pinning her to the ground with their body and it made her stomach flutter strangely.

This particular morning she had gone out for a ride with the older sand snakes who had warmed up to her finally. The eldest three seemed to enjoy showing her new fighting methods and how to use different weapons. When they returned to the Water Gardens everyone seemed to be in an unusually excited mood and as soon as her feet touched the ground she was swept into a hug by Daemon and then Oberyn.

"What in the world has you too so happy today? Did a Lannister die?"

"No, but this death is every bit as satisfying for us. The Mountain is dead."

"Apparently he was felled by a sickness that swept through him and slowly killed him."

Daemon's words, and the tone he delivered them in, had her turning to Oberyn with a raised eyebrow which earned her an unrepentant and almost boyish grin.

"A slow sickness hmm? I wonder if that sickness may have started at the Tourney of the Hand?"

"I'm sure it is possible, little one."

She leveled him with an unimpressed look before heading back inside to get cleaned up. Doran had decided a celebratory feast was in order so of course Oberyn bought Visenya another gown. This one was far more revealing than any of the previous gowns had been and just looking at herself wearing it was making her blush. The gown was very nearly see-through with the layers of sheer violet fabric and while it brushed her ankles it also showed an alarming amount of cleavage. There was a deep V in the front of the gown that went almost to her stomach and every breath she took made her worry something was going to fall out.

"I can't wear this out there…"

"My Lady…it is a gift from the Prince. To not wear it would be seen as an insult."

"Why does it have to be so…revealing?"

"This is common here in Dorne, My Lady…you have seen women wearing far less fabric here."

This was true, she had to concede that point. She had seen many women wearing little more than scraps of fabric covering their most private places and nothing else. It had thrown her the first few times but she had grown used to seeing it…on others. Seeing herself in something like this was a bit…disconcerting…but the maid was right, it would be an insult not to wear the Prince's gift.

When she finally gathered up her Northern courage and entered the dining hall with her head held high she was so focused on not looking anyone in the eye that she failed to notice the looks Oberyn and Daemon were giving her. The two were boring holes into her with lust on clear display on their faces. Doran snorted softly and gave Oberyn an exasperated look.

"Honestly brother…are you trying to frighten her away for good?"

"She looks…"

"…perfect."

Daemon finished the sentence Oberyn started either unable, or unwilling, to tear their eyes off of Visenya's form as she walked towards them. She stopped in front of them to give the Princes a low curtsy of respect and Oberyn's eyes were immediately drawn down to the swell of her breasts.

"Prince Doran, Prince Oberyn. Thank you, Prince Oberyn, for the gift of such a lovely gown. I fear I do not do it justice."

"Nonsense…you look incredible little one…quite…delicious."

He was satisfied to see her face flush at his words and tone and held out a hand to invite her to sit between him and Daemon. With a little smirk on her lips she chose to sit on the other side of Doran who couldn't help but laugh softly at Oberyn being outsmarted for a change.

"Lady Visenya. How was your ride this morning?"

"It was quite an adventure Prince Doran. Obara thought I might like to see some of the native wildlife and she was absolutely right. Those little foxes with giant ears were the most adorable things I've ever seen…though Ghost wasn't quite sure what to make of them."

"I'm sure your wolf has never seen something so small with that many sharp teeth."

"No, I dare say he hasn't. The only things that size back in the North are rabbits."

The two continued a lively conversation while Oberyn all-but sulked at being thwarted. He knew the lady was smart but he had not expected her to turn the tables and out maneuver him so easily. Daemon was torn between disappointment and amusement at the entire situation.

"She's more clever than you thought, my Prince."

"Yes…I will have to change my strategy to win this war."

Daemon felt a large hand on his thigh, warmth seeping into his skin, and felt himself nearly melt at the touch. He was always putty in his Prince's hands and he doubted that would ever change, his only hope was that they would soon have a third to join them in the Prince's bed so they can both lavish her with the attention she deserves. Daemon felt his pants growing tighter as Oberyn stroked his thigh under the table and he started to squirm a bit to try and relieve the pressure.

"Ser Daemon? Are you alright? You look a bit fevered."

Daemon looked up to find Visenya hovering in front of him looking concerned and it warmed him from the inside out. He shook his head a bit and tried to subtly push Oberyn's hand away but the man grabbed his manhood instead and Daemon had to bite back the curse that tried to fly out of his mouth.

"I am fine, MY Lady. You needn't worry about my health."

"If you're fine then why are you flushed and sweating? Not to mention that your breathing is abnormally fast and you can't seem to sit still."

"I believe that is my fault little one."

"Your fault? You didn't test a new poison on him did you?"

"No little one, nothing like that. I am merely teasing him when he is unable to retaliate as we are in public."

"Teasing him? Why would that cause this reaction? Did you bring up something really embarrassing?"

She gave them an odd look and Doran struggled to fight back his snort of laughter. He realized she was probably thinking of the kind of teasing her brothers did to her as kids. Daemon just groaned and let his head thunk onto the table in front of him while Oberyn just blinked a few times before answering.

"Are you truly that innocent little one? Do you not know how pleasure works?"

"You mean what Theon used to do in the brothel of Wintertown?"

"I doubt very much the boy had any idea what he was doing little one. A man experience in the art of giving pleasure has many, many ways to bring his partner to new heights of ecstasy."

The red flush that had consumed her face now traveled down her throat at his seductive tone and look. Visenya swallowed hard and moved to step back from the men at the table but Oberyn was as fast as the viper he was named for and was over the table in the blink of her eyes. He wrapped an arm around her waist and placed his other hand gently against the base of her throat as his voice deepened in her ear so only she could hear him.

"You drive us both to the brink of insanity little one. So beautiful, and fiery, and intelligent…with these luscious curves, and these kissable lips…Daemon and I have been with each other off and on for many years little one…but we both want you to join us…to be with us. Will you give us that honor little one? Will you allow the two of us the great honor of showing you how pleasurable lovemaking can truly be?"

As Oberyn's words were seducing her mind she felt his hands wandering her body, and soon felt another body behind her as a second set of hands joined in. She felt as though her head was wrapped in a wool cloak and everything was muffled and fuzzy. It was as though the Prince's words and tone were putting her under some sort of spell and she was helpless to resist it. Oberyn and Daemon shared a look over he head and they began to slowly, and carefully, maneuver their way towards the doors of the hall while Oberyn kept up his stream of low seductive words in Visenya's ear, Daemon joining in with the same treatment to her other ear. When they finally reached the doors and slipped through them Oberyn gently pinned her against the nearest wall and gave her such a hungered look that she felt her toes curl and her stomach twist.

"Oberyn…please…I don't know what to do…my stomach is all in knots, my head is fuzzy…I feel like I'm dying."

"You are not dying little one. Those are your bodies way of trying to tell you that you are attracted to us, that you want to be with us just as we want to be with you. As for not knowing what to do…that is alright little one…we can teach you."

"My Lady…please? Allow us to show you what real pleasure feels like…"

"Oberyn, Daemon…"

"Gentlemen, My Lady…I hate to interrupt you but one of our men in Essos has returned with some very interesting news that you are going to want to hear My Lady."

"Thank you Prince Doran, I am eager to hear what news comes from Essos."

As Visenya moved away from the men and back into the dining hall Oberyn leveled his brother with a look that nearly had the elder sibling laughing at his brother's frustration.

"I am sorry Oberyn…but she will be very happy when she hears this news and I felt it important that she do so immediately."

"What news?"

"You will find out soon enough…come."

The three men followed the Lady's path and this time she chose to sit between Oberyn and Daemon, which soothed Oberyn's irritation…somewhat. Once they were all seated Doran nodded to the man in front of them and he began repeating what he had told Doran.

"I bring news from Essos about the Targaryen siblings. The male, Viserys, was killed a while back when he threatened his sister and her unborn child in front of her Dothraki warlord husband. Unfortunately she has lost both her child and her husband."

"That's horrible…she must be so distraught."

"She has something new to focus her attentions on now, My Lady. She was gifted three dragon eggs at her wedding, supposedly turned to stone by time, and she placed them on her husband's pyre before lighting it. From what I've heard she walked into the flames and the next morning rose unburnt with three baby dragons clinging to her."

"She hatched the eggs? I see…thank you Doran. You were right…this is important news. Do you know what she plans to do now?"

"I do not, My Lady. If my Prince wills it I will return and find out what I can."

"You may do so, thank you for the news."

The man bowed and left the room to prepare for his return trip while Visenya sat in silence, staring at her hands as though confused by them, though Oberyn doubted it was her hands that had her confused.

"Little one? What is going on inside that pretty little head of yours?"

"I need to go to my chambers…I apologize for leaving so abruptly Prince Doran."

Visenya was out of her seat, and out of the room, before any of them could even stand up. Oberyn wondered just what in that news had gotten her so excited.

"Either of you have any idea what that was about?"

"No…Gendry? Any ideas?"

"No Milord…"

The men end up gathering in the water gardens and are discussing the latest news when they see Visenya hurrying through the gardens with something clutched against her chest.

"Now just what is our little wolf up to?"

"Shall we find out My Prince?"

"We shall."

Visenya, unaware of the group following her, made her way to the end of the water gardens where the largest fire in the palace could be found. When she made it there the men watched in horror as she held her bundle inside the flames while still holding it. Oberyn started to try and pull her back but she kicked him in the shin and glared at him.

"Do not interrupt this Oberyn. If you mess this up I will hurt you."

"Mess what up, Lady Visenya? Why are you trying to burn yourself?"

"I'm not. Am I screaming in pain right now?"

"No…"

"Exactly."

They all watched her silently as she focused on the flames, Oberyn catching her when she suddenly fell backwards with a shocked look on her face.

"Are you alright little one?"

He grabbed her hands and was surprised to find no damage done to her skin. He looked up at his brother and found an equally stunned look.

"Little one…"

"It worked…look."

They turn to the flames as a tiny blue reptilian head pokes out before leaping across the gap and into Visenya's arms. A tiny blue dragon looked up at her adoringly and Oberyn swore he actually felt his jaw unhinge.

"A dragon…a real dragon…an actual fire-breathing dragon…I'm dreaming…that's what this is…a weird dream."

"Gendry…you're not dreaming…and she's real."

"How do you know it's a girl little one?"

"I just do…she's beautiful."

"She needs a name, Lady Visenya."

"Lyanna…after my mother. She's the same blue as the winter roses she was said to have loved so much…"

"A lovely name little one. We should find something for her to eat."

"I have gathered a few books that make mention of the dragons of old. I will have them sent to your chambers to see if they might be able to help you."

"Thank you, Prince Doran. Oberyn…I'm pretty sure she wants meat not grass."

"Oberyn was waving a handful of water grass in front of the decidedly unimpressed little dragon. The man shrugged before tossing the greenery over his shoulder and offering her his arm.

"Then let us go and find the little dragon some meat."

Gendry decided he'd had enough excitement for one night and chose to go to bed while Doran went back to his own chambers. Oberyn and Daemon led Visenya to the kitchens where the servants were having their meal.

"No, please don't get up on my account. Continue your meals."

"My Lady…we can help you find whatever it is you seek."

"I need some sort of meat…though I'm not sure what she might want to eat or how she'll like it fixed."

"She who, My Lady?"

"Don't scream everyone but…this is Lyanna…my new baby dragon."

None of the staff screamed, but several of the women started cooing over how adorable the baby was and Daemon was fairly certain the little thing was preening under the attention.

"Not to worry My Lady. We'll gather up a variety of meats prepared a few ways and find out what she likes best."

"Thank you so much but you shouldn't have to go through so much trouble.

"It's no trouble My Lady. This is what we enjoy doing."

In no time there was a spread of different meats in three different preparations…raw, roasted, and grilled. The meats were cow, goat, chicken, deer, boar, rabbit, goose, and squirrel. Lyanna seemed to prefer her meat roasted and she preferred the goat and goose meats over the others.

"Well…at least we know what she likes now and how to fix it for her."

"We do indeed My Lady. We will make sure that a portion of such meats is set aside for her at each meal of the day so she can eat with you and Ghost."

The staff already sent out a sizeable piece of deer leg for Ghost every night and now they would add a portion of roasted goat or goose to that tray for the little dragon.

"You are all amazing, thank you so very much. I can't imagine how long it would have taken me to figure this out on my own."

"Think nothing of it My Lady. We enjoy helping you."

Oberyn steered her back out of the kitchens toward her chambers where the three went in to sit and talk. Oberyn's face took on a more serious look as he leaned toward Visenya.

"You realize that word of this little dragon hatching to you will spread like wildfire through the seven kingdoms? Everyone will find out within the space of a month regardless of whether we try and keep it quiet."

"I know…maybe…maybe it's time to stop being quiet. Maybe it's time to be loud and make a scene."

"What did you have in mind little one?"

"An announcement…sent out to every house in the seven kingdoms all at once."

"What will you say in this announcement?"

"The truth. That the Queen's children are the bastards of her incestuous relationship with her brother. That I am the true born daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark and the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. That my Uncle was not a traitor to the crown but rather trying to see the truth come to light."

"They will want proof, little one."

"The records will be in the Maester's Citadel."

"The Queen will probably try to have access blocked."

"That will only add strength to my claim if she does."

"True. When will you do this?"

"I will write the first letter myself and then others can help make copies so we can send them out in the morning."

"I'll help, I'm sure Oberyn will as well, Doran will probably be willing to assist if he's still awake. What about your friend Gendry?"

"I'm still teaching him how to read and write. I'm hoping he will one day be legitimized and claim his place as the Head of house Baratheon and return it to it's former glory."

"A tall order little one."

"I'm stubborn though."

"That you are."

Daemon went to speak to Doran who soon joined them in making copies of the letter Visenya wrote up and by morning they were ready to be sent out across Westeros…and she made sure that one went with the messenger who was returning to Essos.

To the heads of every house in Westeros,

My name was once known as Visenya Snow. I was believed to be the bastard daughter of the late honorable Lord Eddard Stark. Before he was murdered to hide the Queen's dirty little secret he told me his own secret kept since my birth. I am not his daughter, but rather the true born daughter of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. Therefore, I am the rightful heir to the Iron Throne and I intend to lay claim to my birthright. Anyone who doubts my claim may feel free to check the Maester's records in the Citadel and see for themselves that my claim is truth. The Queen's claim of her children being those of Robert Baratheon, however, is a lie. My Uncle found the birth records for the children of the Baratheon line and every last one was born black of hair…even when a golden haired Lannister married into the line several times. The Queen's children, rather, are bastards born of her incestuous relationship with her twin brother. The current King has no claim to the throne he sits upon in his cruelty and ignorance. My uncle gave me a small chest before his murder that had been left for me by my mother and father. In it were several items of theirs but the most important of these was a dragon egg. I have hatched this egg through fire and suffered no burns. The dragon I hatched has been named Lyanna in honor of my mother and when she is large enough we will claim my birthright together with the help of House Martell. I ask that the remaining houses of Westeros aid me in reclaiming the throne from the Lannisters so that I may bring in an age of peace and harmony across all of the seven kingdoms.

Lady Visenya Targaryen

Rightful Heir to the Iron Throne

"Do not get your hopes too high little one, many will not believe these claims unless they can see the dragon with their own eyes."

"That will not happen until she is much older and stronger. I will not risk her safety."

"Agreed, Lady Visenya. As I stated earlier Dorne will stand behind you every step of the way and do whatever is needed."

"Thank you Prince Doran. Your support means a great deal to me. I can't wait to read Robb and Theon's response to this…it should be interesting at the very least."

"Visenya…I have been waiting for the right time to ask this but I feel that it must be now."

"Oberyn? What is it?"

"I would like your permission to formally court you in hopes of a marriage between us in the near future."

Visenya was not the only one staring at him in open-mouthed shock at this statement. He was known for being a consummate bachelor with no interest in settling down. Doran was beyond thrilled to hear those words come out of his brother's mouth and knew he would encourage the union wholeheartedly. Daemon was thrilled but also a bit torn, despite knowing he himself would never be able to marry a woman who would one day be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

"Oberyn…are you sure? I mean…marriage is a permanent thing…"

"Visenya…little one…I am positive this is the course of action I wish to take. I have never met another woman in all the world like you, and I doubt I will ever find one like you again. I am not willing to risk losing you to another man."

"If you are certain then…I give permission for you to court me."

"I promise you little one, you will not regret this decision."

"I certainly hope not. I'm willing to share you with Daemon but I will not share you with another woman."

"I understand little one, and I feel the same way."

"You don't want to share me with other women?"

"You know what I meant little smartass."

"I know…"

Visenya was curled up on the window seat with her back against Oberyn's chest and Daemon's head in her lap, her little dragon curled up beside her hip in a large nest of blankets and pillows. Doran quietly left the room so as not to disturb them and retired to his own chambers. For the first time in many years he felt hope for the future.

A/N: A shorter chapter I know but this is more to fill in a few gaps and get out some important information before the next phase begins. Also…more sass b/c I love the sass and the seduction too lol. Hope everyone enjoyed this one.