A/N: Hi guys! This is the final stone in my Game of Thrones AU, at least for now. If you haven't read The Green Dragon or Rise of the Green Dragon before, I suggest you do, because otherwise you are probably going to be lost. I will be posting a new chapter every day except this weekend. I hope you enjoy this story, if you do don't forget to follow so you won't miss a chapter and leave a review, it's always appreciated! Other than that, once again, I hope you enjoy, and I'll see you tomorrow!

Chapter 1
The Sun rises again

Lexa sighed. She could feel something glowing in her chest, and whatever it was, it was warm and made her very pleased. The glowing intensified at the site of the blonde – her wife – falling on the bed beside her and coming to nest in her arms. Lexa took in a deep breath.

"Tyrion was right." she managed between two tired breathes.

Clarke looked up at her with a gentle happy smile, one which hadn't left her her lips in quite some time.

"You're spoiling me. I'm not going to be able to leave our room anytime soon."

"I was counting on it, you know."

Clarke's voice was husky, and it sent a wave of adrenaline washing over Lexa. Guess she wasn't as tired as she thought after all.

"That's not very dutiful, coming from the new Queen of Westeros," Lexa noted with amusement.

Clarke propped herself on her elbows, her face hovering near Lexa's. Her blonde hair was a mess, and Lexa passed a hand through them, trying to smooth them a bit.

"And coming from your wife?" she asked.

The blue of her eyes had almost disappeared behind the black of her pupils, full of love and lust in equal part.

"Gods, I love you." Lexa simply replied.

The hand in Clarke's hair moved to the nape of her neck, pulling the blonde closer. As their lips met in a heated kiss, Lexa's other hand came to rest on her waist. Clarke moved to rest almost completely on top of her, her long hair forming a curtain around them. They separated just long enough to breathe and smile, before kissing again. They'd already been going at it like crazy on their wedding night, and almost no one had seen them on the day afterward. They would have stayed in their rooms longer if the crowning ceremony had not been on the second day after the wedding. But Lexa had already planned to stay locked up in their room the entirety of the next day. Everyone else could wait.

Her hand had almost found Clarke's breast again when someone came knocking at the door. They both froze.

"Your Grace, something urgent came up."

Lexa held in a sigh. She must have told Tyrion not to bother them at least ten times. He'd laughed every time, but had promised he wouldn't. After making sure he wouldn't barge in to speak with her, Lexa moved her lips to Clarke's ears and whispered:

"Ignore him, he'll go away."

She placed a kiss on Clarke's jaw, at the junction between her ear and her jawbone, and Clarke tried to hold in a giggle. The knocking continued, however, stopping Lexa before she could continue to go south.

"Lexa, believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't urgent."

Lexa groaned this time, but before she could shout for him to go away, Clarke rolled off her.

"Come on, my Queen, your Kingdom is calling." she joked.

Lexa sighed longly before pushing herself up. Her entire body was protesting, but she managed to stand up anyway. She found a silk crimson bathrobe and put it one hastily before opening the door. She opened it just enough to see Tyrion standing on the other side, still wearing the same outfit he'd been wearing at the crowning. She blocked the view into her chambers with her body, shielding the sight of her naked wife from the outside. Tyrion was holding an open scroll, which he quickly handed to Lexa.

"A letter from our friend in Dorne. A ship from Sunspear will arrive in the harbor tomorrow at dawn. The delegation inside wants to speak with you as soon as possible."

"They can wait like the rest of them."

Tyrion shook his head.

"They've come to present the new Princess of Dorne."

Lexa frowned. The Princess of Dorne? They'd chosen a new Princess. Why didn't she know about that sooner? She didn't hear of any war going on in the south, no bloodshed, nothing. This was very strange.

"Come to fetch us tomorrow morning," she instructed.

"Only if you're decent," Tyrion replied with a smile. "Speaking of, I'll let you get back to your business. I think your Queen is waiting for you."

He turned around and walked away toward the Tower of the Hand. Lexa closed the door, the small scroll still rolled in her hand. She carefully closed and locked the door before looking back at Clarke. She'd listened to their entire conversation and a slight frown had appeared on her face.

"The Princess of Dorne?"

Lexa unrolled the scroll and read through rapidly.

"Anya says she'll be there too, to introduce the new Princess. Raven of House Reyes."

They exchanged a glance.

"That's not a Dornish House, is it?" Clarke asked.

"That's not a real House at all. There has never been a House Reyes in Westeros. She could come from a noble House of Essos. I'll have to ask Lincoln."

Lexa placed the scroll on the nearest table and returned to bed. Clarke once again came to rest on her side, one hand playing with the silk of her robe.

"I know that name, Anya? The twins were sad she didn't come to our wedding."

"She's family, you know? She taught me how to shoot a bow. She saved my life at least twice, too."

"Then I'll have to thank her for that."

Lexa chuckled, before falling silent, and thinking. Clarke once again rolled on top of her, both arms crossed over the brunette's collarbone.

"I haven't heard from her in almost a year." Lexa declared. "Last I heard everything was still fine in Dorne. No uprising, no Princess either. Why didn't she tell me earlier?"

"I guess you'll have the chance to ask her tomorrow. And until then..."

Clarke uncrossed her arms and let one hand wander down the edge of Lexa's bathrobe while the other caressed her cheeks.

"Guess we still have at least a few hours before dawn."

Clarke's hand found the knot of the belt holding Lexa's bathrobe and untied it, her eyes never leaving Lexa's. She yelped, however, when Lexa quickly rolled them over and pinned one of her hands over her head.

"Sorry to disappoint but it's my turn."

Clarke giggled, her free hand coming to rest in Lexa's neck, thumb lightly glazing over a reddish bruised left there the previous day.

"Oh, are you keeping tabs now?"

Lexa didn't reply, only captured Clarke's lips in a searing kiss.

Clarke was steered from her sleep by a distant roar and the screeches of birds flying away in fear. She was fully woken up, however, when the room shook. She groaned and tried to sit up and look behind her. She'd been spooning Lexa, holding her ever since they'd fallen asleep over the sheets, without even bothering to slide under them. Lexa seemed to still be asleep, not bothered by the earthquake Clarke had felt. The blond assumed her wife must have been very much used to it by now, especially when she looked out the window to see what had caused the earthquake.

Rhaegal was perched on the side of the castle, his claws probably breaking through the stone like a knife through butter. His muzzle was barely passing through the window, so he tried to look inside, one giant amber eyes staring at them from time to time. At this rate, Clarke thought, he was going to break the window.

"Lexa, Rhaegal's trying to get in." she declared, her voice still hoarse with sleep.

Lexa groaned and rolled until she was on her belly.

"Just tell him to go away."

"He's not a cat, Lexa, I can't just shoo him off."

Lexa growled this time, and Rhaegal produced almost the same sound, which made Clarke giggle. Lexa must have noticed how close her brother's voice was because she finally decided to open her eyes.

"All I ask is one morning..." she mumbled as she pushed herself off the bed.

She didn't even bother with putting on her silk robe, now discarded on the floor near the bed. Instead, she rounded the bed and went to her brother. Clarke watched her go with interest. Lexa was harboring many scars, all over her body. The freshest one was on her calf, only a light red line by now. Well, it wasn't the freshest per say. The red bruises peaking over her shoulders were the freshest one.

Lexa walked up to Rhaegal who pressed his muzzle toward her.

"What is it, big guy? Is it because Anya's coming back? You're excited?"

She scratched his nose and he closed his eyes.

"You can't stay here though. Go. Find Anya's boat, okay?"

Rhaegal groaned lightly before throwing himself off the wall. Clarke could hear the sound of stone bricks coming loose, and hoped no one was underneath. Rhaegal flew away, roaring loudly this time. Lexa watched him go until he disappeared at the corner of the castle. She looked over the horizon. The sun was barely peeking over the city. She thought quickly. The boat would probably arrive in less than an hour, and then it would take them up to thirty minutes to get to the throne room. Subtract ten minutes for them to get ready and be on seated before the Dornish arrived. They had time.

With a smile, she turned around and returned to the bed. Clarke was still seating, watching her with attention. Without saying anything, she lowered herself in front of Clarke, her knees barely brushing the bed, and brought Clarke down for a kiss.

"You are insatiable." Clarke joked as she pulled away.

"I am Dothraki," Lexa replied. "We are never contempt."

"I'll take you up on that."

Just as Lexa had predicted, they were right on time for the Dornish delegation. They both wore their crowns for the first time in public matters. Lexa's was the same as her mothers, shaped like many entwined dragons wings, with a ruby in the center. Clarke's looked like a storm of golden feathers. Clarke's crown should not have been that big, but Lexa had insisted her crown be as impressive as hers, and no one had dared to stop her.

The Iron Throne was no longer at the center of the room. It had been pushed aside slightly to make enough place for a comfortable wooden throne. Dragons and wolves and griffins were depicted all around it. Lexa knew a throne should never be comfortable, but she didn't want Clarke to have to bear too much of her burden, so this was a gift she had given her.

Tyrion was standing on her right, and Missandei on their left. Though the twins had been excited to hear of Anya's return, Lexa wanted to deal with the Princess first. As they waited, the crown on her head felt too heavy, crushing her neck, and the cape hanging from her right shoulder felt like it was pulling her down. The chain passing in front of her seemed to crush her ribs. She feared betrayal and war, and if Anya was to be on the other side of the battlefield, she wasn't sure she could stand it. Clarke must have felt her nervousness because she leaned near her and took her hand in hers, relaxing her a bit.

The doors opened and a delegation of ten or so people walked in. Most of them were soldiers, wearing orange uniforms and carrying spears. Anya was the only familiar face in the crowd. Her face was hard, like the first time Lexa had ever seen her. Her sword was resting at her belt and her dragon bone bow was around her shoulder. She was followed by a girl barely older than Lexa, with dark brown hair and dark eyes. She'd been carrying a spear too, but much more ornamented. She looked just enough like Anya for Lexa to figure out it may have been one of the Sand Snakes, one of Oberyn and Ellaria's daughters, probably Loreza.

When Anya stepped aside, the new Princess made her entrance. Dressed in a warm yellow coat and leather pants. At least, Lexa thought, compared to the previous ruler of Sunspear, she wore a silk shirt rather than just a bra. As she marched forward, Lexa quickly noticed the way she limped. Her left leg was stiff, stuck in a metal brace. She'd only ever seen such a device on Brandon Stark's saddle, the very few times he'd used a horse. The new Princess of Dorne was a cripple who'd earn her title without losing a single drop of blood. Lexa could give her that, at least she had her attention.

For the rest, she looked Dornish enough. Dark brown hair, bronze skin, dark eyes. Beautiful, too, and Lexa wondered whether it was impossible for a Dornish woman to be ugly. She stepped forward as much as the Unsullied guarding the room would let her. The four Queensguards standing at the bottom of the steps all had their hands on the hilt of their swords. As usual, Missandei introduced them:

"You stand in the presence of Alexandria of House Targaryen, the first of her name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Green Dragon, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Stallion that will mount the world, and her Queen consort, Clarke of House Griffin."

Lexa saw the Sand Snake open her mouth, ready to introduce her Princess when the Princess spoke first:

"The Stallion that will mount the world, hum? That's ironic since you just married a woman..."

Her voice trailed as no one seemed to find her joke funny. Lexa glared at her, her ice cold mask never once coming off. She could see Anya sighed in the corner. The Princess pursed her lips as she was finally introduced:

"This is Raven of House Reyes, Princess of Dorne."

Lexa looked back at the Princess.

"I will ignore your insult on the account of my friendship with the Sand Snakes. Let it be your last warning." Lexa declared, her voice echoing in the room.

Raven turned to Anya.

"You told me she was a fun one."

Anya continued to glare at her, and finally stepped forward, probably trying to save her new ruler from the chopping block, where she'd been heading at full speed.

"Your Grace, in the name of the kingdom of Dorne and all its inhabitants, I would like to congratulate you on your wedding and apologize for not sending a delegation to attend. We thought it would have been preferable to wait after the celebration before bringing this matter to your hands."

"On the contrary," Lexa replied quickly, her voice guarded, "the sooner would have been the better."

Anya fell silent. Tyrion was about to say something but his mouth was left open when Raven declared:

"I know I'm not what you were expecting, fair enough. Anya wanted me to come sooner, I said no, let's wait after the crowning, and she knew I was right."

"Why, pray tell?"

"Cause I needed you to be Queen, it's as simple as that."

Lexa continued to stare longly at the Princess. She wondered what was going on inside that head of hers. She was very obviously a commoner with no prior knowledge of how to address a Queen, and yet she'd been named Princess of Dorne. Anya wouldn't be here with her if she hadn't.

"You refuse my invitation to my wedding, refuse my invitation to my crowning, and show up the next day, expecting something from me?"

Her voice was cold, factual, but Raven winced all the same.

"Alright, so when you put it like that it's bad. Can I make it up to you?"

"Sure. Bend the knee. Swear allegiance to the crown."

Raven laughed, the sound echoing around the room.

"You know I can't do that. Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken, remember?"

"These are not the words of your House if I remember correctly. What are the words of your House exactly?"

Raven crossed her arms:

"It's the problem I'm facing, I'm afraid. I don't have a House. This is exactly why I came. I need you to make my House legitimate. Anya told me only the Queen can do that, so I came to see the Queen. Can you do it?"

"I could, yes. But do you deserve it?"

"Oh come on! You just created a House for your lover, you can do the same for the Princess of Dorne!"

Lexa clenched her teeth, and almost instantly the Unsullied all took a fighting stance, pointing their spears at them. The Dornish soldiers did the same. Lexa wasn't one to care for insults. She reminded people of their place if need be, but their words usually glided off her like rain on dragon scales. But one wrong word about her lady was already one too many.

She suddenly felt Clarke's hand on hers and looked at her wife. There was something pleading in her eyes. Let's not shade blood so early. Let's not start a war we may never finish. Tyrion, as usual, quickly found a way to deflate the situation:

"Perhaps we ought to continue this conversation later, in a more private setting?"

Lexa took a deep breath. It was like pushing the dragon down, not let him out. She nodded.

"My Lord Hand speaks true, as usual. You will all be tired after your journey. We'll have you escorted to your rooms and continued this discussion later."

Lexa nodded. The Unsullied stood straight once again their weapons returning to their side. The Dornish soldiers did the same, more slowly, only encourage by a nod from Anya.

"As you wish, Your Grace," Raven declared.

She bowed before turning around. At least she'd been taught that much, Lexa thought. Before they all left, however, Lexa sent a look toward Anya. We need to talk. Anya nodded and walked out the throne room. When the doors were closed behind them Lexa let out a long breath.

"Well, she is... colorful, to say the least." Tyrion declared.

"Yes, that's the word."

"What are you going to do?" Clarke asked.

"First, we're going to speak with Anya. I want to know what the hell is going on."

Lexa didn't bother to knock. Clarke followed her to the room Anya usually occupied in King's Landing, though less and less so in the past few years. Anya was waiting for them, standing by the window, overlooking the ocean. Clarke didn't know whether she should be here, but Lexa had insisted so she came with her. Anya turned around. Both of her weapons were resting on the table across from the bed. Lexa and Clarke were crown-less now, and Lexa had left her cape behind. It didn't feel right to wear them now, especially to come to see an old friend.

"I hope you have a good explanation for this mess." Lexa started.

"She's temperamental, alright, you know well how it can cause problems."

"What in the seven hells, Anya? If you hadn't been standing with her I would have thought she was an idiot pretending to be the new Princess of Dorne."
"It's complicated, okay."

Anya sighed.

"I'm sorry I missed the wedding. I wanted to come, really, but if I had Raven would have come too and I didn't want to spoil your day by bringing our problems. Didn't want to go alone and lie to you, either."

Lexa let her anger deflate slightly.

"Your problem is my problem too, alright?"

Anya nodded, then turned her attention to Clarke, who was still standing near the door.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace."

"You too. And please, just call me Clarke. Lexa said you saved her life a couple of times, so I guess I owe you."

Anya smiled and looked back at Lexa.

"You told her about the feral cat?"

Clarke frowned, amused. Lexa, however, seemed worried, like Anya had not said the right words.

"Feral cat?"

Lexa quickly turned to her and replied:

"It was nothing."

"Oh no, it wasn't. I'll have to tell you later. But first, we really need to talk about Raven."

Lexa agreed.

"We do."

She was about to turn toward Clarke, pull a chair for her to sit, but Clarke declared:

"I'll leave you two, then. I'm sure the twins have been jumping of excitement all morning. I'll go check on them."

"You sure?" Lexa asked with a frown.

Clarke smiled.

"Yes. I'm sure you two have a lot of catching up to do."

She placed a lingering kiss on Lexa's cheek and declared in a hushed voice:

"I'll see you at lunch."

Lexa nodded and Clarke left the room. As soon as the door was closed a big grin appeared on Anya's lips.

"You don't deserve her," she joked.

"You think I don't know that." Lexa glared at her. "I would do anything for her."

"Oh, I saw that."

Lexa crossed her arms.

"She insulted Clarke."

"That was barely an insult, alright? You know what I've heard in Sunspear, the name they give her behind your back? I could tell you a few, some they give you, too. But you can't march over Westeros and kill half of your subjects just because they called your wife 'the dragon's whore'."

Lexa sighed. She knew Anya was right, as usual. She sat down.

"And your Princess, what does she say?"

"She was mostly excited to be at a wedding, she doesn't really care who was getting married."

"Where in the seven hells did you find her?"

"She found me. Like I said, it's a long story. I think she should be the one telling you about it, too."

Lexa placed one hand on the table, her silver ring clinging on the polished wood.

"You really think she can lead Dorne?"

"I admit, she's not very good at making first impressions. I tried to educate her a bit, but she doesn't listen. Reminds me a bit of you sometimes."

Lexa was about to protest but Anya's grin told her she'd said it on purpose.

"She earned the respect of every Dornish Lord standing between her and the title of Princess, mine included. She's smart. I know with some advice she could do something amazing."

"You believe in her."

"I do."

"It takes a lot to make you believe in anything. Not even my mom could convince you to take the title of Princess for yourself."

"It's different. You know it is."

Lexa sighed.

"Fine. We'll arrange a meeting."

"Lunch?" Anya suggested.

"No."

Anya gave her a confused look and Lexa explained:

"We're having lunch with Clarke's parents."

Anya grinned once again.

"Dinner. But make sure she knows how to hold herself by then, please."

"I'll see what I can do."

Lexa sighed, her eyes falling on the dragon bone bow. She'd always dreamed of having a bow like this one, but she'd never dared to make the expenses for it, not even now when no one could stop her from doing it. The realm's money could be invested in far better than a bow made out of bones.

"You should have warned me earlier. That was your job."

"I know, I wanted to."

"I thought you worked for me, for the crown. Don't pretend like you didn't think it would be a problem."

"I swear I wanted to, but Raven wouldn't let me."

Lexa looked at her with confused, angry eyes.

"Oh come on! Unless she had you attached to your bed or something..."

The guilty look on Anya's face told her everything she needed to know, and maybe a bit too much.

"No. Seriously?"

Before Anya could try to explain Lexa held up a hand:

"You know what, I don't want to know. I just hope you know what you're doing with this one."

"Say the girl who just married a bastard girl for love."