"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."

– Dr. Seuss

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Chapter 10 Wedding and possible secret plans

He is waiting on his bride in the water gardens. Where exactly you might ask? In Sunspear, the Martells had ruled the Dorne and Prince Oberyn insist that they can have their wedding in the Water gardens. It was by coincidence or accident.

"Jon," he turned and sees his beloved walking with him on the side. They see Planky Town coming in. They made it!

"We did it," Veryn told him as she smile widely. Jon gave her a side hug and held her there.

The men of Ser Davos put on the plank down and men are coming out to supply or restock business.

"Thank you Ser Davos," Jon is grateful to him. If it wasn't for this man, they wouldn't make it to Dorne.

"No need to thank me," Ser Davos waved it off, "I hope you find what you looking for here."

They begin walking down the plank to the ground. They looked around and couldn't help how different it is from the North. Sylvina eyes wander around and she even blushes beet red that she witness a very 'lovely' couple. Jon laughed freely and tugged her away from such views.

Jon asked many venders if there is such a place to live or settle. Sylvina went and looked around to see if there is something to offer like lighter clothes to wear than their northern clothes.

"Hey pretty lady?" some ironborn catcalling her which Sylvina ignored and continue moving on to the next vendors.

Her arms are grabbed in a tight gripped that make her cringed in pain.

"Hey, I'm talkin' to ya?!"

SLAP!

Sylvina slap him hard! How dare this man talk to her like that! Jon looked around and was worried until he saw he beloved was hit by that ironborn.

He quickly went to her side when she pressed her side face from that hand hurled at her. They both sit on the ground when they shadow cover them. He saw that Iornborn dark tone said, "Time you give me the Salt price." Jon quickly shielded her as that ironborn rose to hit them until SLICKED was sounded.

Jon opened his eyes and saw a Dornishman wearing such fine clothing of a noble man with a spear in his hand.

"Now, now. That is not a proper to treat a lady like that."

Jon doesn't know who he is, but everyone is steer clear themselves from him. He wonders why though?

"This has nothing to do with you! I was talking to this whore and she disrespected me!"

Sylvina shouted, "I'm not a whore you pig!"

Jon held her in his arms to calm her down.

The strange Dornishman block the Ironborns path to them.

"There you see? You can tell that she loved another and you just strike her without a good reason."

The Ironborns just looked at him angrier, "You talk shit and a coward you are. Just like that Princess Elia Martell!"

Many people screamed outrage for insulting their beloved princess that many loved and lost during Robert's rebellion.

The spear impaled the man, Jon saw the fury in the Dornishman eyes and all he can say that he had cross the line.

"That is my beloved sister and I believe you should pay with the ion price for insulting her."

He lift him up to impaled him more and make him gush more blood out of him. Jon held his beloved closer as she shiver in fright that she witness so much blood.

He threw his weight across the vendors where he choked in blood and dies.

The Dorniashman has been cheered by the people and he waved at them. Reaching into his pouch of coins to fix the damage that he caused which they humbly 'thanked' him.

He kneeled down to them and said, "It's all right now. Can you two get up?"

Jon nodded and helps Veryn with the assist of this man lifted up from the ground.

"Thank you ser." Jon told him. He just laughs, "I'm no ser. I am simply a proud spearman."

"What is your name then?" Sylvina asked which he bows, "My name is Oberyn Martell, but you may know me as the Red Viper."

Jon paled at that! Good Gods, they don't have that much luck in Dorne lately.

"Y-You are Prince Oberyn of House Martell." Jon stuttered which he still smile, "Ah I see my reputation precede even the furthest lands."

Jon bowed to which he gestures Sylvina follows the example as her curtsey. Bastard or not, the Martells are royalists still in Dorne.

"Haha, there's no need to bow before me. Everyone knows it's my brother, Doran Martell gets all the formal bows." Prince Oberyn rolls his eyes in annoyance.

Sylvina looked dizzy for a moment. She collapses a bit. He quickly went to her side to pause her dropping down to the ground.

"Whoa!" Oberyn astounds sound cam, "Let's take your lady to my place."

"But," Jon was cut off by him, "It's the least I can do."

They road onto the sand horse and travel through the desert, yet it amazes Jon that these horse can endure long-distance from one place into another.

Jon gapped at the scene of his eyes. Sunspear palace, it looks grander and beautiful to see. Sylvina mumbled drowsily as he held her tight.

"Maester Caleotte!"

Prince Oberyn shouted, "Someone send in Maester Caleotte!"

Many servants came and Jon wished to follow them, but Oberyn paused and smile gently at him, "Don't' worry, she is in the best care."

Jon snap his thought when he saw his bride coming in a in her ice blue dress made for the heat. Her hair is Spring Flower Braid Half-Up Half-Down. She is the most beautiful creature that he is happy to marry.

"Dearly beloved we are gathered here to join this man and this woman…." Jon didn't hear him as he sneak to look at his bride to be.

"WHAT!?"

Maester shrinks back in fright when he heard all the people in shock. Jon and Sylvina gaped at the notion. Prince Oberyn smiled beaming with pride while other members in Martells were surprises, snickers, but all in all they are all happy.

"I-um say that again, please?' Jon squeaked in nervous.

Maester Caleotte huffed in frustration, "You are pregnant. Which explains why you have very *cough off cravings lately and it seems that you are two months already."

Sylvina gently pressed her stomach and whispers, "A baby."

Jon gaped until she shakes him a bit to awake him.

"Jon," Sylvina looked at him in fear and worries about it.

"Are you-?ECK!" Jon lifts her up and shouted, "I'M GONNA BE A FATHER!"

Jon spins her around.

Jon leaned in and whispers; "Now we can finally not wait to be married." Jon kissed her and she happily gives it.

He let out his name Snow while Sylvina did not revealed the name stark and told them that everyone in the North have been named Jon a lot. It seems that they buy it. He hopes.

Jon returned and now they are being married where the tree is for their Old Gods and a Septon to wed them.

Jon and Sylvina recite their vows, "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger..." Jon says "I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days,"

While Sylvina says "I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days."

They kiss. Many members of the House Martells including servants and guards are clapping.

Jon smiled at his Veryn that is now called Sylvina Snow.

They have a lovely wedding feast. It was rather small, but Jon like because it was quick and unexpected. At least, Prince Oberyn insisted that they married immediately.

He has been noticing that Prince Doran Martell looks at him oddly like he seen him before, but that is impossible! Jon never met him in his life!

Princess Arianne Martell is surprising beautiful in a seductive way. She has been talking to his wife and often complains that she wants to marry soon before she is an old maid! Prince Trystane Martell is a shy, but gentler man.

He evens his fellow bastards the Sand snakes.

All bastard daughters of Oberyn Martell and his paramour, Ellaria Sand who is a bastard daughter to daughter of Harmen Uller, Lord of Hellholt.

Night is set about them. Everyone went and retired in their rooms as Jon and Sylvina rest in their room until they leave to settle their own home.

Jon is moving his hips onto hers. His forehead is press to hers gently as they worked out the sweat rain in their body.

"I love you, Jon." Hearing his wife whisper like that always sets his heart soar.

"And I love you, Sylvina."

Let him have this. It was worth the wait.

Doran Martell

In Dorne at night was a perfect night or so he would say. Prince Doran Nymeros Martell was stargazing and enjoying his quite evening on his wheelchair.

By his side is Captain Areo Hotah, standing by being alerted to defend the prince. He was watching the stars that are shinning tonight. Taking in his breathe to enjoy the cool winds and the salt of the sand that can easily be traced. Footsteps come walking and halt it as that person bend his knee before the prince.

"Well?" Doran asked.

"It is done." The strange messenger came and given his bodyguard to give to the prince.

Doran unrolled the scroll as he read thoroughly with unknown expression. His eyes widen a bit at the news and given the messenger his payment.

"My prince," Aero Hotah asked which he answered, "Looks like Lannister's beast is loose in Riverlands. The north is helping them fighting against the Mountain."

"What should we do my prince?"

Doran sighs and answered, "Nothing. However, who would have thought that we have Eddard Stark bastard son and his trueborn daughter in our house."

Areo Hotah nearly dropped his axe, but grasped it before it falls to the ground.

"How…but…they said she was…kidnapped…Are you saying that?" Aero stuttered. Doran raised his hand to silence him.

"Peace, Aero. I suppose he is like his uncle Brandon Stark with wolves' blood and his wife is like Lyanna Stark. I couldn't help, but feel that they have been reborn again."

Aero Hotah looked at him confused.

He debriefed him correctly.

"Jon Snow may not the son of Eddard Stark. He could be the child of Lyanna Stark."

Doran couldn't believe, but when he saw Jon Snow. He looks almost like his father's features, but with Stark's dark coloring. He can't be sure. There is a small chance that Rhaegar had impregnated Lyanna.

"I guess history repeats itself again. Now this changes everything. I need to look into the last person to confirm it. We need to confirm our suspicious once their child is born. Find this wet-nurse, called Wylla."

"Yes, my prince." Aero Hotah bowed and went to deliver the message to the guards.

Doran nervously rubbed his hands and keeping calm to his breathing habit.

He needs to keep clam and focus. This could be his last chance to get revenge for his sister and her children's death. Doran can almost feel it. The world is changing; he can feel it in his bones.

Lannister.

Baratheon.

And The Mountain.

They will all pay for what they had done.

It's now or never.

Phew how you like that! Jon Snow is married and is going to be a father soon. Next chapter, Doran is slowly figuring out and the outcome of the North and Riverlands against the Westland's. Now reviews and comments are appreciated.