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Lost and Found

Chapter 1

The first time she saw Sunspear, she felt lost. Was this monstrosity of a castle where she was supposed to live from now on? How had this so called city managed to resist the Targaryens for two hundred years? It was a little more than a bunch of hovels!

And the people! The style! Daeron kept a court of maesters and learned men, albeit an illustrious one. But Daenerys still remembered her father's days when women had been quite bold and provocative in their attire. Still, even Aegon's most daring mistresses had not dared dress the way Dornish ladies did. They were clad in… see-through, practically! And no one saw anything shocking about this. In fact, more than once they had suggested that she changed her attire! Ha! As if! Sure, their outfits seemed more suited for the weather here but Daenerys held morals dearer than comfort.

Dornish women flirted outrageously and once, Daenerys even saw a lady pick up one of the lords, inviting him to dance. Later, she noticed them sneaking out of the hall together. She looked at her husband, expecting him to do something. Well, he did: he smiled benignly. It turned out the lord was one of his oldest friends. The lady, though… suffice it to say that to Daenerys, she was no lady at all. Indeed, there might be no ladies here at all… How had Daeron ever thought of subjecting her to this! To him.

Not that Prince Maron Martell did anything as to embarrass her. Far from that. He did everything he could to make her feel welcome and appreciated. But she didn't. She never would. This was not her place. This was not home. Home was King's Landing, with its impressive buildings and ways she was accustomed to, with nice breeze and food she could actually eat. Home was Daemon… but he wasn't anymore, was he? He was dead. Dead! Dead because of his love for her. Dead because he had claimed a crown that was not his. Daenerys had never wanted to be Daemon's queen but oh! how had she desired to be his wife. A longing that she had held for years. A dream that had not come to pass.

She had trouble understanding half of what she was being told. Thanks to the Seven that Queen Myriah had not lost her Dornish accent completely! The fact that she had listened to a Dornishwoman speaking since she was a child now helped her immensely… although the last thing she wanted to hear was the gossip about Maron's late mistress – his great love, apparently – and how after her death, the Prince's household had all but fallen apart and the new Princess was obviously expected to restore order… These women seemed to have no idea that it was highly inappropriate to speak about the Prince's 'companion', as they called her, in front of her. Let alone the fact that Maron obviously had no intent of sending his bastard son Alor Sand to be fostered somewhere away. At least he had enough decency to not parade the boy in front of her.

No, she could never get used to their ways.

Myriah had always told her that Dornish valued women's opinion as much as men's but Daenerys had no opinion to offer. She felt so useless here, stuck in a world whose rules she did not either know or approve. It was nothing like she had imagined her marriage to be. Starting with her husband. She still wept for Daemon at night. It was a good thing Maron never stayed with her in her bedchamber. He always left her alone after… well, after. And she was grateful for that.

She could hardly wait for a decent period of time to pass after her wedding, so she could go back to King's Landing to visit.