Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Draco liked Dorne.
And Dorne liked him back.
At least as long as he wore a glamour of an inconspicuous red-read and didn’t mention his relation to Rhaegar Targaryen.
But if he did?
Well…
His life would have definitely been very short and very painful.
Because not only had the famed ‘Silver Prince’ embarrassed Dorne’s beloved princess, not just very publically and scandalously taken a mistress. No, that wasn’t enough. Not for Rhaegar. He then had the audacity to ‘marry’ his Northern whore and endanger his legitimate son’s birthright. But even that was insufficient for the Crowned Prince. So when the Targaryens fell, not a single person in Dorne shed a single tear for them. Because the Dragons got what they deserved. For the humiliation brought to Elia. For the deaths of so many Dornish men in that foolish rebellion brought about by the actions of a lustful idiot.
But what the entire Kingdom did cry about? About their beloved Princess that died a death no woman should ever have to experience. About, although officially belonging to another house, but still their little Prince and Princess. About Aegon and Rhaenys. The little Dornish dragons that had never got to be.
And so every single man and woman of Dorne that currently smiles and greets him with flirty pick-up lines would tear him apart with their bare hands should it come out that not only has Dorne lost the last round of the Game and been publicly humiliated, but the union that brought them so much hardship bore fruit. And the product feels comfortable enough to dare feel at home in Dornish territory. Just like his father. Who had even had the audacity to marry his Northern bitch in his own wife’s home Kingdom.
If not for that (and many other reasons) Draco may have been inclined to stay in Dorne. Because out of all the Seven Kingdoms it is the only one that feels like it could become a home. But such delusions were dangerous.
He isn’t suicidal. He has no desire to experience the ‘love’ for Rhaegar and Lyanna held by the Dornish. No thanks.
Essos, adventure and his own baby dragon await.
Although he did take his time to tour all the Kingdoms of Westeros. Except the Iron Islands (for obvious reasons) that is.
And he couldn’t say he liked any of them.
The North?
Snowy, windy, cold… and most importantly enemy territory. Unless he joined the Night Watch.
The Riverlands?
The people there reminded him so much of Catelyn Stark nee Tully that he could feel his eye twitch during his entire stay there. And truth to be told, he was never a fan of fish in the first place.
The Vale?
It was colder than even the North in his honest opinion. But then again, mountains were meant to be. And perhaps he would have even been mystified by the magical views had he been travelling by dragon-back, but he wasn’t and his first impression was ruined by almost freezing his butt off.
The Westerlands?
Enemy territory. So No. Just No.
The Reach?
Beautiful gardens but too many Septs and coincidentally Septons for his tastes. He could almost smell the religious fanatics searching for witches to burn. No thanks.
The Stormlands?
He isn’t suicidal.
And the Crownlands honestly stink.
And finally, his destination, sunny Dorne. Lovely and wonderful, if a bit too hot. He would have even loved to live here in another life when he wasn’t the son of the Prince that metaphorically slapped Dorne across the face. But alas, some things are just not to be. But then again, the purpose of his trip to Sunspear was only a short transit before travelling to Lys.
Soon enough, he will finally reach Essos.
Soon enough, he will be free…