--Trystane Martell--

penned by Renny

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“ U N B O W E D,            U N B E N T,                    U N B R O K E N. 

                                           A promise to our enemies. A challenge to our lovers.”

independent & selective T R Y S T A N E  M A R T E L L.                                              ( penned by Renny ) .

graphics by my lovely @motherofwolvcs <3 

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“ Is this your first time in Dorne? ” Trystane asks with a half smile and a slight chuckle in his exhale. “ You’ll get heat stroke if you stay in all those layers for much longer. And trust me, it’s not a pleasant experience. ”

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theeldestsun:

                              “ I will write to her,” A lie, spoken as easily as taking a breath. The Old Prince knew that Arianne was making her way towards Storms End, which meant that the raven must be sent to the maester there; which meant that it will be read by those who may use Quentyn’s death to their advantage. Worse, they may start asking questions surrounding his death, and what-ever story that was spun would quickly draw suspicion, no matter how mundane they may be. No, the Prince cannot trust in a raven to bear the death of his son to his daughter. Nor can he trust that a knight sent bearing such news will have much luck travelling through the Stormlands quickly enough. He trusted ships less, as storms raged without mercy along the straits.  

                              No, Arianne will not find news of her brother’s death until she returns to Dorne. He only hoped that she will only do as she was told – and not act brashly. Without Quentyn, their position became more precarious; for the Yronwoods would not take kindly to Quentyn’s death atop the death of Cletus. To complicate matters further, the Prince now had to reconsider his alliance to the Dragon Queen. It is true then that the stories of dragons were true, but this Queen had used her beasts to kill his son. But without her dragons … No, to be on the wrong side of those dragons … 

                              ( Fires upon pools of playing children. ) 

                              His hand had found the top of his son’s head, “ Sit with me. We … have much to discuss,” Upon seeing Trystane’s eyes, the Prince knew what he had just robbed from the boy. Trys was a child raised gently, without hardship nor pain, without any responsibilities. He was a child free to play and laugh and run and love. And now he must tear himself from the dreams and his innocence. Unbidden, for the thousandth time, he recalled how Mellario would warn; how she would scream that he would be the cause of their children’s deaths.

                              ( Gods, what have I done? )

                              “ Call for some water, son, please,”

When it came, Trystane almost jumped at the feel of his father's hand on his head, flattening those soft curls that he and Quentyn had shared. He closed his eyes briefly. He didn't want to discuss matters of state, or even matters of their family. He wanted to simply sit, to share wordless grief without action, as though the rest of the world might respect father and son's suspended animation and leave them for as long as they wanted. 

 Another question came to mind, unbidden. Would his mother ever know? Across the sea in Norvos, the woman he barely knew, who had left, he had heard once, in a whisper, over the death of another child. It would be foolish of him to think that a second death would reverse the consequences of the first. He dared not mention Mellario to Doran at this time. He had never confronted his father about the death of that baby, so long ago, and he doubted he ever would. 

But Trystane was a dutiful son, and he had never disobeyed his father, not when it was important. So he stayed, licking dry lips and following his father's direction. A servant slipped away quietly, to fetch some water, and they waited again. 

" Who knows? " He asked next. His voice was shaky, but he tried to present it as his responsible voice, the voice of someone who was capable of stepping up when it was required of him, as it was now required of Trystane. He asked not to simply know, but to begin to think on how the news would affect the family's allies and enemies.

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amaidasfairassummer:

“And you must be Prince Trystane. It’s a pleasure to be here. it’s so deliciously warm!” In many ways, it was like being back in the Free Cities again- Joanna had always enjoyed the weather there far more than that in Westeros.

She gave a wide smile- she had missed her cousin dearly. “Oh, I can’t wait to see her! I have received a lot of long letters from Myrcella telling me all about you, and Dorne…” 

His grin expanded to match the young blonde's. She and Myrcella looked quite a bit alike, like they could almost be sisters themselves. " Oh, yes, I have been told how cold is can get in Westeros ," he replied politely. The boy blushed slightly at the mention of whatever letters his beloved might have sent, and the things she might have said about him to her cousin. " All good, I hope? "

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wineinthewidow:

       When word had come to Cersei that her daughter she had been overjoyed. Wine abandoned with the quickened order for Ser Gregor to meet her at the pier where Jaime would be making his land. A smile pulled up at her lips as her skirt had been gathered in her hand and a quickened pace had quickly shifted into a run after a short giggle. For such a light to come in such a darkened time Cersei could have skipped there; could have run as fast as she could the way she would race Jaime as child. Myrcella was here. Oh the Seven above it had been so long..

       And it is there she waited eagerly, another excited chortle had her going down the steps onto the wood to wait. To hope after so long, what a blissful eve! Before long she quickly had her daughter collected in her arms with kisses laid at her head complimented by exclamations of Cersei’s own, and the examination of an old wound. By the Mother’s good grace- she had gotten so tall! All was seemed well, Myrcella was home, and for a short blissful moment Cersei saw that things could be right in the world.

       Until Trystane Martell made his presence known.

       Cersei had recalled meeting Jaime’s eye who’s ire had been reflected in her own. And now with the King, her youngest boy, away with his sister Cersei finds their official introductions taking place properly. Fingers enclose around the hilt of the throne, remembering how Tywin Lannister sat not so long before looking down in vigilance. Yes, she must be the one to look down in vigilance now, as he did. It is my smile they muse fear now.  And it is with the young Prince’s declaration of greeting that her brow lifted. You are suppose to be dead. She muses with a purse of her lips before she releases a chuckle. “It seems that the Sea had stolen your courtesies from you, Young Prince, while your ways are different it is often customary to refer to my stature as Your Grace.” Now she allows that smile to sharpen. “Yet the honor is mine own, and soon I expect that your Father is soon to arrive to take his seat in the Council?”

Trystane watched the reunion between mother and daughter with a courteous smile, trying not to think on his own mother, and how he had never known her embrace, or if he had it had been so long ago and he had been so young that he would not have remembered it. A wonder he did not harbor any spite toward Mellario- but as he watched Cersei envelope Myrcella in her embrace, he could not help but feel a twinge of melancholic jealousy. 

 His moment to observe was over too soon, as the Queen's eyes fell upon him with a veiled coldness and apprehension that cut him almost like a real knife. He had not expected his introduction to be easy, but he had not expected to feel the chill from her smile, and the acute awareness that he did not belong here, in King's Landing. 

" Apologies, " he murmured, cursing himself for this oversight. He had prepared for this, been groomed for this. All of the Martell children had been taught and tutored in a state of caution, so that they would not bring any shame upon their house when they met with others in similar or higher stations than theirs. At the mention of his father, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. In truth, he did not know what Doran's plans were- he knew, perhaps, what the Prince wanted the rest of the world to think, but he had not trusted his son with a true plan. Did he have any intention of coming to King's Landing? Trystane could not say. He answered the queen the best he could. 

" My father's timing is his own, your Grace. I have been much more focused on your daughter and our engagement. " He hoped that that might please her.

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apriiicate:

eyes look to his younger brother,  a boy he does not truly know,  and paints a smile on his face when his name is spoken.  he feels the sun beating down on his shoulders,  fingers running over the pages of the book he goes over.  he feels distant from everything here,  considering a place that was his home as an outsider once more.  ❝  TRYSTANE.  i believed you were out with the friends i saw you with earlier. ❞

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There's a guarded sense of familiarity that Trystane holds with his older brother, a person he knows more intimately through stories he's been told than any real life encounters. He had indeed been out in the sand with some companions, but had come running when he heard that his brother had made an appearance. " I came when I heard you were here, Quentyn, " the younger brother replies, wishing for an embrace, but holding back to gauge the state of their relationship. " After all, they are always around. You are not. "

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ofviscrys:

he didn’t remember much about dorne, but he knew that the martells were supporters of the targaryen’s claim to the throne. however, he didn’t know how they stood on him now, since rumours had travelled the seven kingdoms about him and his sister. “myrcella baratheon will make a beautiful wife for you, and whilst i do not like the lannisters, a daughter or son should not be punished for their parents sins, i know that as much as anyone. tell me, do the baratheons and lannisters still speak of having our heads, because they will not take well to me being here with their daughter, if they are.” he warned, not wanting to cause trouble in the martells plans. he was out for himself, that was for sure, but he would also always look out for his allies.

Trystane was always quick to defend his future wife, but he did not think that Viserys was actively insulting Myrcella. He was just wary, and understandably so. Here stood one of the very last Targaryens, the last of a family that had been unnecessarily slaughtered for the crown, including his aunt and his cousins. The destinies of their two families were connected, twisted together through that unfortunate slaughter. " Some, " Trystane admitted. " But soon there will be none. My family has waited for years for an opportunity to restore yours. Westeros is changing, hopefully for the better. "

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thestormlioness:

“Yes, Myrcella will return to King’s Landing with me.”, Relena declared, her voice firm, eyes focused on the young princes’ face. “But your engagement will remain intact.”, she added after a short moment. She didn’t like the idea of Myrcella might having to return to Dorne, once a day for their wedding was picked, but they needed this alliance, a way to keep the Martells in line. 

Slowly one of the queen’s dark eyebrows rose slight. She would have liked to punish the princess of Dorne for what she had done and what had happened to the princess of Westeros, but relations between their houses were already bad enough and an act of mercy might be able to push things into the right direction. “I trust your father will be able to take care of your sister.”

Trystane was surprised at the compromise that the queen had laid out. He had been despairing, wondering if his sister had cost him his marriage before it had even begun, but thankfully, all was not lost. " Thank you, your Grace, " he breathed. " Will you allow me to see the princess once more before she leaves for King's Landing? Whatever you may believe about our alliance, I truly care for her. " He should have felt embarrassed to admit this to his love's sister, but he did not. If anything, his love for Myrcella felt stronger now that it was being tested. 

He let out a small sigh of relief at her decision about Arianne. " He will take care of her, I assure you. She acted without his permission and she will bear his consequences. My father may be a quiet man, but he is not to be crossed. " He meant it as a reassurance- not a threat.

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northernprxnce:

Pulling Trystane along through the halls, Pytre’s eyes search rapidly listening for the invaders foot steps. “Other assassins, people hired to kill you and your family. Traitors of Dorne.” Pytre replies pushing Trystane behind him as they are approached by a man with a sword. 

Pytre blocks the swing of the others weapon, the sound of metal against metal breaks through the air as sword clashes against sword over and over until finally Pytre slays the intruder with one final stab. Grabbing Trystane by the wrist he pulls him along again making his way through the halls. 

“That window there”, Pytre points ahead, “Jump I promise you’ll be fine. There’s a barrel of hay that will break your fall. After you land hurry to the stables grab the first horse you find and take off toward the docks, I will meet you there.” Pytre orders.

Traitors of Dorne. Such a terrible thing had never occurred to Trystane! Who would wish to bring harm to him and his family? But he knew that he was naive to wonder. His uncle, his sister, and even his father had lived long and through enough to have made enemies. Who, then? The Yronwoods? The Northmen? The Queen? He didn't have much time to question it, aloud or in his head. 

Trystane's eyes widened as Pytre ran the assassin through, and the man- no, the corpse- fell to the hall floor, blood spreading rapidly. He still cannot find it in himself to question any directions, which may be the thing that keeps him alive. 

" A-alright, " he stammers as he is shoved toward the window. It isn't until he jumps that he thinks of anyone other than himself, and though the hay that breaks his fall is prickly, he barely feels it for fear of the safety of his father. He hesitated at the stables, taking a horse but finding himself unable to leave, unable to make for the docks. He can't leave without knowing if his father is safe.

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qveenmaking:

he is in love,  and it shows through on his face.  perhaps she would feel nauseated if it were not so necessary for everything she holds in her plans.  ARIANNE needs her brother to fall in love with a lion girl,  and she will not lament when everything falls into place.  she is determined,  of course,  and her single-mind does not falter.  ❝  from what i hear,   anything would be better than such a place. ❞   she wouldn’t know,   she’s never been there.  she’s only heard passing tales from those who return.    ❝  it seems you have been lucky in your betrothal. ❞     it’s jealousy that clouds her tone,  though she wishes she might mask it.  the time should have come and gone when she would have the same.

Trystane feels the barb in Arianne's words, though he is unsure if she meant for it to be there or not. " I thought you did not wish to be engaged? " He asked, raising an eyebrow. He is freer than she is, without the weight of becoming his father's heir, as most of the other houses liked to do. Arianne was not dismissed for the position because she was a woman, and Trystane did not resent her for it in the slightest. " You may be lucky yet, sister. Whether it is in a betrothal or something more. "

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OOC: hi buddies, I have a quick activity notice for y’all. Weekends are my prime reply times, but this weekend I am going home to see my BEST FRIEND who moved away when she got married like six years ago and I haven’t seen her in person since, so I am literally so hype. Since I’m spending the whole weekend with her I won’t be online much the next three days. However, I will be on a bus for a total of 8 hours, and I’m going to bring my iPad and work on my drafts. I hate posting mobile replies, so I’m going to hoard my drafts and then post them when I get back on Sunday night and I can cut them and add gifs. 

Ned: 34 drafts (some of which are those cute memory asks that you guys sent in- I haven;t forgotten them!!)

Trystane: 9 drafts

Lenore: 6 drafts

Now I just set my alarm for 4 AM (@_@) and I’m gonna go sleep. xoxo <3

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ofviscrys:

@youngestsun / i lost the original sc. 

“trystane martell,” viserys grinned, “it has been too long since i saw you, i think you were a baby and i was barely a child.” it seemed that dorne wasn’t completely supportive of the targaryen’s after elia’s death, of course blaming aerys for it as well as the baratheons. but now, it was many years on and the dragons and the sand snakes had been reunited. “tell me, are you still betrothed to the lannister girl, or is she dead yet? cersei doesn’t have the best of luck with her children, it seems.”

Trystane knew that, had he Viserys not been forced across the sea, they would have grown up together, as playmates and friends. He had asked his father about the Targaryens, and had tried to fantasize about the friendships he might have had with them. In his mind he had built Viserys up to be a companion, but this was almost like the first time they were meeting, and Trystane wasn’t so sure of how his vision would compare to the real Viserys. 

“ Our engagement still stands, ” Trystane replied. “ I am nearly certain that her mother does not wish for it to be so, but she has no other choice. ”

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qveenmaking:

she scarce knows her brother.  it is,  of course,  not his fault that she is so angry at quentyn and their father,  but she cannot help but wonder if even trystane would be placed above her should it come to that.  he has always been too young to be of a true interest,  another rival that she might have to face.  here at sunspear,  she can at least watch as he plays games with the little baratheon princess and learn to predict how his own mind might work.  she does not resent him yet.  indeed,  she does resent his happiness when she had not been awarded her own,  but he is not truly to blame for her sorrows.  ❝ your little princess fares well here. ❞  her own tone is sickly sweet;  too kind,  too kind for a girl who adorns her body with snakes and plots to overthrow a crown.

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Trystane is unaware of his sister’s presence until he hears her voice behind him. He’s observing Myrcella, but it seems that he has been being observed himself. There has always been a certain distance between the two of them- both in age and relationship. It might have been better had Quentyn been there to bond them, but his absence seemed to hold them apart. 

“ She does, ” Trystane answers cautiously. “ I can only hope to make her happier here than she was in King’s landing. ”

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cleverprettymargaery:

“It’s not rude at all. Awkward perhaps, but not rude.”

Margaery had come to Dorne with Tommen for the wedding. The younger was still precious to her-but he was a child when they wed. No matter how much time passed and what a man he became, he would always be the curly haired boy she adored.

Besides, while the older generations of House Tyrell and Martell held the grudges, the younger understood Willas’s injury was a tragic accident. Willas held Oberyn as a friend.

“I have love for each of my husbands, one way or other,” Margaery considered, “Renly was optimistic, unafraid to present bold new ideas. He wouldn’t let tradition define him. Joffrey gave me new appreciation for things in life and unique perspective. Tommen I’m getting to watch grow and learn, and is a sweet boy I will always adore.”

Margaery smiled softly at the Dornish Prince.

“However, I don’t wish you kin to my marriages. I wish you a marriage closer to my parents. You don’t wind up with four children of different ages because you’re not crazy about each other.”

Trystane’s brow knitted together as Margaery spoke. She was a sweet girl, but one who had had a terrible amount of misfortune. Three marriages . . . Trystane couldn’t imagine trying to connect emotionally to person after person. He already felt that he loved Myrcella so much that he didn’t know how he would move on if anything tore them apart. 

“ I am glad that you have such optimism, my lady, ” Trystane murmured. But he paused when she spoke again. A small smile graced his Dornish features. “ Thank you. I certainly hope that this marriage will be a good one. And I wish you luck in this marriage as well. His grace does seem like a much better candidate than your previous ones. ”

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vezostala:

If she would have to choose between her cousins and her brothers, the answer was obvious to everybody who ever had the chance to mee Arianne Martell. Maybe she had it easier to find a common ground with Trystane than she ever had with Quentyn, but it was still somewhat awkward for her to interact with her youngest brother. Now where Quentyn was gone for good, she, however, tried her best to make up for all the years she had missed. Trystane seemed more heartbroken about their brothers death than she was, it was obvious but some part of her still left this stinging sensation in her heart whenever she thought about him. ‘  You may never show your weakness to your guard’s little prince if you have to cry, do it alone. Don’t ever show anybody.  `  Her voice was stiff, harsh even to some degree but at least she tried, wasn’t that the good deed she needed?  ‘  You are my heir now, the future prince to Dorne, it is hard but you must grow into that role fast.  ` 

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Trystane now knew how Oberyn and Doran must have felt after the death of their sister, as Trystane was now part of a trio of siblings who had suddenly become two. he had not seen his brother in so much time, but that did more to worsen the blow of Quentyn’s death, not lessen it. Arianne seemed to have the opposite effect. 

The two siblings stood together, and seeing her stoic face made Trystane feel awkward in his sorrow. As hard as it was, he listened to Arianne’s words and tried to stay focused on her. He nodded as she spoke- he was indeed her heir. If anything happened to her, he was next in line. It was not a responsibility he truly ever thought he would have to take upon himself. “ Do you not miss Quentyn at all? ” Trystane asked, the words slipping out, unbidden. He could not fathom how his sister could be all business, when they had not even spoken a word to address their grief. “ You knew him more, knew him better, than I . . . “ He did not know what else to say to her. 

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daariazaldrizoti:

Daenerys feels pleased at first, not many bent the knee so easily to her. Even though she had n e v e r believed Viserys’ tales of people secretly praying for the Targaryens to return and yet deep inside she felt h u r t to be r e j e c t e d by so many so d e t e r  m i n e d. She notices his trembling and her stance softens. “You need not fear me, Prince, I am not the MONSTER they try to paint me as. I know House Martell remained loyal to my family and I think to reward this loyalty, for it is so rare.”

Trystane lifts his head slightly to study the dragon princess’ face. “ Forgive me, your grace, it’s hard to dispel fear with the danger of dragons present in my mind, ” he said. “ But I thank you for this audience. As you know, I come in my father’s place. My sister would wish to treat with you, I’m sure, but my father has seen fit to keep her in Dorne for the time being. ” A nice way to say that Arianne has been shut up in a tower for her failed plan to put Myrcella on the Iron Throne.