Chapter 84:

Chapter 84:

Author note: Here ya go people, early this time hehe

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My trip to Westeros was pretty much uneventful, with some minor problems, but most of them were Neltharion fighting animals, because of his so called training.

The North was just as I remembered, cold and oddly welcoming, I kinda miss the non complicated days where all I had to worry about was my house.

"Here we are" Oberyn muttered, "I don't know how you northerners survive in here. so cold."

"I suppose some northerners would say the same about Dorne," I chuckled.

"Fair enough," Oberyn nodded.

We continued chatting about random stuff as we approached Bear island, from afar I could see my great aunt waiting for me with my men and the remaining bears on the island.

It took my ship around twenty minutes to get to the coast, where I jumped out of the ship landing in front of my aunt with a big smile.

"Hello there," I smiled.

"You'll be the death of me," Maege sighed with a chuckle.

"Doubt it," I gave her a look that said, your two daughters are maybe worse than me, going to another continent and stuff.

"Well, every Mormont woman is crazy one way or another," Maege laughed.

"I mmmmm" I hummed, pretending I was deep in thought before nodding, "I can testify to that,"

"So what can we do for your highness," Maege said as she knelt, no sign of hesitation, no anger at me for going for the crown, nothing, I actually expected her to be a tad more volatile this reunin.

"Well, for now any news?" I inquired.

"The Starks pledge themselves to you, and offer a betrothal between Dacey and Robb," Maege informed me, which in turn immediately made me laugh, to the point of gasping for air, I knew they wanted to marry Robb to Dacey, not that I would accept but if Dacey accepted this proposal.... I can already tell who will be the lady on that equation.

"I'm sorry," I finally managed to say, after composing myself a bit, "But every time I imagine them together I. it makes me laugh,"

And now he was going to die because of it, nonsense, how utterly stupid the system of the wall is, I can understand criminals being forced to stay and never fuck but volunteers should follow different rules, Jon is an idiot, not going to sugar coat that, but, he is a good idiot. One that happens to fill or fit a position I had in mind.

With his total lack of ambition the job was made for him, Jon Targaryen, Lord of House Targaryen, he would be the perfect lord, being that he would be the only one not trying to stab me for power.

"Alright," I nodded, deciding I would help the stupid wolf out of this situation, so with a smile I ran out of my room, to Oberyn's.

"Oh for the love of Dorne you need a bell," Oberyn chuckled, pointing out I had startled him, "What can I do for you, my king?"

"Well, how do you feel about going to hunt a missing crow?" I smiled.

"Mmm you aren't giving me much information, but yeah sure I'm in," Oberyn smirked, "but if you wanted time alone, we don't need excuses,"

I slowly raised an eyebrow as I said, "You are barking at the wrong tree pal, I don't swing that way,"

Oberyn smiled, "You can't judge a man for trying, now can you?"

"I can, and I am," I wasn't really sure if he was confident on his sex appeal or was delirious.

"Just don't tell the Queen," Oberyn muttered, "I would make a terrible unsullied,"

"Yeah, I kinda want to now," I smirked at him, wondering what the hell did my beautiful wife tell him, for him to lose his cool demeanor for a second.

"Oh well, on the bright side, I already have a bunch of kids, so I suppose it already served its purpose," Oberys laughed.

I have to admit, Oberyn is an interesting guy, that even on the sight of losing his best friend, he keeps on smiling and joking and messing around, I wonder if everyone in Dorne is like him.

"Nothing against your preferences, but don't hit on me again, got it?" I informed him.

"Duly noted, but it was mostly a joke to be honest," Oberyn chuckled.

"How so?" I inquired.

"Since the day we had our little duel," Oberyn sighed, "I was made aware of the vast difference between our skills, and I don't like that, I like to be the one leading, if you catch my drift, but I was curious to see how you would react to me hitting on you, frankly better than your wife, she can be quite territorial,"

"Oh, I see," I nodded as I pushed him against wall, holding his body by neck above the ground with my hand, "If you hit on my wife again, let's just say your brother will be able to kick your ass from that wheelchair of his, understand,"

"Scratch my last statement," Oberyn coughed gasping for air, "You two are territorial,"

"Then don't mess with us," I growled.

"Roger that," Oberyn nodded, his eyes turning a bit red before I dropped him, "Wow, well, good to know your triggers before I trigger them, anyway what was that about us hunting a crow,"