The Dornish Camp

[Marie]

Camp of the Martells and their followers.

[Marie]

Rhaenys arrives and tells the guards that she desires an immediate audience with Prince Horas and his daughter Aurora.

[The Smith]

Julien Sand looks at the Queen and bows deeply. "Prince Horas sleeps, and Aurora rode out with a pretty Northman an hour ago. It usually takes her three hours to take a man for a ride." His lips quirked.

[Marie]

It was on the tip of her tongue to reprimand the man for insolence but she chose not to. There was no sense in antagonising her allies.

"I see. How is Prince Horas? Is he feeling better or still bedridden?"

[The Smith]

"Bedridden." Julien replied sadly, shaking his head, "His illness brings tears to us all."

[Marie]

"I am sorry," Rhaenys answered, sounding sympathetic as she would for anyone who was confined to bed. "Will he ever recover?"

[The Smith]

Julien shrugged, "Your Maesters always seem surprised that he is alive now."

[Marie]

Rhaenys sighed.

"Poor man. I fear I cannot sit around here waiting either for the prince to wake up or for the princess to return. I will return to my own camp. Send me word when the prince is awake and the princess is back. I must speak with them both together."

[The Smith]

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Word is sent to the Queen that Horas has awoken and can speak with her now.

[Marie]

With several guards in tow, as well as Obara and Albar, Rhaenys headed to the Dornish camp. She hoped to find Aurora present, as well as her father.

[The Smith]

She is let in to Horas tent, where he lies alone beside his serving girls. One is helping him drink from an onxy goblet.

[Marie]

She leaned over him, worried and wishing she'd brought one of the maester's with her.

"Prince Horas," she said softly. "I am pleased you're well enough to see me. Where are your kin? I'm surprised they're not here beside you when you are unwell."

[The Smith]

"My daughter grows restless and wanted to ride away for a day or two." Horas frowned, "I think seeing me like this destroys her. She thinks of me as strong enough to bend the world to my will."

[Marie]

It was impossible for Rhaenys to see Horas in the way his daughter did.

"That's a pity," she said. "I specifically wanted to speak to her since she's your heir. I am sorry to trouble you like this, Prince Horas, but it has not escaped my noticed that House Martell has not yet sworn to serve me and I must have your fealty."

[The Smith]

Horas looked at her and raised an eyebrow, "I swore to your mother." He smiled slightly, "You are new to our land, but it is not customary for liegemen to re-swear their oaths just because their banner lord died. My oath transferred from your mother to you with the rest of her inheritance."