#allyria

HOUSE DAYNE OF STARFALL is a noble house from Starfall in Dorne. They are among the principal houses sworn to House Martell. The Sword of the Morning is a title given to a Dayne knight who is considered worthy of wielding the greatsword Dawn, a blade said to be created from the heart of falling star. Their blazon is a white sword and a falling star, crossing on a lavender background. A cadet branch of the family are the Daynes of High Hermitage.

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The evening sun was almost kissing the horizon over the dunes in the distance as the Dornish princess leaned over the ledge of the tall window in the tower overlooking the Water Gardens. Myrcella’s golden hair glistened in the light of the golden hour and she smiled sweetly at something her brother seemed to be saying. They were both so green to the ways of the world, so innocent. Arianne recalled a time when she would have been able to relate to that, though it seemed far away now, like something from another life.

Innocence never persists for long, Arianne knew that well enough, and even as her mind spun the wheels of her plot, she felt for two unsuspecting children, still grasping innocence with their sweetly whispered words and shy smiles. These thoughts made her contemplate more, wondering when it had been she parted with her own. The handsome face of Daemon Sand flashed in front of her eyes, and she could not help but smile, much the same as Myrcella smiled at her brother. No, she may have lost her maidenhead then, but their encounters were always pure. Though, she imagined Tyene would have a different take on the said story, retold in a jesting manner.  

Perhaps, it was recently when she decided to implement all the knowledge she’d garnered from them and put it to good use in seducing Ser Arys in order to get him to assist her plans.  It had taken a considerable amount of time and no less skill to get the Kingsguard to waver and disregard his vows. Not that Arianne could say she did not enjoy the task at hand, the man was handsome and so sweet. Deep down, the Princess found herself wishing she could reciprocate his feelings, genuinely, aware that she could not.

She sighed as she turned and moved down the corridor towards her own chambers, away from praying eyes and overly keen ears. Water Gardens were an oasis, appealing to the eye and other senses, but Little Princess had grown up in them, thus she knew too well- even the most beautiful rose gardens could hide serpents. Dorne was her home, she knew it well too; its serpents were both vicious and venomous. The realization leading to another- her innocence was lost on the day her brother Quentyn was revealed as the obvious favorite to their father. A fact that has forced her hand.

“Perhaps. But wisdom can only go so far. Rubies can get you more in the end.”

“Right back at you.” Arthur declared, booping her on the nose, before leaning in close, “But hey, let’s not mention that to Shara, okay? She’ll kill me!” he whispered with a conspiratorial grin.

Some part of him was almost certain that clever little Allyria had just had this conversation with Ashara and gotten a similar response. She was the baby, after all. Everyone’s favorite!

He was only wrong in timing; said conversation with Ashara had taken place the night before. She giggled and held her arms up to her brother.

The little girl scrambles over, starts to pull herself into her sister’s lap, and thinks better of it. She lays across Ashara’s legs, putting her chubby hands on the colorful fabric of Ashara’s dress-covered belly. Violet eyes widen, and she looks up at her sister in awe.