There are cowering whispers of a war that is soon to be waged on the realm, destroying castles, starving people, decimating armies. A war for the Iron Throne, and a war against it. A war to hide secrets and a war to betray them. For death is power...
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DORNE
The sun was about to set, it's honey coloured rays turning darker by the minute. Everything in Dorne was faintly illuminated by it's light, especially the castle of Sunspear.
The sigil of House Martell had a flaming red sun as a symbolic half, the other being a spear which pierced through it. Both had been two different sigils centuries back, the spear which belonged to a House Martell, when it was young and not one of the Great Houses and the sun which signified the spirit of the Rhoynish warrior princess, Nymeria, who had wed into House Martell and helped it conquer all of Dorne.
Perhaps that was why Sunspear was built to honour her sigil by sight while honouring the spear by strength. The towers and walls of the castle looked breathtaking in the evening sun, as if the golden rays somehow brightened the crevices in every wall, the bricks in every chamber and the fluttering flag of House Martell on the tallest tower, making it look enchanted.
The majestic towers seemed to shine, like the twinkling stars that would soon spread through the night sky. The gardens of Dorne just added to the beauty. The emerald leaves on the tall trees danced with the wind, bathed in the dying light. The hundreds of evening flowers had started to peek out of their buds, a pink blush within them.
