Return to Castamere (Sequel to "Little Reyne")

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Summary: Bran Stark now sits on the throne, so Ciel and Oberyn return to King's Landing on behalf of Dorne.


"Oberyn! Oberyn!" Ciel yelled, running through the corridor. She ran towards the throne room.

"My lady, you can't go in there. The Princes are still..."

Ciel ignored the guard and threw open the door. "Oberyn..." she said, panting.

Oberyn stood up and rushed to her side. "What's wrong, my sweet? Is it one of the girls?"

"I'm pregnant."

The throne room was silent.

"Pregnant?"

Ciel nodded. "Yes. The Maester confirmed it this morning."

Oberyn started laughing. He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her. "This is happy news, my little Reyne."

"A new little cousin!" Arianne said, overjoyed for her uncle and his wife.

"I am sorry for disturbing you, Doran. But I simply could not wait to tell Oberyn," Ciel apologized. She realized she'd behaved quite childishly.

"Where is Ellaria?" Oberyn asked.

"With the Sand Snakes. She was the one who suggested I visit the Maester."

"I'm sure she was."

"I have never been with child before, my prince. I should let you get back to your meeting."

"I will come to your chambers later to celebrate," Oberyn whispered in her ear.

Shivers went down her spine at the thought.

"Actually, Oberyn and I were just discussing who will be traveling to King's Landing. A new King sits on the throne," Doran told her.

"But..." Ciel said, apprehensive. Her last experience in King's Landing had been less than enjoyable.

"It's okay, my love. A Stark now sits upon the throne," Oberyn reassured her.

"Sansa?" Oberyn smiled.

"No. One of her younger brothers. But I do believe she may be there."

"I'd like to go with Oberyn."

"But my Reyne..."

Ciel pointed at him. "Don't. I may be pregnant, but I am not an invalid. Besides, I have something I wish to ask of the King."



They stepped off the boat into King's Landing.

"Welcome back to King's Landing, Prince Oberyn!" Tyrion Lannister said, approaching them.

"My Lord Tyrion! I am very glad to see you've kept your head," Oberyn said.

"As am I. Hello again, Ciel."

"Hello, Lord Tyrion."

"I see you are expecting."

Ciel smiled and put a hand on her very small, but somewhat noticeable bump. "Yes, we are."

"Hoping for another girl, my prince?"

"Girl or boy, I shall be happy," Oberyn told him.

"No Ellaria, today?"

"She stayed behind in Dorne to look after our youngest daughters."

"I am sorry to hear of your family, Tyrion," Ciel said.

Tyrion gave her a small smile. "For the best, I think." He led them into the throne room.

There was no Iron Throne, just a young man sitting in a wheelchair that looked like the Doran used.

"Prince Oberyn, Princess Ciel, welcome to King's Landing," King Bran said.

"Thank you for the invitation, my lord," Oberyn said, "It has been some time since myself and my wife stepped foot in the Red Keep."

"Dorne happily bends the knee to your rule," Ciel said.

"You are Ciel Lottero, are you not?" Bran asked her.

"Martell now, but yes."

"You were a good friend to my sister while she was here."

"Sansa and I were close. I would consider her a good friend." Ciel looked at him.

"Please, speak freely. I can see there is something on your mind."

"I ask for Castamere to be returned to Reyne line."

"The Reyne's are dead!" someone yelled.

"Silence!" Bran ordered.

"Please, my lord. I am the last of the Reyne line. I would like to restore Castamere to its former glory."

"Who would rule over Castamere?"

"I would appoint someone of my house, perhaps one of my daughters until my heir is of age," Oberyn said.

There were whispers among the crowd.

"Your heir?" Bran asked.

"Yes, my lord. I'm pregnant and I want this child to be the Lord or Lady of Castamere," Ciel explained.

"Can you provide proof of what you say? That you are the heir to Castamere."

"Yes, my lord."



After providing the necessary proof, Bran restored the ownership of Castamere to Ciel and Oberyn.

Oberyn sent word to Dorne to request Obara, his eldest daughter, to come to Castamere to rule until Ciel and Oberyn's child was old enough to take over. At that time, she would step down and into a mentoring role for the young prince or princess.

Ciel had never been to Castamere, but it was everything and more that she imagined it to be. She walked through the corridors, imaging her father as a child. Ciel went to work putting up the new Martell family crest all over the castle and the grounds.

It was divided into four parts. Two sections belonged to House Reyne and the others to House Martell.

Ciel did not want to let go of her ancestral house and Doran and Oberyn were more than happy to let her incorporate her family crest into theirs.

"You are a Martell, but you are also a Reyne," Oberyn had told her.

Ciel and Oberyn spent so much time at Castamere that Ciel was getting too close to giving birth to travel.

"I want my child born on land, not the sea," Ciel told Oberyn, "I wish Ellaria could be here."

"Ellaria will understand, my sweet."

In the end, Ciel gave birth to Garrick Alastor Martell in her father's castle.

Oberyn's only son and heir to the seat of Castamere.

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