Chapter 15 - The Princess of Vengeance (III)
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"Decisions must be made indifferently, emotions, desires and responsibilities are something that any ruler must separate properly."Doran Martell, Prince of Dorne.
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POV: Doran Martell, Prince of Dorne.
Dorne - Sunspear.
Old Palace, Dining Hall.
Doran Martell was a man of forty-seven, with black hair with weathered gray tips falling over his shoulders, deep black eyes, and a serious, rather cold face. He wore fine gold Dornish robes and sat in a wheelchair.
"The boy's information tells us more and more that Eddard Stark has fooled everyone." Doran muttered with a pensive look on his face. He was like that, thinking about every word, every action, always trying to make the best choice for House Martell and Dorne.
Jon Snow.
Doran chewed the boy's name in his mouth, not sure at the moment if his suspicions were true or just his paranoia saying something impossible.
But he had never been a man who believed in morality and honor, he believed in family above all else and his instincts told him that Eddard was a similar man. He could sacrifice his own honor and marriage to protect his family, even if it meant having his own head cut off by the king.