Chapter 36

Sunspear, Dorne
The next morning

Elia Sand, the young Princess of Dorne, daughter of the late Prince Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand, niece and namesake of Elia Martell, nervously tossed back a good deal of Dornish red wine while listening to Kinvara, the Red Priestess sent from King’s Landing to Sunspear. As the eldest remaining Sand Snake, she was the obvious choice to rule Dorne, and so now she did. Elia heard rumors that Kinvara and other Red Priests could resurrect the dead, but if so, why was she still Princess? Why couldn’t her mother, father, or uncle, the late Prince Doran Martell, be brought back to rule instead?

“Because, Your Grace, their time has come and gone, and they are now at peace. It is for you to govern this place, to rule Dorne in their stead, and to bring it back into the fold. The Lannisters are overthrown. There is no need to rebel against the Iron Throne these days. Do not fear Tyrion Lannister, as he is no friend to the rest of his own house. Quite the contrary, in fact. As for you, my dear girl, it is your chance to leave your mark upon Dorne.

“You are entitled to claim the Martell name now, as Princess of Dorne and thus with the proper authority to legitimize yourself. Also, it is time to cast off the shackles of the septons and septas, their foolish scriptures, and their false gods, the Seven. It is time to enter the warm embrace of the Lord of Light. Just think of what we can do, under his auspices. Just think of the power that I can bring you, which these septons and septas cannot,” Kinvara advised Elia now.

“Why can’t they do that?” Elia asked Kinvara with real curiosity.

“Because they are false gods, my Princess. There is but one true God, and he is the Red God, the Lord of Light. There is but one Heaven, and it is death. There is but one Hell, and we are living in it now. I have no powers but those granted to me by the Lord of Light. Any powers that I possess are proof of his truth and his reality. I invite you to turn to him and away from these false gods, the Seven,” Kinvara explained now.

“I ... I do ... I ... wish to convert. Guide me in his ways, in his paths ... he shall help me rule over and protect Dorne if I do, won’t he? Teach me the ways of this new God, the Red God, the Lord of Light, the Heart of Fire. It’s an ideal faith for a country as hot as Dorne, full of warmth and light,” Elia abruptly decided to convert, being young and impressionable, easily awed by a Red Priestess of the Lord of Light ... a sorceress, a witch.

The signs and wonders that Kinvara had already shown Elia were more than enough to persuade her that the Lord of Light did indeed exist. The septons and septas, not to mention the maesters, tried to convince her that these were simple magic tricks intended to deceive her. So far, it seemed like envy and jealousy to Elia Sand, Princess of Dorne. They stood to lose by telling her the truth, she now believed.

“Yes, yes, my dove, but there is more than I can teach you than that, my dear. Here, we are alone at the moment ... let me feed you,” Kinvara bared her breasts to the adolescent princess and let her suck at her teats at last.

Elia could not resist, of course, the magnetic pull toward the bosom of the Red Priestess, who suckled her like a mother now. Kinvara caressed the soft, dark tresses of the Princess’s hair, of course and stroked her cheeks as well. The orphaned, bastard ruler of Dorne needed love more than anything else, and Kinvara was firmly committed to giving it to her ... a woman’s touch. A woman’s love, soft caresses, tender lovemaking in the heat of a passionate lovers’ bed, that was what Kinvara offered Elia Sand now.

It wasn’t a radical leap from feeding Elia at her own breasts to sucking on the small, but perky and firm tits of the youthful princess now. Kinvara’s lips now closed in on Elia’s in a sweet and gentle kiss, mouths closed as tongues danced and wrestled together. Before too long, Kinvara exposed the musky fragrance of her own private parts to Elia’s scent as well as gaze. In mere minutes, she felt the clumsy efforts of a young woman in the first flower of love and lust, her tongue invading the Red Priestess’s cunt to their mutual delight.

“It tastes and smells like a melon, musky, juicy, and sweet. Is that magic, too? Is that the power of the Red God at work, aiding you in my seduction? Does he approve of the lusts of two ladies together? Does he wish us to be lovers, and if so, for how long? What of marriage, family? How will that... , “ Elia rambled, but Kinvara put a finger to her lips and spread her own thighs to return the oral favors to the princess.