"Very well. I'll persuade my brother Doran," Oberyn said. "Before the war begins, Dorne can seal off the Prince's Pass to draw the Reach's attention, then attack the Stormlands through the Boneway to tie down their forces. Dornish ports can also supply Valyria's fleet."
Viserys took out a letter bearing a golden rose sigil. "Perhaps you won't need to worry about the Reach. House Tyrell was part of the royalist army before, after all. Stay here and rest for a while. You may even get to meet them."
Oberyn looked at Viserys and suddenly smiled. "Your Grace, you're even more interesting than I imagined."
"I know there is a blood feud between Dorne and the Reach, but I won't demand that you put your hatred aside. I only need you to coexist as peacefully as possible until I reclaim the Iron Throne."
Oberyn spoke up. "Your Grace, the Dornish remember grudges, but we repay kindness too. Your promise to help us avenge Elia matters more than any treaty. If you truly deliver, Dorne will be your most loyal ally."
"I understand," Viserys said. "Hatred is a powerful motivator, but also a dangerous double-edged sword. I too hope the alliance between Dorne and House Targaryen can become more secure."
The talks lasted an hour. By the end, both sides had reached a preliminary agreement: Dorne would hold its position for now, but provide all necessary support. Viserys promised to safeguard Dorne's autonomy and House Martell's standing after reclaiming the Iron Throne. Princess Elia's enemies would also be handed over to Dorne to deal with personally.
"Do you trust him?" Ellaria asked.
"Not entirely," Oberyn admitted. "But I believe in his ability."
He glanced back at the study's closed door. "Besides, he has given Dorne what it wants most: a chance at