Obara had ridden her stallion bloody. It was how she always rode her stallions. But today she had an actual reason to rush rather than to feel the wind in her hair. Today, she would declare war on the Lannisters. She would rally men and women to her cause. To her father's cause. To see justice done.

Her horse whinnied, dripping froth from it's mouth as it tosses it's head upon reaching the gates of Sunspear.

"Open the fucking gates!" Obara yelled to the guards who recognized the Sand Snake.

Her horse had barely stopped before she'd tossed herself from the saddle, heading to the Water Gardens where her uncle, Prince Doran Martell, waited.

That was how it started.

Now, she sat within the Tower of Sunspear, confined and held captive to keep her from burning Oldtown and ravaging the West.