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♕ Queen's Milk (Oberyn Martellxf!reader) one shot

Summary: You are Oberyn Martell's wife, his Queen. After a difficult birth, the first son of the Prince of Dorne was born… Now you are trying to recover, but your husband wants something more.

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I started writing this about three months ago. It's actually part of a much bigger story. But I've given up hope of writing it in full. That's why I decided to turn it into a one-shot. Note: Oberyn is not 100% canon. I assume he never be with Ellaria Sand for too long and… Of course, he didn't die in a duel with the Mountain ;)

Warnings: NSFW, fluff + porn, loving husband Oberyn, mention of difficult childbirth, postpartum period, blowjobs, unprotected sex, fingering, lactation kink, If you squint you will see a sub Oberyn, the reader has long hair, a brief mention of a previous abusive relationship, breastfeeding…

If you want to learn more about Dorne and listen to Pedro's wonderful voice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VCGXAYYntc&t=19s

♕ Queen's Milk

You were lying on the bed and looking tenderly at your several-day-old son. You were so proud. Your son… The firstborn son of the Prince of Dorne, Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper… The only child from his marriage bed. His only son.

You knew you shouldn't be so proud of it, but you couldn't help it. You were the only woman who managed to tame the prince's wild temper. The only one who became his wife instead of his 'paramour'. And now, you were also the only woman who gave him a male heir.

It's true that Oberyn didn't care about the baby's gender. You knew it. That's just the way it was in Dorne. Regardless of the child's gender, the firstborn child took over in Dorne. People treated princes and princesses with the same respect. Something that was hard to find in the rest of Westeros.

Bastards were also treated completely differently than in other lands. In Dorne, no one made fun of them or threw mud at them. And yet, despite this knowledge, you couldn't shake the feeling of pride when you looked at little Dorian Martell. And you saw that Oberyn was also overjoyed, although a little lost. At first, you were surprised, he was the father of 8 viper bastards. And yet, the day after Dorian's birth, he was a little embarrassed to tell you that he didn't know how to change diapers. And then you realized that there was something else special about you.

Oberyn Martell was never present when his daughters were born. The truth was that he had met the first two when they were no longer wearing diapers. He most often saw the remaining six for the first time when they were over 3 months old. And he was never really a full-time father. He didn't change diapers, he didn't get up at night to take care of a crying baby. Yes, he provided his daughters with everything they needed, and his lovers could count on special considerations, but instead of changing diapers, he preferred… Changing sexual partners in a brothel.

All of this changed with his love for you. You were the only woman in all of Westeros who completely captured his heart. So he couldn't imagine not being present in your child's life from the very beginning. Even if you were the one who had to teach him everything.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of the prince in the chamber. He immediately walked over to the bed and sat down next to you. He kissed your forehead and looked tenderly at his son's sleeping face.

"How are you feeling, my Queen?"

You giggled quietly at his words. Another thing that made you feel special. There was no title of King or Queen in Dorne. Still, Oberyn liked to call you that affectionately. Mostly when you were alone, but even if he did it in the company of others, he didn't care about their outraged faces. He just had to emphasize your uniqueness. You weren't just his woman, his wife… You were his Queen.

"I feel fine." You replied with a slight smile. "Although I'm a little tired and I'd love to cuddle up to your strong body."

Oberyn smiled widely at your words, then spoke in a voice full of love and happiness.

"My love, I was just thinking the same thing. I could use some rest too."

He then carefully picked up your son and carried him to the cradle. When he came back, he immediately laid down next to you and pulled you to his body.

"Relaxing and cuddling with you is my favorite chore. Especially when our son is sleeping."

He started caressing your cheeks tenderly and kissed your head. You snuggled into his strong chest and sighed in contentment. Oberyn began stroking your belly with his hand and murmured:

"Honey, can I ask you a question?"

Lost in your little heaven, you didn't really notice that his tone had changed, from sweet to seductive.

"Mmm… Yes."

"My Queen, since we are alone in our bed, will it be okay if I take off your dress?"

You immediately realized what he was implying, and his next words only confirmed it. He started caressing your breasts and his voice became more flirtatious.

"I could do my chores and make love to you without having to worry about our son interrupting me."

He looked at you with eyes full of lust and you froze. You knew it wasn't his fault. How could he know that not all women were ready for sex so quickly? He wasn't interested in it before. Besides, he was passionate and you knew it and accepted it. You made love to each other until almost the eighth month of your pregnancy, but then you stopped when the maester became concerned about your health.

Your labor was very difficult and you knew you wouldn't be able to give your husband what he wanted. Your heart trembled. You could suggest him to use the services of whores, but… The truth was that you were incredibly jealous, and Oberyn had promised you on wedding day that from now on you would be the only woman in his life. Therefore, with big heartache, you replied:

"My Love, you know we can't do this so soon after giving birth? You could accidentally hurt me."

The smile immediately disappeared from the prince's face. He would never, ever contribute to hurting you. He felt stupid as he realized how inappropriate his offer was.

"Oh… yes, that's right. I'm so sorry, Honey, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. It's been so long since the last…"

He looked away from you for a moment, trying to hide his embarrassment at not thinking about something so important.

"Let's go to sleep instead."

You couldn't take it anymore. Your husband was lovely… Peculiar, but lovely. You cupped his face in your hands and stroked his cheeks with your thumbs.

"Look at me."

Oberyn sighed and looked you straight in the eyes. He really felt embarrassed. He knew a hundred ways to satisfy women and men. With his eyes closed he could find all the erogenous zones. And yet… He knew nothing about female pregnancy. He looked at you with an apologetic expression.

"Yes, my Queen."

You looked at him gently, not feeling even a hint of anger.

"You didn't do anything wrong. I know this is hard for you because it's part of… your fiery temper." You kissed his chin gently. "But you'll have to wait a little longer for it. I promise it will be worth it."

Oberyn couldn't help but smile softly at your words, although he still felt a little embarrassed.

"You're right, Honey. I'm getting more and more impatient every day… But since you promised it would be worth it, I guess I have to wait a little longer."

Then a thought occurred to you. You could still give him some relief. You smiled and started caressing his chest with your hand.

"Although… There are other ways."

Oberyn smiled wider and began to caress your cheeks as your hand moved lower and lower.

"Yes, there are other ways…" He replied in a hoarse voice. "But I wouldn't want to force you to do anything."

You shook your head and licked your lips, your hand already on his stomach.

"You know… The fact that I'm not ready for pleasure yet…" Your fingers hooked the hem of his pants. "That doesn't mean you can't feel relief."

Oberyn let out a soft moan, well aware of your intentions. Your gentle touch was already giving him so much pleasure. He took your hand in his for a moment and stroked it tenderly. Then he kissed you and purred:

"Don't hesitate to continue what you started, darling."

You nodded and kissed his chest while sliding your hand into his pants.

"Do you want it to be like this, my prince? Or do you prefer my lips?"

Oberyn moaned even louder and ran his hand through your hair.

"I want both, Honey."

The prince looked at you with eyes full of lust and you smiled and licked your lips.

"Oh, you're greedy, but… You'll get what you want."

You removed your hand from his pants to unbutton them. You then leaned in and placed a passionate kiss just below his navel. Oberyn couldn't control himself and cleared his throat. He closed his eyes when he felt your soft and gentle lips.

"Y/N… Do you know what you're doing to me?” He started caressing your hair, his voice full of lust. "I love you more than you can imagine."

You raised your head for a moment and looked at him lovingly.

"Do you want more, my prince?"

Oberyn nodded firmly, a quiet sound of satisfaction escaping his lips.

"Yes, my Love… I really want more. Now that you've started it… I want you to keep going. I can't describe how much I want it…."

The prince looked at you with lustful eyes and you pulled down his pants and underwear, muttering:

"Very good."

You started kissing his stomach again, caressing his most intimate places. Soon he felt your hot mouth on his groin, getting closer and closer to his cock, which was already swollen.

Oberyn let out a deep moan as your tongue licked the first drops of pre-cum from his cock head. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, unable to control himself. He kept one hand on your head, pressing you gently against his body. Although he never did it in an overly insistent or brutal way. You weren't one of his whores. You were his Queen. His other hand gripped the sheets as your tongue licked his length and your hands caressed his balls. He reveled in your sweet and tender actions.

"Y/N… Oh, Honey… This feels so good! I'm losing my mind here…"

You smiled at his words and reinforced your actions. You touched his cock even more intensely and with more passion. You used your mouth and hands to bring him to the peak of pleasure.

Oberyn moaned loudly and his body tensed. He breathed deeply and his voice was full of desire.

"Oh gods, Y/N, you're so good at this! I'm going to…"

The prince couldn't finish his sentence and climaxed. You tasted his salty seed on your tongue and swallowed everything he offered. His hand gripped your hair tighter for a moment, but as soon as he finished, he let go of you. He looked at you with a happy and contented expression.

"Thank you, my Love. You were wonderful."

You placed one last gentle kiss on his groin before laying down next to him and gently caressing his chest. Oberyn was still euphoric from his orgasm and gasping for breath. You touched your lips to his ear and whispered:

"Like I said. My body needs time to recover, but you… You can always ask me for 'it'."

Oberyn looked at you with tender and loving eyes.

"My Queen, thank you for understanding my needs and for giving me what I wanted."

He stroked your belly tenderly and looked deeply into your eyes with a romantic and gentle smile.

"Honey, your body deserves to rest and recover after everything you went through giving birth to our healthy and happy son." He brushed his thumb over your lips. "But since you promised I could ask for 'it' whenever I wanted, I'll definitely take you up on that offer again."

You sighed and closed your eyes.

"You deserve it, my prince. You were so understanding and caring when I was pregnant. Now you still try to do everything for me. At least this way I can repay you. And I know you need it."

Oberyn couldn't help but smile at your compliments. He felt proud that you appreciated his sacrifice for you. His hand began to tenderly stroke your exposed shoulder.

Without opening your eyes, you continued to gently rub his chest.

"Now that you're satisfied, are you ready to rest?"

"Yes, my sweet Queen. I am ready for some rest. And thank you again for giving me everything I needed." He kissed your lips before closing his eyes to rest. “I love you, Y/N.”

You smiled and whispered sleepily, "I love you, Oberyn."

Then you fell asleep happily in his arms. The prince stroked your hair as you fell asleep in his arms. He felt joy and happiness in his heart seeing you, his love, so peaceful.

"Sweet dreams, Honey." ♕ It was the middle of the night when Dorian's loud screams filled your chamber. Your son was lying in the cradle and was clearly unhappy. You rolled over and nudged your husband.

"Oberyn, your son needs you." You mumbled, still half asleep. "I recently fed him while you were sleeping, so it must be a diaper issue."

The prince slowly woke up to the sound of his baby boy crying. His eyes were half open, but he knew his son's needs came first. He looked at you with a slight smile and caressed your cheeks tenderly.

"It's okay, my sweet Queen. I'll take care of Dorian."

You felt a wave of joy knowing that you had managed to transform the frivolous prince into a caring husband and father. You watched for a moment as Oberyn stood up and headed towards your son's cradle. However, you quickly went back to sleep, believing that your husband would be able to soothe and put Dorian to sleep.

Meanwhile, Oberyn walked to the baby's cradle and took his son in his arms, making soothing sounds. With patience and love, he began to change Dorian's diaper. When he finished, his son looked at him with tired eyes and kept whimpering. The prince smiled at the baby and began to gently rock him in his arms, singing a soothing song. Soon Dorian's wailing turned into soft grunting until it stopped completely as he fell asleep. Oberyn kissed his little son on the forehead and whispered, "Good night, Dorian."

The prince carefully placed the baby in the cradle, then returned to the bed and happily snuggled into your body. ♕ The weeks passed and you felt better and better. Dorian grew up healthy and happy, and your husband patiently waited for intimate moments in bed with you. Finally, two months after giving birth, you felt ready.

Oberyn entered the chamber and saw a beautiful scene that immediately melted his heart. Your son was lying on the bed wearing only a diaper, and you were sitting next to him. You made soothing sounds and kept leaning down and kissing his little belly. Dorian made happy sounds and waved his hands.

Oberyn looked at you tenderly and came closer.

"Good evening, my Queen."

He sat down on the bed next to you and, like you, kissed the baby's belly. He smiled and whispered in a tender, calm voice: "Good evening, our dear Dorian."

You smiled at your husband and kissed his cheek. When your baby boy saw his father, he waved his hands even more and babbled happily in his childish way.

"You have perfect timing, darling."

He returned your smile and then leaned down again, kissing Dorian's belly and looking at his son with tenderness and adoration.

"I couldn't miss the chance to spend time with our beloved son." He stroked his son's dark hair. "How was your day, little one?"

You smiled mysteriously and said:

"Oh, our son had a very interesting day. Didn't you, Dorian? Mommy didn't let you sleep much today." You looked at Oberyn again. "Now, you have a very important task to do."

Oberyn chuckled softly at your comment and looked at you curiously.

"Oh, yes? So what is my task, my Queen?"

The prince kissed his son on the cheek and stroked his belly.

"Don't let him fall asleep for another half hour. I'll take a bath and then breastfeed him."

Your request seemed a little strange to him, but he wouldn't dare disobey you. He believed that you always know what is best for your child. He smiled at you gently and replied:

"It's okay, my love. Go enjoy your bath while I take care of our son."

He then turned his attention to Dorian. He started caressing the baby boy's belly with his hand and making funny sounds, making the baby laugh. Before you went to the bathroom, you looked at your son and husband with love once again. You smiled mysteriously, which Oberyn didn't miss. The prince began to wonder what you were planning, but he decided to focus on the task you had entrusted to him. ♕ When you came back from the bath, you looked stunning. Your long hair was loose and slightly damp. Your skin was shiny and smelled of honey. And you were wearing one of the thinner nightgowns that didn't cover much.

Oberyn's eyes lit up when he saw you and his jaw dropped. He was entranced by your appearance and couldn't hide the fact that the mere sight of you was enough to turn him on.

You smiled at him, took Dorian into your arms, and sat comfortably on the bed. Your nightgown had such a low neckline that you could easily take out your breast full of milk and start feeding your son. Your baby boy immediately closed his eyes and eagerly began to suckle. You cooed at him.

"Oh, I know you're tired, my little prince, but just a few more minutes. Once you're full, Daddy will change your diaper and you'll go to sleep for hours."

Oberyn couldn't take his eyes off you. Your appearance, your breasts, your son in your arms. It was an image that was burned into his memory. If he could choose the moment of his death, this would be it. He moved closer to you and started stroking his son's head.

"Oh my Queen, you look gorgeous." His voice was hoarse with desire.

You smiled fondly at him, thinking that what you were planning for him would put him in an absolute state of euphoria. But you had to finish your motherhood duties first.

Your son slowly started to fall asleep, enjoying your warm milk. You moved him away from your chest and rested him on your shoulder, gently patting his back. Then you handed him to Oberyn, saying: "Change his diaper and put him in the cradle in the next room… And when you come back to me, close the door behind you."

The prince nodded and followed your instructions. He felt his skin tingle just thinking about what you had planned for him. When he was sure that your son was sound asleep, he returned to you and quietly closed the door behind him. He looked at you with lust, ready to accept whatever you offered him.

He walked up to you and kissed your cheek.

"Dorian is sleeping and you… you look stunning."

You giggled and ran your fingers along his beard.

"I hoped you'd like it."

"Mmm… I like it very much… I always like you…"

You rolled your eyes and muttered, "Flatterer."

Oberyn smiled, his eyes showing nothing but admiration for you. He leaned closer to you and kissed your neck passionately.

"I couldn't have dreamed of anything more wonderful… You are absolutely gorgeous and I wish I had you all to myself right now."

At that moment you knew you had complete power over him. You kissed his ear and whispered:

"Undress and lie on the bed on your stomach."

Oberyn loved the intimate bond he had with you and had no qualms about following your command. He immediately took off his clothes and lay down in the position you asked him to do.

"There. I am all yours, my sweet Queen."

You sat on his back and leaned down to kiss his shoulder. You felt proud that you were able to tame the Red Viper.

"It's nice to know I still have that power over you, my sweet prince."

Oberyn growled in pleasure as he felt your lips on his body.

"You still have power over me and nothing will ever change that."

You couldn't hide the fact that his words made you happy and filled you with pride. He truly made you feel like a Queen… Like all of Westeros was truly yours and like you could do anything. You wanted to make it up to him.

You started massaging his shoulders, neck, and back. You found every tense muscle and made sure you felt your husband relax. You heard him sigh in relief and you said in a sweet voice:

"You've been so sweet these past months… So patient."

You leaned down and bit his ear. He couldn't help but growl slightly at the feeling of your gentle bite.

"It's been a long time since you showed me that kind of affection… I missed it, Honey."

He closed his eyes and continued to enjoy the massage you were giving him. He felt all his stress disappear and at the same time his desire grew. He didn't want to pressure you. But you sensed it easily. You saw his hands grip the pillow and felt his hips lift. You smiled to yourself. Your plan worked. You kissed his neck and murmured,

"What if I told you that you don't have to be patient anymore? That your behavior will be rewarded tonight…"

Oberyn turned his head to look at you. A happy smile appeared on his face.

"My love, with that one sentence you have made me the happiest husband in the Seven Kingdoms… I can't wait until our bodies become one again."

His gaze alone was enough to make you feel wet between your legs. You sat down next to him and smiled. You took a moment to observe his muscular body, sculpted by daily spear training. You were a lucky one.

"I know that you missed my body and my inner warmth. And that 'other' ways to satisfy your lust were unable to satisfy this longing…" You gently stroked his hair. "But I feel that my body is ready… You can have all of me again, darling."

Oberyn loved the way you spoke to him and he was completely mesmerized. He slowly got up and approached you. He brushed his fingers against your face as if to make sure you were real.

"Y/N… It's like you read my mind. You know my desires so well."

He looked at you with deep affection and kissed your neck. He brought his lips close to your ear and in a hoarse voice full of lust, he said:

"I want nothing more than to have my wife back… And now I want to show you how much I missed your body and your warm pussy…"

You kissed him passionately and whispered, "Show me." Then you giggled and added, "If my motherly tricks work, Dorian will sleep until morning, so… My whole body is only yours."

You lay down on the bed, and Oberyn's heart skipped a beat at your words. He wanted nothing more than to enjoy your body. With a gentle smile on his lips, he moved his body closer to yours and was above you. He started kissing your neck and whispered:

"It'll be like this until morning. I'll make the most of it."

Oberyn began to alternate between nibbling and licking your neck and his hand moved between your legs to rub your clit. You moaned softly, happy that he always knew how to drive you crazy. You ran one hand through his hair and the other caressed his stomach.

"Mmm… I missed you too… The feeling of you in my body."

Oberyn moaned softly, feeling your caresses. He continued to kiss your neck as his fingers worked skillfully over your pussy.

"Ahhh… My sweet Queen… I can't express how much I've missed being inside you."

Oberyn's lips began to travel lower to your shoulders and cleavage. You stopped him for a moment and pulled away. He looked at you longingly for a moment, but when he saw you take off your nightgown, his eyes burned with lust. His eyes devoured your naked body. His hands started caressing your thighs, hips, belly…

"You are a goddess and even that is an understatement… You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known."

You laughed softly and pulled him in for a kiss. You stroked his jaw and whispered,

"Oh, my prince, you know how to charm a woman with words."

He looked at you with a mischievous smile as his finger slipped inside you, sending a shiver down your spine.

"I can do much more than just charm a woman with words. I want to show you."

His thumb rubbed your clit, making you moan louder and louder. Oberyn leaned closer and whispered in your ear:

"Do you want me, dear?"

You moaned loudly and licked his ear. You felt yourself getting wet and ready for what you wanted him to give you. You tried to catch your breath and speak.

"Have I… not done enough today to show you… how much I want you?"

Oberyn smiled passionately. He knew what your words meant and he couldn't resist anymore. He pulled you into another heated kiss. When he broke away from you, his eyes were dark with lust. You ran your hand down his stomach and felt how swollen his cock was.

"My Queen… I want more… I need more."

His voice was like the growl of a wild animal. He wasn't always this impatient. Sometimes he would spend an hour pleasuring you before sticking his cock inside you. But you weren't surprised by this. He was thirsty and so were you.

"So it's your lucky day, Oberyn Martell, because your queen wants a lot more today too."

The prince smiled widely and grabbed your hips, pulling you down. You squealed in surprise, but you didn't mind. Oberyn began to intimately run his hands over your body until he reached your thighs and gently but firmly spread your legs.

"I am the happiest man in the world knowing that my Queen wants me in her bed as much as I want her."

His eyes were full of love and lust as he knelt between your legs. He leaned over you, practically covering you with his powerful body. He kissed your shoulder sweetly and you felt the head of his cock approach your entrance. Still, he waited patiently for your sign.

"My love, my perfect husband… I'm sorry you had to wait so long for this."

Oberyn moaned softly, his hands stroking your sides soothingly.

"My Queen, you have no reason to apologize. I would never change this moment, even if I had to wait another month. The moment I am with you, everything is fine. And now everything is perfect."

You looked at him gratefully and felt your heart beat fast. You kissed him on the lips. You felt ready and you wanted him. You nodded and the prince wasted no more time. He pressed his body against yours, brushed his lips against your neck, and began to slowly enter you.

And that was the moment when you realized that it wasn't going to be that easy. Your husband was big, even before labor, the first moments of his thrust into you caused a slight burning sensation, but now it was worse. You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from groaning in pain. However, his next thrust had you gripping his arms tightly. You hissed in pain and winced. Oberyn immediately froze and looked at you with concern in his eyes.

"Oh, no… Did I hurt you?"

The prince didn't know what to do. He was still inside you, but he didn't want to hurt you. His actions melted your heart. You took a few deep breaths to calm down and relax your vaginal muscles. You also had to calm down Oberyn.

"Everything is fine… It's been a while and my body needs to get used to it again…"

Oberyn breathed a sigh of relief, although he was still concerned. He gently brushed his lips against your forehead and whispered, "I can stop, anytime…"

You smiled and shook your head.

"No… It's better. Give me more."

Your husband looked at you carefully and nodded.

"As you wish, my Queen."

He started moving inside you slowly, being even more careful. Every few moments he kissed your cheeks and forehead, trying to distract you from your discomfort. The initial pain and burning sensation you felt began to subside. It was replaced by a familiar, pleasant warmth, and a shiver of pleasure ran through your body. The prince's patience and understanding began to be successful. You started moaning louder and louder and scratching his back.

"Mmm… My sweet prince… I want more of you…"

Oberyn had no problem noticing that instead of pain, he was now giving you pleasure. Your body was willing again. He smiled fondly at you and continued to caress your face while speeding up his thrusts. However, he was still watching you carefully, ready to fulfill your every desire.

"I'm all yours…" He growled into your ear. "And I will always be."

He couldn't hold back any longer. He wanted you so much. He was almost addicted to your body, to your warmth and smell. He nuzzled his nose into your neck. Hearing your moans become louder, he was sure he was doing everything right. He grabbed your hips and increased the speed and depth of his thrusts as another wave of pleasure hit you. You grabbed his arms and muttered:

"Oh yes… Ahhh! Just like that, honey… Ahhhhh!"

You started placing hot, sloppy kisses on his shoulders and neck. The prince moaned loudly and lifted his head to look at you with lust. His eyes were almost dark and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

"You are mine, Queen. Your body belongs to me for me to worship and please you."

As he said this, he leaned down and gently bit your neck. His words, his bite, his thrusts… It all drove you crazy with pleasure. You felt yourself getting closer to orgasm. You grabbed his hair, pressing his head to your neck. You felt your heart speed up.

"Ahhh! Yes, my prince. I am your wife, your queen… and I belong only to you."

This time, it was your words that made Oberyn moan loudly, feeling himself getting closer to his orgasm. He felt your nails scratching at his scalp, sending shivers down his spine. He bit your neck gently again, his hands gripping your hips even tighter. You felt his hot breath on your ear as he panted.

"So take my love… just like I take yours."

You wanted him even more. You wrapped your legs around his hips, forcing him to enter you even harder and deeper. Your moans began to merge into one, filling the chamber with sounds of pleasure. You arched your back, feeling a familiar tingling wash over your body.

"Oh gods… Ah! Oberyn! I… I…"

Oberyn couldn't help himself. He pushed deeper into you, but his thrusts became more erratic. He was on edge too.

"Oh, my queen… You are like sweet poison to me…"

"Ahhh! My darling, my sweet prince… Mmmm… I…"

You felt ecstasy wash over you. Electricity coursed through your entire body and you screamed his name loudly as you climaxed. Your whole body trembled and your vaginal muscles gripped his cock tightly.

Oberyn lifted his head and looked at you, satisfied, he had achieved his goal, he had pleased you. He himself was getting closer too. He moaned loudly and stilled, emptying himself inside you. His hot seed flooded your insides. He still stayed inside you and began to gently caress your face. His breathing was slowing down as was yours.

You felt your legs tremble and you could no longer keep them on Oberyn's hips. You groaned in dissatisfaction and lowered them down. After such an experience, you always felt the need to be as close to your loved one as possible. So you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

Oberyn had no intention of resisting you and happily pressed his body against yours. He felt an explosion of passion, desire, and love in his chest.

"You have no idea how much I needed this…"

You smiled and stroked his cheek.

"I can imagine that."

Oberyn returned your smile, then kissed your forehead and whispered,

"You are my whole life, Honey."

He was so happy and fulfilled that he didn't want to break free from your embrace. He rested his head on your breasts and sighed in contentment as you began to stroke his hair.

You also felt the same way he did. You couldn't imagine a better man. A man whose main goal in life was to please you and provide you with comfort. Still playing with his hair, you said:

"You are everything to me, my sweet Prince. You are my heartbeat and my breath… And this moment can last forever."

Oberyn raised his head for a moment and kissed your cheek, only to snuggle into your breasts again.

"This is heaven." He murmured.

You felt him start to caress your side with his hand and you smiled. You started massaging his neck and said:

"If this is heaven, then you died lying on top of me."

Oberyn chuckled at your joke. He always loved your sense of humor.

"Well, if that's the only way to the afterlife, then that's a death I'll gladly accept."

The whole situation suddenly reminded you of the beginning of your affair, when you were still married to your first husband. The cruel and aggressive Lord Aron. You knew that having an affair with the Prince of Dorne was a death sentence for you, but you couldn't resist it. You fell in love, and as it turned out, you weren't the only one. Oberyn was crazy about you, he wanted you to be his. He wanted to free you from your brutal husband and he had an idea. Except you didn't like his idea at all.

You laughed in amusement and looked at your beloved husband.

"You know what this reminds me of?"

Oberyn looked up and frowned.

"No, I don't know… Tell me."

"When you came up with the idea that the best way to free me from Aron was to make that bastard mad when he caught us…"

You shook your head and giggled. It made you laugh now, but it didn't at the time. Oberyn really wanted to make your husband so furious that he would challenge him to a duel. The prince was confident in his abilities. And even though you also believed that he was a hundred times better warrior than Aron, the very moment of his fury made you afraid.

Continuing to stroke Oberyn's hair, you added:

"I was so terrified as I waited for him to burst into the chamber and see us. And you pulled me close to you and said, 'If you're going to die, I want you to die on me.' And… Oh gods, I hated you then for saying those words. Now they amuse me."

Oberyn started laughing along with you.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it. But for me, it's the moment I'm most proud of. I remember how forcefully I had to hold you down and how sure I was that I wasn't going to let that scum kill you. Those were tense moments, my love. But I would do it again, just for you." He leaned closer and whispered, "You were my Queen even before we got married."

You pulled him into another heated kiss and then said in a joking tone:

"You should thank the gods that your queen has become accustomed to your sense of humor and sarcasm over time."

Your husband chuckled and brushed a few stray strands of hair out of your face.

"And yet you married me. My charm, my wit, and my strength won your heart, my Queen. You just have to admit it."

You shook your head. You felt so wonderful in his presence that you decided to keep joking.

"Even if you torture me, I won't admit that…" You lowered your voice to a whisper. "After our first night together, I knew I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life…"

Oberyn's eyes sparkled with joy at your words.

"I didn't have to torture you… You just admitted it." He kissed your forehead and added, "Our first night together is forever burned into my heart, just like you."

You felt yourself bursting with joy. Sometimes you wondered, what you did to deserve such a loving husband? And other times you felt that the gods had decided to reward you for the years you spent with an aggressive, stupid husband who treated you worse than a dog. You sighed and stroked his dark hair. There were already some gray streaks here and there, but you thought that only made him more handsome.

"Our journey has been long and not always easy, but we are finally here. In this wonderful moment."

Oberyn sighed with satisfaction and replied to you:

"And in the end, it was all worth it, because I finally have you, all to myself. And nothing or no one can hurt you, because I'm here now."

Oberyn began to caress your body tenderly, and you melted under his touch. However, not everything was perfect. Something started to bother you… You hissed quietly and started massaging one of your sore breasts. Your son may have been sleeping, but that didn't mean your breasts stopped producing milk.

Oberyn looked at you worried and you started to explain to him:

"My breasts are full of milk and sometimes it kills me. Our son eats a lot anyway, but I have more milk than he needs."

The prince listened to your explanation with a slight smile on his face. He watched you massage your breasts and suddenly he gently grabbed your wrists.

"Let the prince relieve you, my love."

Before you could respond, he started kissing and massaging your breasts. The feeling was great. His hands, much larger than yours, cupped your breasts perfectly. His fingers dug into your skin with perfect pressure.

Oberyn smiled, pleased with how well he was doing. You heard his hoarse voice.

"You will always be taken care of, my Queen. Just ask me and I will satisfy you as best as I can."

You closed your eyes and sighed softly, feeling his firm but gentle touch. Due to his massage, a few drops of milk flowed down your skin. Oberyn looked at it as if hypnotized. He was suddenly overcome with the need to taste it. He licked your skin, tasting the sweet milk, and purred with pleasure:

"My Queen… My love… You are like a dream… You are my dream and my desire…"

You couldn't even find the words. It was something you never expected. Oberyn looked like he was obsessed with your breasts, and was willing to do anything to serve you.

The prince licked his lips and gently placed his mouth on your nipple. He had always loved women's breasts, but this… This was something he had never done and he was as stunned as you were.

"Can I?"

His pleading voice sounded like never before. His brown eyes looked at you hopefully. You nodded and he immediately placed his mouth on your nipple and started sucking.

A soft moan escaped your lips. It was a completely different experience than feeding Dorian. Oberyn's mouth was sucking with so much force and his hands were still squeezing your breasts, causing the feeling of pleasure to travel from your breasts throughout your body and straight to your core.

You started caressing his face with one hand and gently tugging his hair with the other.

"Ah… Oh yes, that's a relief. Honey, don't stop…"

Oberyn moaned passionately upon hearing your words. The taste of your milk, the Queen's milk, was addictive, and knowing that his actions were pleasing you at the same time added to the excitement.

He released your nipple for a moment and croaked:

"What a lucky prince I am to have such a wonderful wife as you."

Then his tongue began to dance on your skin while his hands continued to caress your breasts, more and more milk flowing out of them. Oberyn smiled lewdly and began to suck on your other breast.

You felt a shiver run down your spine.

"Oberyn… Oh, gods… You're so perfect at this… Mmmm…"

Every time he touched your breasts, the pain you felt lessened. Every flick of his tongue sent a wave of pleasure. Until the pain and tension stopped completely and you couldn't hold back your moans.

Oberyn smiled warmly at the sweet sounds you were making. He pulled away for a moment to get some air.

"I'm glad you're satisfied… I just want to serve you… And I want to taste your wonderful milk every day…"

You giggled quietly and shook your head. You realized that you had probably started his new obsession.

"Umm, Dorian wouldn't be happy knowing his dad was stealing his milk, but…" You smiled and looked at him with lust. "He sleeps peacefully in his cradle and doesn't see it. So, go ahead, my prince."

Oberyn laughed happily and brushed his lips against your nipple.

"Your milk tastes delicious… and for me, there is nothing better than the combination of these two things, a happy wife and her delicious milk."

The prince started sucking your nipple again, swirling his tongue around to give you additional sensations. He wanted to hear you moan his name in ecstasy.

As Oberyn continued to suck and caress your breasts, your moans became louder and louder. You couldn't stand the tension building in your body anymore. Your hand went between your thighs, but your husband didn't miss it.

He knew exactly what you needed and he couldn't resist giving it to you. With a loud click, he released your nipple and in a voice dripping with lust, he said,

"My love… Let me handle this."

One of his hands moved between your thighs and his thumb found your clit with ease and practiced precision.

You started moaning even louder and moving your hips restlessly.

"Yes, please… Please… Oberyn…"

You couldn't even form a coherent sentence anymore, but he didn't care. He didn't need your words. He knew your body and your needs better than his own. His two fingers slid inside your hot core, moving rhythmically as his thumb continued to rub your clit.

You were already on the edge of pleasure. Your body became defenseless and sensitive to the prince's touch.

"I'll take care of you, my Dear." He purred, pressing his lips to your breasts.

Your breathing became rapid and your heart was beating like crazy. Everything around disappeared. There was only pleasure. Oberyn's fingers, his mouth, his voice…

"Let it go, my Queen. I'm here for you."

Hearing your lustful and loud moans, he couldn't resist. He wanted to do everything he could to help you achieve an intense orgasm. He sped up the movements of his hand and pressed his lips against your nipple one last time. And that was it. A strong shiver ran through your entire body. Your whole body tensed as your orgasm hit you.

You screamed and cried with pleasure. And your moans intertwined with his name as You climaxed.

Finally, you closed your eyes and fell back onto the pillows exhausted, feeling your vagina twitch around his fingers.

Oberyn waited a moment longer, knowing how sensitive you were at that moment. He gently pulled his fingers out of you and placed a sweet kiss between your breasts. He then laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you as if he were holding his most precious treasure. He kissed your temple and whispered tenderly into your ear:

"My Queen and my Love… You are even more beautiful when you are filled with pleasure … You make my heart beat louder than thunder."

You smiled and snuggled into his warm body. You still couldn't gather your thoughts, but you knew he wouldn't leave you until you returned to normal. You sighed contented and happy. Your breathing slowly calmed down. You felt so relaxed and safe. Finally, you placed a sweet kiss on his chest and whispered,

"Thank you, my love."

The prince immediately replied:

"You don't have to thank me. I always want you to feel happy and satisfied."

He kissed your neck gently, unable to stop himself from touching you. In return, you caressed his body. From time to time, you ran your fingers over the scars on his chest, remnants of many battles.

You didn't see how long you lay next to each other in complete silence. It didn't matter. You closed your eyes and purred almost like a cat.

"You are perfect, my prince. Every part of your body… As if the gods created you, especially for me."

"And you are a masterpiece, my Queen. No one in this world could compete with you in terms of beauty, grace, love, and sacrifice… My love for you is like a star that will never fade." He gently, even reverently, caressed your body. "My body and heart remain the same as the day I met you. You are the greatest wife a man could dream of."

You moved away from him a little and pushed yourself up on your hands. Then you leaned over him and looked him straight in the eyes. You almost touched your nose to his.

"Do you think so, my prince? Or maybe you just want to cast a spell on me that will make me never think about anyone else but you for a second."

Oberyn chuckled and jokingly replied:

"You are too smart for me, my Queen, I cannot deceive you." He started caressing your cheeks, and a seductive smile appeared on his face. "But you are wrong, my love. I don't need to cast any spells on you, my Queen. You are like an angel, the most beautiful angel I have ever seen… And it will always be like that."

You started peppering his face with small kisses and then collapsed onto his body with a sigh.

"You know you are my safe place. My oasis in the desert."

Oberyn embraced you and pulled you closer to his body.

"And you are my refuge, my Queen. My refuge from the horrors of the world. You are the light of my life, my love." His voice was full of affection and love. "I am your husband and your lover. And I will never be anything else, ever."

He seemed determined and confident like he had no intention of ever changing his mind about you or your love.

You snuggled into his chest even more. As if you wanted to absorb his love and warmth.

"I love you." You said, your voice slightly sleepy.

"Y/N… My Queen… I love you too." He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead. "May our love be eternal and lasting, just like the gods themselves."

"Hmm… That's a good plan."

You couldn't stop yawning anymore. And now that you had finished making love, goose bumps began to appear on your body. Oberyn noticed that your body was getting cold, so he gently wrapped the blanket around you and wrapped his arms around you tighter. He started stroking your head and in a calm, sweet voice he said:

"I am here for you, my queen. I will keep you warm. No one can hurt you as long as I am with you. You are safe with me."

You smiled and were about to go to dreamland when one thought appeared in your head.

"Hmm… I forgot to tell you…"

You opened your eyes and looked at the prince, half asleep.

"We should throw a feast. After all, Dorian is two months old and we haven't celebrated his birth yet."

Oberyn smiled broadly. He loved feasts, and he loved feasts even more when they were in honor of his family members.

"That's a great idea. We'll throw a feast and invite all our friends from Dorne. It will be a great opportunity to show the world our love and the wonderful baby we have." He kissed your head. "Dorian is a precious gift, my Queen. His birth must be celebrated, but also your sacrifice. Because you two are the greatest people in my life and the best and most important gifts a man can ever receive."

You nodded and kissed him on the lips. After a while, you snuggled back into his chest and were ready to fall asleep. You knew that the prince would probably wake you up in a while with sweet kisses and ask for another round, but you didn't mind. As long as he treated you like his Queen, he had all of you. All your body, heart, and love. Before you fell asleep, you heard his sweet whisper:

"Sweet dreams, darling. I love you."

♕

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marvelwitchergilmore · 1 year ago

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Summary: Oberyn Martell x Fe!Reader - You’re no more than the sister of a wealthy merchant and the daughter of an Innkeeper. You’re also unlike the other dainty ladies in your town. So, when you’re told you’re to be married off to seal the trade agreement your brother came to, you’re not exactly the happiest person in the world when you find out who it is.

Disclaimer: I haven’t finished S4 of GOT but I wanted to write this. Fluff, AU divergent, still within GOT world. swearing, sword fights, patriarchy pigs, (I can only apologise now if this is crap) not proof read, use of pet-names, marriage of convenience, friends to lovers, strangers to friends to lovers, mentions of wedding nights etc. nothing explicit. make out towards the end...

The Agreement was made to prove that your brother, Matthew, was true to his word and honour and would not steal from his main supplier. Although, you wouldn’t be surprised if they thought him a little stupid since you would soon come to learn even he did not know who you would be married to.

Stupid Idiot.

By the time you landed, the sun was coming closer to the centre of the sky and you were ready to strangle your brothers. Honestly, you didn’t know who was more stupid. Your brother or whoever had signed the contract with him. Did they know you were a bastard of a highborn lady? That you had no knowledge of courts or needle-pointing. Sure, you could cook, but there had been plenty of times where your brothers had to take over to stop you from lighting the whole house on fire.

Nevermind.

You’d be gone by the morning after your wedding. You’d sail on the first boat out of the land and go anywhere else. You’d go anywhere else other than spend another second in the presence of some random man who had agreed to marry you without ever having met your brother.

Stepping off the boat, you already knew you stuck out.

You were dressed in simple clothing. A blue peasant dress with the cleanest white shirt you owned lay underneath. Meanwhile, others who stood by the docks and elsewhere from where you could see wore long flowing gowns, some leaving little to no imagination.

“Is this her?” you heard a voice ask before your brother reply.

“Yes, this is my sister.”

One of the other guards or servants - you didn’t really know who they were - stood in front of you. By this point, you had lowered the hood of your cloak showing the waves in your hair cascade down the back of you. Whoever he was, he began to lift a hand as if to touch you but you stopped him.

“Touch me and I will cut off your hand.”

“She’s feisty.”

Your brother scolded your name although you ignored him.

“Well, we can try and train that out of her.”

“You will do nothing of the sort.” you spoke firmly as you looked at the man in front of your brother.

The way they spoke to one another made you think that this was the man who had agreed to find you a husband.

Meanwhile, the man in front of you moved and stepped around you to walk to the ship. He came back moments later carrying your bags.

“If you would like to follow me,” the man in front of your brother said.

You didn’t feel like learning names. After all, you’d be gone by the day after your wedding. Perhaps you’d fake your death? That way your brother couldn’t get into trouble over “breaking his side of the agreement”.

You and your brother followed the man, who you’d come to learn was a Lord.

“My Lord, isn’t this the way to the palace?”

“Palace? Why are we going to the palace?”

“You are first to meet the Prince.”

“What on earth for?” you asked.

Your brother scolded your name again, but the Lord simply laughed. “Your brother has made a trade agreement with the Prince. Also, your brother is one of our biggest outside suppliers. You are both to pay your respects to him as he will to you.”

“Oh.”

By the time the doors to the main hall opened, all eyes suddenly turned to you and your brother and a walk through a room has never felt so long and so quiet.

“Just keep your hands by your sides and your mouth closed.”

“What for? I’m the one being married off.”

Your brother quietly pleaded your name. “I understand your frustrations.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Sister, please. The Lord said he would find you a suitable match.”

“You don’t even know who I’m marrying?!”

He spoke your name again. “I trust him. He has made many marriages.”

“Oh, good lord.” you rolled your eyes before you felt your brother's hand come across you and stop you in your tracks.

The Lord had stopped walking.

“Your highness.”

There were formalities exchanged between the two men before he turned around to introduce you both. Your brother bowed and, after knocking your arm, you curtsied.

“It seems her brothers have taught her more of their world than of her mothers, your grace.”

The Prince smiled. “That is alright. I’m sure her ladies will help her.”

“Ladies? What ladies?” you whispered to your brother.

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath before looking at your brother. “Am I marrying royalty?”

“I-I do not know.” he said before speaking a little louder. “I’m sorry, your grace. But, why would my sister need ladies?”

“Did the Lord not tell you?” The Prince stood. “Nevermind. Your sister will wed my brother.”

“What?” your brother could already hear the anger slicing through your voice which did not help the situation.

“Oh, for the love of-”

“There are worse fates, sister.”

“For you and I both.”

“I can assure you he will make your sister very happy. She will be well looked after and will live in comfort for the rest of her life.” The Prince explained. “You are one of our most trusted Merchants. Your fortune is built not from birth or blood but by courage and intelligence and I can only assume your sister is of the same breeding.”

“Breeding?”

“I am sure she will do good by my brother as he will with her. Perhaps they can teach each other a couple of things during their time together.”

“Like what?”

Your brother shushed you.

The Prince soon gave instructions on what was to happen and suddenly a woman dressed in a golden gown, her hair blonde and thrown back, pulled at your arm and led you out of the hall whilst your head tried to remain on your brother.

“It’s okay. You’ll be okay.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t bring my sword with me.”

That was the last thing you said to him and only him before you were pulled away and out of the doors.

From there, the day was spent having women rush in and out of a grand room which you had been told was all yours. They measured you for dresses, held fabric against your complexion, sighing every time it washed you out or was not bold enough.

You simply had to look at the fabric and know that you’d feel nothing but seen in them.

Sure, they were beautiful and rich. But you preferred something you knew would not tear when swinging around a sword. Though, you doubted you’d be able to do much of that.

It was only at sundown when everyone was rushing to set tables and help others that you managed to escape for a while. Your room was too big and despite its size, you felt like you were being swallowed whole.

You missed your home. You missed your room. You missed your father and baking in the kitchens as your brothers fought outside. You missed being able to walk outside and show them what they were doing wrong, only to send them all to the ground with your fighting style.

“Are we to expect your sister soon, Master Matthew?”

Matthew looked around nervously. “I have been told she is still taking everything in.”

“I suppose it is overwhelming, coming from such a small home.”

“Yes, your highness.”

Suddenly, from the other end of the table, Oberyn stood from his spot, wiping his mouth.

“Brother?”

“Please, eat without us.”

“Oberyn, leave her be.”

“I am simply going for a walk.”

Meanwhile, you were in the very back corner of the kitchen, flour dusted up your arms whilst the rolling pin pressed against the dough of the bread.

You didn’t look up but you heard someone enter before giving a command and the background noise of the kitchens seems to disappear within seconds.

“We have servants for that.”

You looked up and saw a man dressed in a golden robe walking towards you. You had seen his picture earlier that day, in the picture halls. You had asked worrying questions to one of the maids who had been helping you. She took you by the hand and showed you around some of the halls. She had also turned you to face his picture when you asked what he looked like.

“I like to do it myself.”

With the back of your hand, you pushed a stray hair from your face and continued to roll out the dough.

“You seem very independent.” Oberyn pointed out. “I saw you, earlier, in the hall. You seemed to be swearing at your brother. I take it you are not happy with this marriage alliance. Or perhaps it is me you are unhappy with?”

You hadn’t meant to, but you slammed the rolling pin down.

“Tell me, Prince Oberyn. How would you feel if you were pulled from the only home you had ever known. If you woke up one morning and found your entire family downstairs being secretive and quiet instead of their usual rowdy selves? Only to have them tell you that you are engaged and when you ask who, they cannot tell you for they do not know? Then, to have all your things packed and taken to a dock at first light where you sail for lord knows how many days before arriving and being told that you must behave in such a way that only makes you want to rebel and run away even more.”

“That last point I know somewhat of its feelings.” Oberyn said. “But the rest, you are right. I do not know what that is like.”

You broke your gaze from his, looking back to the dough in front of you. Your hands moved on their own, splitting the dough, rolling one half into a neat shape before scoring it with a knife.

“I feel the need to tell you that you are safe here,” Oberyn spoke your name and you looked at him. “You are free to walk where you want. You can write a thousand letters a day to your home and no-one will judge you for doing so. Your brother tells me you are the least lady-like woman he has ever known. I do not mean to offend, but I suppose you already think it true.”

You could only shrug. It was true. You didn’t know how to behave in a palace. You knew to use manners at a table, though you suspected they were vastly different compared to being sat at a beaten old wooden table at the Inn.

“I can have one of the maids teach you what you need to know. And I can promise you this, you will not always feel like a stranger on this land. One day, it might even feel like home. But, despite everything, I just hope that within this, we can be friends. Will you grant me that pleasure?” Oberyn said your name again and you couldn’t deny; there was something about the way he said your name. “Can we be friends?”

You thought about it for a moment, your brother's words echoing in your head.

There are worse fates, Sister.

Maybe it wasn’t a bad thing being friends with your future husband.

A week passed and within that, a lot had happened.

A maid, by the name of Summer, taught you the ways of the court and how the wedding would take place as well as helping you read over the past histories of the world. Most of it, you already knew.

“I may just be an Innkeeper’s daughter, but he made sure I could read and write just as well as I could cook and fight. Sometimes the pen can be mightier than the sword, he would argue.”

You had also found time to explore the grounds where you happened upon Oberyn training at a spot by the cliffs.

You had watched him from above for a while, Summer finding you and wishing to hurry you along.

“My lady, you should not have to watch this.”

“If you’re worried about me seeing violence, Summer, you must be forgetting I grew up with four brothers. I have seen my fair share of blood. Some of it my own.” you smiled before looking down as you heard your name being called.

You walked down the stairs with a nervous Summer before you found Oberyn stood at the bottom.

“You seem disgusted by my fighting?” he asked.

“Fighting? No. But how you fight? Yes.”

Oberyn smiled and squinted to shield his eyes from the glaring sun behind you. “Your brother told me you taught him a few things?”

“How long was this conversation with my brother?” you asked but Oberyn only chuckled.

“I had questions about my mystery bride. Forgive me for being curious.” From leaning against a rock, Oberyn presented you with a sword.

“Perhaps you could teach me a few things,”

“My lady-” Summer tried to protest but you simply smiled, taking the sword from him.

“It’s okay, Summer. If you feel the need to throw up, just simply look away. It’s what the stable boys used to do.”

From around your shoulders, you handed her your cloak and were only thankful that you had worn one of your own dresses that morning, rather than the Dornish choice.

Within a few swings of the sword against his own, Oberyn realised the seriousness of your fighting. This wasn’t a girl dreaming of being a warrior. This was a woman who knew what she was doing.

“I do not see many ladies fighting with a sword in their hand.”

“Good job I’m not a lady, then.”

“Where did you learn to fight like this? Your brothers?”

“My father actually.”

“Please, do explain. It’s not often a father teaches his daughter to fight like his boys.”

“Well, I suppose I should start at the beginning.”

And so you did.

“My, uh, my mother was high born. She had an affair with my father, only, she was married. So, when she gave birth to me, her husband brought me to my father. He took me in. He loved my mother despite everything. He was also the one who taught me how to cook. Always said a lady should know how to make a decent meal for herself.”

“But you’re no lady?” Oberyn echoed.

Your swords clashed together, and you cracked a smile.

“But I’m no lady.”

Your swords pushed upwards before you circled one another again.

“Anyway, when I was old enough, he taught me how to protect myself. Came in handy, too, for those men who could never seem to understand the word “no”, or “go away,” or “leave.”.”

“Everyone has a reason they begin to learn how to fight. Surely this cannot be the only one?

What was your reason?”

“What gives you that impression?”

“The look in your eyes,” Oberyn said. “The eyes are the window to the soul. And your soul tells me more.”

You contemplated it for a moment before smiling a little and continuing to fight against him. “There was a boy, outside of the governesses gates. He was being bullied so I stood up for him.”

“And your father?”

“When he found out, he was furious. Though, the child did continue to thank me.”

“Is he well?”

“No,” you said. “He died a few years later from an illness that no nurse across the whole of Westeros could cure. But he still thanked me for saving his life until his dying day.”

“And your father?”

“He asked me what I did and I told him. Then he showed me technique. A better one than I had used and by the time I was strong enough, I began fighting against my brothers. My father was widowed, six months before he and my mother began their relationship.”

“Did they go easier on you?” Oberyn asked you as he put some more power behind his swing.

“They tried.” you smiled. “But I gave them a hell of a beating for doing so.”

“I could only guess as much.”

The following movements, you could feel the scales tipping to his advantage only, with your experience, as he believed himself to be winning, you used his power against him until finally his sword was knocked out of his hand and he was leaning against a rock with the edge of your sword to his throat.

“Do you yield?”

“Yes,” he smiled with a breathy laugh. “I yield.”

You nodded, withdrawing your sword and lowering it.

“You are quite the swordsman. Or should I say swordswoman?”

“Thank you.”

“And an excellent fighter. It is a shame there is no opening for the KingsGuard.”

“Please,” you smiled. “This is my enjoyment. Only when you make something a job does it become work.”

“Well said, my lady.”

That was when a squire came running to alert you both that you were hotly called for in the main hall.

Whilst Oberyn kissed your hand, saying goodbye for now, Summer pulled you off towards your chambers where you washed down and changed your clothing before being walking, this time alone, into the main hall.

You had at least two dozen or more pairs of eyes on you as you stood clear in the centre when another Lord walked closer to you whilst, from the corner of your eye, you saw Oberyn sat at the altar with the other members of the council and his family.

A man, who you assumed was maester from his dressing, circled you as if examining every inch of you. He seemingly poked and prodded you a couple of times and moved your hair from your shoulder to move it behind you before rounding you and coming to your other side and just as he was about to touch you again, you spoke.

“If you touch me again, I will cut off your hand.”

Your eyes did not break from his, even when his eye line was distracted by Oberyn when he spoke.

“I would listen to her.” He said. “I’ve seen her with a sword.”

The man looked back to you until he saw not only the truth in Oberyn’s words but the truth in your eyes. From there, he slowly retracted his hand from your personal space and turned towards the Prince.

“She seems fit, your highness.”

“She has a name! She’d also prefer you to use it than talk as if she is not even in the room!”

The maester looked to you, for a moment, in shock. Then, he turned to his Prince who took a moment, looking to his own wife before looking back.

“She has a good point, Maester. She is right here, in front of your eyes. I’m sure you’re aware of that.”

So, repeating his words, the Maester, this time, used your name.

A few days later, the wedding took place.

It was a rather grand affair. Your father had sailed in for the occasion, walking you down the aisle. Vows were shared and by the time the reception came around, you couldn’t have felt more overwhelmed.

Sure, you had gotten used to the place since you arrived. But it didn’t feel like home. And now, it was your home. You were married to one of the Princes. You have become a Princess. No longer the Innkeeper’s daughter but Oberyn Martell’s wife.

Thankfully, however, when people were entertained with wine and spirits and entertainment, Oberyn pulled you from your seat and took you away from all the noise and bustle of the wedding.

Instead, the pair of you walked past servants who were ordered to remain quiet over your whereabouts whilst he led you into a section of the garden that was hidden away from almost everyone.

“Thank you.”

“I may like the wine, but it is not often I like the company of so many people.”

Every nobel of the land, you swore, was there. Them and every mistress and child they ever had.

Most of this time, alone, was spent in quiet solitude until.

“Dance with me.”

You looked up to your husband.

Husband. That would take some getting used to.

“What?”

“I can hear the music from here. Please, dance with me?”

Sighing a little, you rested your hand in his as he helped you up and together you both danced to the distant music.

Oddly enough, it was rather nice. To dance in the arms of someone who knew what they were doing. Though, you supposed fighting was a little like dancing. The movement rehearsed but just always in a different order.

“Tonight, you understand what is to happen?”

You looked up to him.

“You know what happens between a man and wife on their wedding night-”

“I grew up with four brothers, Oberyn. If you’re trying to be gentle on the subject, you should know there isn’t much I haven’t already heard.”

Oberyn cracked a smile before continuing. “The reason I bring it up is not to scare you but tell you, I will not touch you in that way, until the day that you ask me to.”

“And what if I never do?”

“Then…we will convince the Maester that you cannot bear my children and we shall have to adopt. There are many high borns who have not been blessed with children whether intentionally or not.”

You smiled.

There are worse fates, Sister

“Thank you, Oberyn.”

“I enjoy having you as my friend, as well as my wife. I’d rather have a lifetime of shared happiness than a night of misery.”

You smiled at him. “You’re a good man, Oberyn. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.”

“Though, there isn’t much I can do about the bed situation tonight, so we may share if you like. Though, I hope you don’t snore.”

“Not as bad as my brothers,”

Oberyn smiled, “I suppose that will have to do.”

Despite the initial awkwardness of sharing a bed, it wasn’t long until you fell asleep to the sound of the waves coming from the open windows and by the time you woke in the morning, you found Oberyn asleep beside you.

You watched him for a few moments before turning your head to the open windows where the light fabric of the curtains blew inside from the open balcony. He must have woken in the night and drew back the heavier curtains that had lay there last night.

10 days ago, you had been adamant on leaving. On escaping the morning after your wedding. Instead, you still remained in bed. And once Oberyn woke, you remained in bed talking to him as he explained the next few days to you and what would happen.

“And how long is it going to last? The honeymoon?”

“Until the next full moon.”

“A month?”

“Was there a full one last night?”

You thought back for a moment before nodding.

“Then, yes.”

However, what Oberyn didn’t tell you was that when he could not sleep last night and he stepped outside, his eyes remained on the sky and the full moon before he followed its light which he found gently landed on you and your sleeping beauty.

“Oh, and.”

You felt yourself laugh as Oberyn stood from the bed and quickly crossed the room and came back with some kind of red fruit which he called Pomegranate. Except, rather than eating its seeds, he removed some and crushed them until its juices dripped onto the bed sheets.

“To avoid suspicion.”

You hummed in slight delight as he covered both of your tracks surrounding the wedding night.

Over the next month, your friendship with Oberyn continued to grow and blossom. At night, you’d both sneak to the kitchens where you’d teach him what your father taught you.

Each morning, the staff would find either bread or small cakes baked especially for them and although there was no signature on the note, they had come to know your baking.

During the days, he’d take you to different places in Dorne, explaining its history and talking about his sister and other members of his family. Sometimes you’d watch him train and fight and most times, it would end with you stepping in and fighting against him.

And, finally, on the quiet days, he’d come and dance with you in the gardens until the day he asked you to teach him how to dance. You didn’t know much in terms of dancing but what you did have knowledge in was simple enough to teach.

Pressing palms together, you both stepped inside and back out, all the while slowly turning in a circle. You held the bottom of your dress out of the way of your feet as you did so.

As you both walked through the steps, you felt something change inside of you. Simply being under his gaze, you felt…nervous. Vulnerable. Like he could read the parts of your soul you didn’t even know you had yet.

And when he found a name for you…one that only he called you by…your feelings felt as if they were drowning and soaring all at once.

“I would like for you to formally meet my wife, my dove,” Oberyn introduced you to the second happy couple at a wedding you were both attending across the island.

The bride smiled at you and gave her greetings before the formalities of wedding and relationship talk began.

From there, he began to use it more often.

At first, you found it very apt. After all, you were the olive branch between The Agreement for Trade. But you came to learn it was more than that.

“In this messy world, you are my peace, my dove.”

Oberyn had told you that as speeches were made and you both sat together away from the head table. There were talks of how messy the world had gotten, it was nice to have a shining bright and hopeful future to come with the match of the bride and groom.

From there, you leaned into his body as his arm lay against the back of your chair. You took his hand that lay in his lap and held it before kissing his cheek.

It was after that you tried to keep yourself breathing. Any time you were close to him, your breath would catch in your throat and your mind would run wild - and at the most inopportune times. And when you would lie beside him at night, you could only think how easier it could have been if you had stayed awake past him and escaped.

Maybe then you wouldn’t have had to deal with your feelings for him.

For a week, months after the wedding you had attended together, Oberyn found himself waking each morning without you beside him. So, rather than wait for you, assuming you had gone to clear your head or gone to a lesson with Summer, he went in search of you.

He’d seen a change in you, the last couple of months. At first, he gathered it was a coincidence. Perhaps even an act. After all, you were both yet to consummate the marriage

but still had to convince people of your marital status.

But then he saw the look in your eyes when he had called you by the name he referred to you as to other people, in front of you.

Despite what your expression could hide with masterly skill - something you had explained your brothers had taught you as “a warrior should always be able to hide their emotions when in a battle.”. You had echoed this when sparring with him one afternoon in the setting sun.

Your hair was loose from the braids Summer had placed in your hair that morning and you still had soil and gravel under some of your nails from being in the garden earlier that day.

And, perhaps, to others, you would look a mess.

But he never found you more beautiful than how you looked when you were fighting against him or when you cooked with him. Your hair, usually neat, messy and your fingers and arms either dusted in dirt or flour.

So, when he found you by the waters edge one morning, away from the servants and the palace and simply in your own little world, he stayed back for a while and admired your form. How you danced across the floor, your sword swinging and slicing the air in front of you.

“I missed you this morning, my dove.”

You stopped your movements and slowed down. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Your mind would not rest?”

You tried your best to keep your gaze from him and he could tell. “No.”

“If you have a problem, is it not my job to fix that?”

“And what if you are my problem?”

You had clearly, to him, been arguing with yourself in your head as you fought the air with your sword. He was just happy he might finally understand the truth of why and might know if he was right in his thinking of why.

“Please, explain this concept to me.”

“God, you’re insufferable.”

“How so?”

“This! By doing…whatever it is that you are doing.”

“I am just standing here.”

“And that is half of my problem.”

“I am doing nothing.”

“You’re doing something.”

“Then, please, my dove, tell me what it is that I am doing.”

“I don’t know what it is! But it is something. You do something to be, Oberyn. You…confuse me.”

“Confuse you?”

“Yes, you confuse me. One moment, I am your friend. Next, I am your dove. At times, I do not care where you are but then I do. I care to know where you are and what you are doing. I go from liking you to hating your guts.”

“Why, my dove?”

“Because you are making this place feel like home to me.” you said. “When I first arrived, before I knew about you and about…everything, I was planning to run away. That the morning after my wedding, I would sneak on the next boat out of here and…fake my death. My brother would not have broken his contract and I could be free and not be somebody’s wife. But, instead of that, I spend every morning waking to your face and wishing that when you’d open your eyes you’d kiss me. You’d kiss me as if I was more than just your friend. That I was your wife.”

“You are my wife. You are my dove.”

“And that is another thing. I am your dove. I nearly slit a boy’s throat once because he called me sweetheart. But not with you. For some reason, with you, I wish to keep hearing it. I wish to keep hearing your voice talking to me, telling me stories, asking me questions, commanding your opponents.”

“So…you’re confused that you don’t wish to slit my throat? I think you’ll find I have that effect on people.”

“I’m being serious, Oberyn.”

“So am I, my dove.”

You found him walking closer to you but you could only keep your focus on the handle of your sword.

“First and foremost, I am your friend but there are times when…when I wish for more.”

“Why not tell me, dove?”

“Because I cannot get involved with-”

“We are married, are we not?” Oberyn asked.

“By alliance. Not…not by love.”

“My dove, look at me.” Oberyn commanded before placing a finger beneath his chin. And once your eyes met his, he saw clear into you. “What if I told you that had changed?”

“Please…don’t, Oberyn.”

“Why not let yourself fall? I know your feelings, my dove. I share them, too. Let yourself fall. I promise I will catch you.”

“Oberyn…”

“Let me kiss you. If you find your feelings stronger than another, then I will let you walk away. But if you don’t…stay with me.”

The last time you and Oberyn had kissed had been at your own wedding. But even then, it was quick. Simple.

This was anything but.

Despite his feelings rushing out of him faster than he could handle, the kiss was not violent. It was desperate. He was desperate. Desperate to prove to you that the feelings you felt were not only valid, but shared. That, for as long as you had been trying to put off and ignore the fact you were falling in love with him, he had fallen long ago.

In fact, the days before your wedding, he had fallen in love.

He already knew from the stories your brother had told him when asked that you were unlike any girl he would ever meet. And when he saw you in the hall, and saw you with the fury of murder in your eyes against your brother, he smiled. You were not soft or weak. Instead, you were only soft around those who you granted trust to. He was a first hand witness to that, in the late hours when you’d both lay on the bed together and he’d ask you questions of your childhood. You became relaxed and you laughed with him over tales of your brothers and everything they had done and the moments you had saved them. But, with that, you also told him of the darker moments, where you had to save yourself and your brothers or father would take care of the rest.

It was in those moments he wished he had met you sooner. He would kill anyone who tried to harm you.

He knew he found you attractive the first time you sparred together. The look in your eyes, the concentration, the fight you had. Not only were you a good competitor but an excellent partner.

Soon after that, he was long gone.

The way you handled the Maester. How you handled one of the guards when they made Summer uncomfortable under their gaze. He pretended not to see, but he did. He saw it all. And he couldn’t have been more in love.

By the time he pulled away, your hands were still locked onto his clothing holding him close.

“Do you feel your mind has changed, my dove?”

When he saw your reaction the first time he called you dove, he knew you were beginning to feel the same.

“Promise you’ll catch me?”

Oberyn smiled. “I promise, my dove.”

Pulling him back in, you kissed him once more only to feel his hands wrap around your back and pull you flush against him and yet you still felt far from him. He turned you slightly so your backside pressed against the lower wall where he lifted you to sit before leaning into you a little more as your legs wrapped around the back of his.

You were both thankful, though you doubted Oberyn cared much, that where you were, no-one usually came. For, despite your marital status, someone would still call your situation scandalous.

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