the Red Viper’s question had him suddenly softly gasping, as though he’d recalled a very important detail — and he had, for the most part. glancing around, Jon scouted the room for the worn out leather bag he’d brought along all the way over from Castle Black, frowning worriedly when it was nowhere to be found — at least from his current position on the bed.

‘ Prince Oberyin… when i was brought here, were my belongings taken as well? ‘

          there’d been no riches there — a spare black tunic and spare black breeches, along with some slabs of salt beef and a couple apples he’d been graciously given while passing the Reach, and the small purse with his silver. but aside all that, there’d been a jar filled with vinegar with a writhing black hand within… Jafer Flower’s hand, that Ghost had tore out of the sworn brother’s corpse. 

‘ i was sent by Lord Commander Mormont to show something to King Joffrey… and to other higher lords, in case he paid us no heed. so i thought about Prince Doran Martell. the Night’s Watch is in dire need of men and weapons, and i was to bring proof of the threat we are facing. ‘

             She shifts under his gaze, the way his eyes trail over her. He has an AIR about him that intrigues her, that sense of CONFIDENCE and sheer determination to get whatever he desires. His laugh suggests the very notion of it. But is it HER he desires ? Surely, she must look a fool to him. A flower UNTOUCHED in a bed of curling weeds.

               A light laugh falls from plush lips, molten gaze fluttering down as if it could somehow HIDE her blush further.     “ Then I suppose it is good news that I came here ALONE. I would not wish to start a quarrel my first time here and risk TAINTING my reputation ! ”

             Elia cannot help but roll her eyes at her brother’s hands on her shoulders, still treating her as if she’s a CHILD no matter that she’s older than him, no matter that she must go out and live her own life.

             Her hands grab hold of his, bring the  to her lips so she may kiss his knuckles.  ❝ I am not asking you to risk your life, brother. ❞  She speaks softly, as mother did when they were children and Elia would run after her brother until she was out of breath and thought she would stop breathing all together.  ❝ I am only asking you to allow me to live my own. You may disapprove of him but Prince Rhaegar is a good man and heir to Westeros, how can you not think this is a good match? ❞  

             She’s not getting any younger and she fears the marriage proposals will begin to dwindle, especially if anything with the crown prince fizzles out. Please, Oberyn.  ❝ If it makes you feel better, I promise to write to you IMMEDIATELY if my lord husband to be is anything less than princely but I need to go. ❞  And not just because mother has so decided. She has been waiting for this chance her entire LIFE, to not have all of Sunspear’s eyes on her fearing the little princess would hurt herself, to go and see the world. Why can’t Oberyn understand?

“A man who would refuse a drink is not a man worth knowing, I’m sure you’d agree.”

He’d never met the Dornian prince before, at least not at a time when he was capable of making memories, and so he took the opportunity to examine the man now sitting opposite him. He seemed a decent sort of man, to the best of Tyrion’s knowledge; he wasn’t immediately mocking the dwarf’s height, which was a good start.

“Is it wrong for a man to have a sense of adventure, a longing to know the world? I imagine you must have seen plenty of remarkable sights over your years, Prince Oberyn. Trading tales is a particular habit of mine, as you’ll soon discover.”

With the smallest hint of a grin curled around his lips, Tyrion raised his chalice high into the air.

“To adventure, and may we always find it.”

“Oberyn,” his name is more tired sigh than a word as they walked, the open shopping center was just starting to get crowded, the shops lining the wide cobble walkway between open with people walking in and out in a less than steady flow. “I am not asking Doran if to borrow his car for you. If you want to borrow it, you ask him.” She looked to her younger brother, a small smile on her lips, “You could always borrow my ‘soccer mom SUV’ to take Ellaria out.” She teased with a soft laugh.

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oh there is. it seems that everything in his world is stopping him, but he is sailing past caring witch each moment that this man stands in front of him. his advisers whisper to him; this is not the moment to start a relationship, especially with a painter.  risk everywhere, they say, and he is inclined to agree. GOD,  but he looks at OBERYN and sees love and hope spanning the rest of his life. and he is falling,   falling,   falling in love with every moment they spend together. 

       ‘  OBERYN.  ’  name falls from lips like a prayer, and he is no religious man but he would worship his painter until the world ends if it would solidify all that they have. fingers reach out, gentle ghost touches to the other’s hand, for he does not know if this is allowed now they stand in these places. 

           It seemed to have been one turn of bad luck after another in Margaery Tyrell’s life. Her family knew now that it would be a life cut short if House Tyrell did not pull out of King’s Landing. Loras was taken home and at first they thought to do the same for Margaery. Still they knew it would not be safe for her to be so close to the Lannisters in case they did not take well to all of this.

          The arrangements were made with House Martel and she left for Dorne the next day. It was not how she thought her life would go but after everything that had happened she thought Dorne was better than being buried in King’s Landing The journey there had taken what felt like ages so when she arrived the young woman was relieved to be on solid ground again.

         As she left the ship she expected to see guards waiting to take her up to where she would be staying. She was happily surprised though to see Oberyn Martel there waiting for her. She made her way over to the man, flashing him a kind smile as she did

                 “Lord Oberyn- thank you for coming to greet me it seems I am already being warmly welcomed into Dorne.” She told him before looking to city before her. Her attention then went back to the man, shaking off his sad words with a simple hand motion. “I will take this as an opportunity to enjoy your beautiful home. Thank you for taking me in, my Lord. I know it was not ideal but House Tyrell appreciates it.”

         Cersei has become accustomed to leading the way. “Some say that only a  Lannister could love Casterly Rock,  but everyone who has seen it seems  to love the Sunset Sea,” she says, moving down staircases and through hallways until they are outdoors.  “We have made good timing,  it seems.  You shall see this particular sea’s namesake if we stay for an hour or so.” Perhaps even short- er;  in any case,  soon the sun will sink to the horizon and paint the sky brilliant shades  of  orange and pink, reflected upon the water like a  masterful  painting.

         They reach the dunes soon enough, and Cersei removes her slippers and hitches  up  her skirts with expert hand; she has visited this  shore  enough  to know how to enjoy it best. Over the dunes through well-worn path, and the ex- panse  of  beach  lies  before  them.  “I have always loved the sea,”   she  says. “When I was young,  my mother and father used to bring Jaime and I down for picnics  on  the shore. We would pick through the tide pools for  creatures  and shells  and  splash around in the shallows. Since Mother’s passing,  visits  have been… quieter.” A slight pause. “But no less frequent.”