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Chapter Eight: Unstable Courage

* LIGHT SMUT WARNING*

Laughing and giggling, you and Oberyn stumbled into your room. You shouldn't have drunk that much at dinner but you needed it to face Doran. It seems as though as you were drinking goblet after goblet, Oberyn made it into a silent competition, trying his best to keep up. It was only until he raised his brow at you during the dinner you realised he turned it into a game and you were instantly in on it.

"You know...for a dragon...you drink a lot," He said as you swayed over to your small table while Oberyn took a seat in one of your many chairs with thick pillows and soft, fur blankets.

"When Aerys is your father, you have to drink to get through breakfast with him telling his guards to 'BURN THEM ALL'," You exaggerated, picking up two glass goblets in one hand and a jug of wine in your other. Oberyn laughed at your comment.

"Your father...how was he?"

"Harsh," You began, sitting down in the chair in front of him, setting down the glasses on the small table. "But he did love me, he loved me much more than my other siblings. I think I became his favourite once Rhagar left for Lyanna," You began to pour the wine into the goblets, the crimson liquid shining beautifully in the candlelight in your chambers. "He always wanted what was best for me...even if I didn't like the outcome," You place down the jug and he picks up his glass and so do you, leaning back into the large pillows and looking out of your window. "Such as being here,"

"You don't like it here?"

"Trust me, I love it here. The sights, the smells, the colours...the peace,"

"But?"

"But I don't want to be forced into a marriage with someone who pretends to love me," You bring the glass to your lips and drink some of the rich wine, the liquid burning the back of your throat slightly. "Knowing he is dead, I can easily break off this marriage, return to Kingslanding or Winterfell...and marry someone I love,"

"So why not break the marriage?"

"My brother didn't marry the woman he was courted with. My father went mad after that. I suppose I don't want to disappoint him, even though he's dead," Oberyn nodded and lifted the glass and drank from it.

"I suppose your family also ruined you and not just the other houses," You scoffed, refilling your glass.

"You're telling me," You look down. "I barely saw my sister and my brother. They left when I was young. My other brother Rhagar didn't stick around long and married Lyanna," You sighed. "And now my best friend murdered my father and now I'm stuck here," You drained the glass again. "I have a maid who is obsessive about this stupid wedding, a husband who doesn't care about me, a brother-in-law who acts more like a husband and a bodyguard...actually...Sphax is great, nothing's wrong with him,"

"I act like a husband?" He quizzed. You looked up at him and you saw a charming smirk planted on his face. His face. You couldn't stop staring at his smooth, chocolate skin and dark brown hair. His nicely trimmed beard perfectly outlined his face and his doe brown eyes twinkled with mischief under the soft candlelight.

"I...well...uh," You stutter. You are thankful you have drunk a lot because you can blame your stuttering and blazing cheeks on the drinks, not your sparking love for the Dornish prince. "I mean...here you are...listening to me about my feelings. You've protected me twice, gave me a dagger and this necklace," Your fingers grazed over the black gemstone wrapped within a small silver snake.

"Do you see me as a husband figure?" Your eyes snapped back up to him as he placed down his empty glass.

"I-"

"Tell me, (Y/N), what am I to you?" He says in a deep yet seductive and suggestive tone.

"You need to drink another glass, I'm still one ahead of you," You whisper.

"Come here, I can't hear you," You can tell he's begun to sober up but you know you haven't. You can feel all your advice and your inside voice that is screaming 'stop' become buzzing noises in the background. You pick yourself up and instead of sitting beside him, you straddle his lap, lazily wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands came to settle on your waist, a small smirk on his lips.

"I said, you need to drink another glass, I'm still one ahead of you,"

"Well...we need to change that," He whispered back, leaning closer to you that your lips brush each other's ever so gently. You can't help the aching feeling in your womanhood, that same feeling you had when you and Jaime spent that night together.

"Oberyn," You whispered, your breaths mingling together. Though his original idea was to tease you and to pull away, just showing he was reaching to grab his goblet, as soon as your lips brushed his, that idea was instantly gone.

"(Y/N)," He breathes out your name. His voice is rough and accent thick as he speaks your name making butterflies flutter in your stomach.

You can't help but ease the tension between your legs by rocking your hips, your womanhood rubbing against his thighs. He notices what you're doing and he clenches his jaw, his hands trailing up your back and pulling at the laces holding your gown up.

You lift your arms and allow your gown to fall from the top half of your body, exposing your breast to Oberyn. He flexes his leg beneath you and a soft moan escapes your lips as you throw your head back.

"Suenas hermosa cuando gimes," He growls. You look down at him to see his eyes glaze over with lust. You begin to rock your hips faster as his hands trail up your bare waist and cup your breast. He locks eyes with you before he moves forward, taking your nipple into his mouth.

A louder moan leaves your lips as he rolls the bud in his mouth with such amazing and experienced skills. He moves away and gives your other breast the same attention.

You comb your fingers through his dark, soft locks of hair, bucking your hips faster while he flexes the muscles in his leg. You feel a familiar yet forgotten feeling in your lower abdomen.

"Oberyn," You gasp but before the knot snaps, a loud knock at your door snaps you into reality.

"Milady? Are you hurt? I heard some groaning and I was just wondering if you needed-"

"I'm fine, thank you, Scarlett,"

"Okay, milady, goodnight,"

"You too," You say, pulling up your gown and pulling yourself off Oberyn. While he curses in a foreign language, you find yourself a silk dressing gown to cover yourself. You look over at Oberyn has he stands up, licking his lips. You walk over to him and open your mouth to apologise but he stops you by pressing one of his warm fingers to your lips.

"Don't apologise, my little dragon," He leans closer to your ear. "Next time, we won't be interrupted," His voice goes deeper. "Next time, you'll need Scarlett as you won't be able to walk," He presses a kiss to the side of your head "Goodnight, my (Y/N)," He says before swiftly leaving. You can still feel his lips on your breast and his firm thigh against your throbbing and aching vagina. You watch as he leaves, winking at you before closing the door. You smile to yourself.

"So there'll be a next time," You say with a large smile, not thinking about any consequences the next occurrence would bring with Doran and Oberyn. You change into a sleeping gown and slipping into your bed, dealing with the ache between your legs before drifting off into a deep yet good sleep.