Pedro Pascal+characters one shots part 2

Oberyn Martell-Princess Of Dorne part two

You're slowly warming up to this handsome and charismatic man that you were forced into a marriage with.

But you still don't trust him and still struggle with loneliness and despair.

Some swearing and innuendo.

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Every day feels the same. Nothing changes. You awaken every morning and dine in the royal banquet room with your...husband. (You hate saying that. The word tastes sour on your tongue.)

Once you've finished eating, you usually escape out to the gardens and walk around, listless and lonely. Oberyn has offered many times to walk with you. Or he'll ask you if perhaps you'd care for a carriage ride. Or a horseback ride.

You always politely decline. The less time you must spend in the presence of Oberyn Martell, the better. Yes, it's true that he's be most kind to you since you arrived here.

But you know how he can be. That he's prone to...violence on occasion. That likes to enjoy his fun with others, even in unnatural ways. You try not to dwell on those. It makes you want to vomit.

Although you're lonely, you prefer the solitude. At least that way, if you fail to compose yourself, no one will be around to see your disgrace.

You wander listlessly around the garden, wondering if you'll ever feel at home in such a foreign place. Dorne is very different from your home. It's always hot here and it makes you long for the cool days of your home.

You hear someone coming. Footsteps crunching through the dry and hard ground. You turn. Oberyn. You can't seem to stop yourself from tensing up at the sight of him.

You don't want to be afraid of him. Yet you are. He smiles uncertainly as he slowly approaches you. It reminds you of someone, as they might approach a wild and trapped animal. With caution and healthy respect for the beast.

"I came to see if perhaps you'd care for a ride to the lake?" Oberyn says. "It's dreadfully warm out today. Surely, you'd like some relief?"

The thought of immersing yourself in a cool lake for a while sounds like heaven. Except....does Oberyn think that he'll have his way with you if you agree?

"I'll come," you say. "Only if you promise not to...force anything on me."

"I promise." Oberyn reaches for your hand and your first instinct is pull away. However, his touch is so light and gentle, that you decide to allow this once.

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The lake is refreshing and for a little while, you can forget about how depressed and lonely you are.

Oberyn swims along with you, although he makes no attempt to try and touch you in any way, other than to assist you, if you need it.

He talks about everything. (Everything except what you probably should be talking about. You and...him.)

The thing is, you feel out of place here. You don't entirely understand your role in this game that you've suddenly been thrown into. Yes, you're Oberyn's wife and the key to keeping peace between your kingdoms.

However, you wonder if there's more to it than just sitting around, looking pretty and smiling for everyone. Or just making Oberyn look good in the eyes of the other nobles.

He swims closer to you. You try to give a sincere smile, although you know damn well that it probably doesn't quite come off that way.

"This is one of my favorite places to come to," Oberyn tells you. You stare at him, drinking in every little detail of his face. You can see the weariness lurking behind his beautiful dark eyes and it surprises you some.

"Thank you for sharing this with me," you say and Oberyn's face lights up.

"Of course! You're my wife now. I want to share my innermost thoughts with you. I can only hope that in time, you'll do the same with me. "

You swim back to shore, Oberyn trailing behind. A servant wraps a towel around you as you settle down on the blanket. Oberyn drops down next you and reaches for some wine and food.

"I know I haven't been the ideal wife for you, Prince Oberyn," you say quietly. "I shall try to do better in the future."

"That's all I could ask of you, Y/N, my love." He takes your hand and raises it to his lips, barely brushing his lips over your knuckles. A shiver of desire courses through your body.

Other than the wedding night, when you were forced to consecrate your marriage to Oberyn for the sake of your kingdoms, you've had no sexual intercourse with him. It's as though Oberyn is trying to prove to you that's not necessarily the violent man that everyone makes him out to be.

"I would love to make love to you, my princess," Oberyn says softly. You tense up, glancing around at the servants. Oberyn seems to understand what you mean.

"Not here. But perhaps, later tonight, when we're completely alone? Would you consider it?"

"Yes, my Prince Oberyn. I shall." He smiles and you find yourself becoming drawn to him, in a way that you never expected to.

You reach for your own portion of food and slowly begin to eat. There's a cool breeze coming off of the lake and you shiver.

Oberyn slides closer and reaches for a a blanket to gently wrap around you. He gazes into your eyes and for a brief moment, you forget everything.

"Is that better?" he asks softly, his fingers barely grazing your chin. You shiver again. You nod, breaking eye contact with Oberyn. Perhaps you were wrong about him. Perhaps you need to give Oberyn Martell another chance.

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You're frightened by the very idea of Oberyn making love to you. You're shaking and you want no part of this.

"If you're not ready, my love, we won't. " You stare at Oberyn and lean in, gently kissing him. His hands immediately clutch your body. Tightly. You jerk, pulling away.

"I apologize." Oberyn looks chastised and you feel badly. But could anyone really blame you for being frightened. Especially after all those rumors that you heard concerning Oberyn and his...fun?

"Don't," you whisper. "Just please don't be...rough. I couldn't bear that."

"I shall try to be as gentle as I can." Oberyn kisses you and you allow him to finally have his way with you.

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Afterwards, you lie there, your body intertwined with...Prince Oberyn's. You didn't think you could ever allow yourself to do such a thing.

You worry that since you've allowed Oberyn to have this, will he expect you to continue to perform more often?

"I won't allow you to have this all the time," you hear yourself saying. "Only if you're been behaving yourself."

Oberyn chuckles and you don't like that. Is he making this into a mockery?

"I understand. I won't expect it every night." He raises himself up on his elbow and you can see the mischief in his eyes.

"Although I would like to be able to make love to my wife every now and then." Oberyn kisses you.

You roll away from him, turning your back on him and closing your eyes. You let your guard down enough for one day. You just want to sleep in bliss and forget that you're still lonely and sad and still long for your old home and life.