Streaks Of Silver (Game of Thrones)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Morals...

Litha would confront Jaime, of course over the matter. Though, she already knew why he'd said nothing. To keep his children and his family's legacy safe...

She wouldn't exactly be pleased however, even if she understood...

"Your Grace?" a lady in waiting spoke to her in the gardens as she sat writing letters while her guards played cards on the table in front of her.

"Yes?" she acknowledged, but did not look up until her guards paused in their game.

Nervously, the young lady bowed and spoke, "Prince Oberyn of House Martell and Mistress Ellaria Sand, here to speak with you," the girl introduced them as Litha took in the sight of the Prince and his paramour.

"I'm told the Mountain will be extradited to my country after the wedding...and that it is your doing, Queen Visenya," Oberyn said as Litha mirrored his reverent expression, "Surely, you desire something in return, no?" he felt there had to be a catch, but Litha shook her head, motioning for her Dothraki to return to their game.

"Only that you make it hurt and make it last when you kill him," she responded bluntly, to Oberyn's surprise.

"Why do this for Dorne?" he asked, "You are not one of my countrymen. Nor are you Elia's child," he needed to understand as she set her quill into the well of ink beside her to rest.

"I did it, because it was the right thing to do, Prince Oberyn...to honor the family I was never allowed to know, because of what Gregor Clegane did to your sister and my half-siblings," she told him the truth, "I may not have always known my true name, but because of that, I believe in using one's influence to make the world a better place rather than pool power for my own gain...and the world will be that much brighter without that depraved, vicious thing sucking air for one minute longer than need be to feel the extent of the necessary consequences of his crimes," she finished and Oberyn's smile warmed at this.

Gesturing toward her then, he chuckled, "I never thought I'd meet a Targaryen with standard morals and yet, here you sit, your Highness," he said and turned to Ellaria who was overjoyed beyond measure.

"High praise, given the family I come from," she mused with a light laugh, "Though, I imagine the lack of parental incest also somewhat helped with my developmental disposition," Litha remarked on her family's past, causing a few of her fellows to snort as both Ellaria and Oberyn did.

Oberyn then hummed in content, "It is said you're the finest swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms...would you care to put that to the test this evening?" he proposed then, putting a grin on her face...

"I would like that, very much."

***

Finally, when the wedding arrived, Litha would attend in a gown of silver beneath scaled chainmail draped over her, shining just as brightly. Her hair braided back with black threads in a Dothraki fashion with a crown atop her head of silver, white pearls and polished, jewel-shaped settings of dragon glass coming to a point in the center of its elegant, streamlined design...

"Well...?" she spoke up upon stepping out of her chambers to find him waiting with her guards just down the hall. Jaime himself dressed in a dark grey tunic with a gold brocade, black trousers and dark brown boots.

Though, the moment he laid eyes on her, he was too stunned to speak. Eyes wide at the sight, "You..." he tilted his head to the side, eyes roving over her at the thought of how much time it might take to get her out of the chainmail. Or just how much noise it might make if he left it on, "...You look..." he still couldn't quite find the words as she looked down at herself.

"This is just about the most expensive get-up I've ever worn, but it's meant to send a message on top of keeping me safe, so..." she wasn't sure of it until Jaime swallowed his tongue and stepped up to her.

Raising her chin, to her confusion, Jaime would kiss her soundly. Litha giggling against him, wondering what was wrong until he pulled away, "You look transcendent, as always, my Queen...especially in chainmail," he told her quietly, making her laugh.

"As did Visenya the First, as I understand," she mused then, tracing the line of his tunic collar with her fingers. Straightening it before meeting his eye with a grin, "You look dashing as ever, by the way," she told her betrothed before kissing him again, a little more softly then a moment ago.

Jaime would then offer his arm with his golden hand to her, the girl linking her elbow in his. The two of them then walking on, out of the Red Keep. On to the Sept of Baelor for Joffrey's wedding ceremony...