Rags to Riches - Oberyn Martell AU

Chapter 3

"Clean her up." Oberyn ordered a group of maids in the castle. "Dress her in the finest, softest fabrics. Use the most expensive soap we possess and clean every single crevice of her body. Treat her as your princess."

The maids nodded, though a bit confused. Jayne's hair was down to her hips because she simply didn't have time to cut it, nor wash it. Her face and body were dirty, and her clothes were tattered rags. But, somehow, the maids were able to turn her into a princess fit for Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne. She was dressed in a gorgeous orange dress and her hair was twisted into delicate braids on her head. She gasped as she looked into the mirror, not even able to recognize herself.

"You look beautiful, my lady." One of the maids said humbly.

"You, uh, you don't have to call me that. Just call me Jayne." Jayne tried to smile. "Uh... please."

"If you insist, Miss Jayne."

"No, I m-"

"Beloved?"

All of the maids and Jayne turned their heads towards the door that Oberyn's voice came through.

"He's calling you." The maid whispered.

"Um, yes? My- uh- my prince?"

He opened the door, his pupils dilating as he saw her. "Look at you."

He whispered, running his hands down her arms and raking his eyes up and down her body. Her face turned bright pink. She definitely felt a reaction in her lower stomach to Oberyn's touch. He brushed his fingers across her cheek gazing longingly at his beautiful bride. His fingers traced her lips and he finally gave into his craving to taste them. Jayne's eyes widened, then shut as she let Prince Oberyn have his way with her. He kissed him back, gripping his forearms. He pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers.

"We wed tonight."

"T-tonight? Isn't that kinda soon?"

He ran his hand down her chest, and Jayne could definitely feel herself getting aroused, but she kept a straight face.

"Do you know why I chose you, beloved?"

She shook her head. "I don't."

"I was meant to marry another woman. An ugly, stuck up, boring, unsexy woman." Jayne nodded, still not sure what that had to do with her. "I told my advisor, I would rather marry the first peasant girl I laid eyes on." He leaned close to her ear, his lips barely touching the skin. "And you know who that was?"

Jayne was so intoxicated by Prince Oberyn that she almost forgot how to form words.

Oberyn kissed her temple. "I asked you a question." He whispered, running his hands across her neck, down her chest.

"M-me?"

Oberyn wrapped his arm around Jayne's waist, resting his hand on her bum. "Would you like to be my princess, Miss Jayne?"

She nodded quickly, hardly able to believe the words. Her? A princess? But she was no one! She wasn't important, she was nobody, she didn't deserve a man like Prince Oberyn.

"Are you sure, Prince Oberyn? You want me?"

He kissed her lips, pulling her tight against himself, almost to prove a point. "How would you like to come to my quarters and I can show you how sure I am?"

"Um- but- I- you-" Jayne stuttered all over her words, her brain hazy with lust.

"I'll take that as a yes." He said, scooping Jayne into his arms and carrying her off to his room.

...

Jayne laid in shock in the most comfortable bed she had ever had the pleasure of laying on. Not only was she laying on the bed of a prince, but she had also just hooked up with that prince.

Oberyn stroked her arm gently, kissing her bare shoulder. "My princess." He whispered into her ear, then pulled her on top of himself.

"I will marry you, Prince Oberyn."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his lips to hers. "We wed tonight, Princess Jayne." He rolled on top of her, kissing her lips hungrily. "Now, let's have some more fun."