Chapter 4

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Jayne's stomach twisted with worry all through the wedding ceremony.
She was worried about EVERYTHING. Her family, her reputation, Oberyn's reputation, the royal responsibilities that would be thrust upon her. She didn't even know how to act like a princess!

Before she knew it, Oberyn had kissed her and her fate was sealed.

She wanted to ask him about her family. She knew that he would be able to help them with his riches.

...

Oberyn was laying contently on the bed, Jayne was sitting on top of him with a knee on either side of his hips. She was gazing down at him, tracing his facial features gently with her finger.

"That's wrong, my love?" Oberyn asked, taking her hand in his and kissing it.

"Nothing, my lord..." Jayne said, looking away from him.

Oberyn sat up, wrapping his arms around her torso and pulling her hips closer against his own."Something is troubling my princess, I can feel it."

Jayne sighed, she knew she couldn't hide anything from him. "I... I worry about my... new responsibility."

Oberyn raised an eyebrow. "Your new responsibility?"

She nodded, meeting his gaze again. "Being a royal. Being a princess. Being your wife. I don't know anything about those things. I was merely a peasant girl this morning."

Oberyn pushed her onto her back, nuzzling his face in her neck. "As long as you are in my arms-"
He gently kissed her neck. "-you never have to worry about any of those ridiculous things."

Jayne tangled her fingers in his hair, forgetting her troubles for a moment as Prince Oberyn's lips massaged her skin.
But then the shame returned.

"Prince Oberyn... you don't even know me."

He pulled away from her and smiled. "Soon, I will know all I need to know about you. I am your husband now, we'll have plenty of time together."

Jayne ran her hands down Oberyn's bare chest, sighing deeply.

Oberyn brushed her hair behind her ears, then kissed her forehead. "Never be afraid to tell me anything, flower. I am yours now."

Jayne was terrified.
Not of Oberyn, she truly loved Oberyn. She was afraid of herself. If Oberyn knew how poor her family was he would discard her, right? If she asked for help for her mother, he would see her as a burden.

"You're tired." He said, pulling her on top of himself and gently holding her head to his chest."Get some sleep, beloved. Your mind will be cleared tomorrow."

He kissed the top of her head, lovingly stroking her hair until she fell asleep.

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