The Sun Will Shine On Us Again | Oberyn Martell

The Wedding

"How beautiful you are!" the little blonde girl spoke to her older sister. Joanna looked at Myrcella. She smiled and walked closer to her sister. She bent down and pressed a kiss on the top of her head. Myrcella wrapped her arms around her sister and hugged her tightly. "I too would like to be as beautiful as you!"

"You're beautiful too, Myr." Joanna assured her sister. She took her face in her palm and caressed her face.

"But not like you," Princess Myrcella protested. Her older sister frowned at her and shook her head in disapproval.

"It's not true! You are the most beautiful girl who ever lived, you are even more beautiful than I am..." and maybe Joanna would have said something else to her, but she was interrupted by their mother, who entered Joanna's chambers. She drew attention to herself with her arrival, both princesses turned their heads to the queen and looked at their mother.

Cersei was holding a kind of wooden box in her hands; Joanna's heart skipped a beat. She was once again afraid that it was something from Ellaria again since the boxes looked so similar. But she breathed a sigh of relief when Cersei spoke.

"I'll lend you one of my crowns for today so that you look even more beautiful than you do now."

Joanna lowered her head and smiled. She let go of Myrcella, who pulled away from her sister on her own. "That's generous of you, mother. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me for this. It's nothing. Myrcella, go and get ready." Cersei nodded her head, indicating the door behind her. Myrcella nodded wordlessly and left Joanna's chambers with a smile on her face. Joanna looked at her mother and took a deep breath.

"I'm scared. Is it normal to be afraid of something like this?"

Of course, she was nervous. Who wouldn't be on their wedding day? She was afraid that something embarrassing would happen to her and everyone who was invited to the wedding would see it. She was also afraid of the fact that someone would appear there who had absolutely no business there.

Cersei smiled and shook her head. She placed the box on the table and slowly took out the golden crown. It was small, made of gold that was woven into several knots. A teardrop-shaped ruby was inserted in the very center. Joanna looked at the crown and then at her mother.

"Sit down," Cersei ordered her daughter. Joanna obeyed her. She pulled a chair close to her and sat on it. She let her mother put the crown on her head.

"You are stiff, relax a little. Everything will be fine, and you will enjoy today as much as possible. There's nothing to be afraid of," she said as she placed the crown on Joanna's head and secured it so it wouldn't fall off her head.

Joanna breathed deeply. She kept her eyes closed the whole time and gripped the back of the chair tightly in her hand. "Do you think Ellaria will show up?" she finally asked. The fear in her voice covered a whisper.

"I doubt she would be that stupid. The Martells must have already ordered her to stay in Dorne."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that. I feel bad about that, mother." Joanna turned to her mother and looked into her face. Cersei sighed and stroked her firstborn's cheek. She shook her head and smiled.

"Do not worry. Come on, we'll put the cloak on you and you'll be ready to go."

Joanna's gaze darted to the bed on which lay the maiden cloak, with the colors of her House. She slowly nodded her approval to her mother and got up from her chair. Her palm automatically went to her stomach, which she stroked.

Oberyn had long been in the Sept with his family and the myriad of guests who had come to his and Joanna's wedding. He wasn't nervous, he shouldn't have been. It was just a simple ceremony that, he already knew, would surely feel endless. He hated all the singing, the exchanging of vows, and the prayers.