Conqueror / Oberyn Martell / Davina Targaryen

4. Until Then

MANY YEARS AGO

"You ever tested it?" Oberyn questioned as they walked around sunspear.

"Tested what?" Davina questioned back, leaning into him.

"Fire." Oberyn told her and Doran gave him a hesitant look.

"You mean?" Davina said cautiously, a smile creeping her lips.

"You are a dragon." Oberyn remarked. Davina looked at the bon fire they were building. They were burning the dead, the dead that came for Davina.

"In olden days Targaryens claimed it's the best way to cleanse yourself." Davina mused nodding to the pyre before them. It blazed brightly before them, huge, towering.

"Have you-''

''Yes." Davina admitted. "I think it will be vital for my survival, for my revival." Davina remarked. ''I'll walk through the fire, I'll begin again, I'll burn through my skin because I wanna feel it all."

"There is a light inside of you Davina, it is bursting, shining.' Oberyn told her. "Its dangerous and so sexy." Davina smirked back at him.

"Davina I don't know-' Doran began.

"Whats the worst thing that happens?" Davina offered as she got closer.

"You die." Doran offered quietly.

"I'm a dragon." Davina assured. Oberyn turned her to him.

"Are you sure? I dont want to lose you" Oberyn corrected. She kissed him and that was a promise in itself for forever. They watched as she let her dress drop to the ground and stepped inside. Oberyn moved forward picking it up. Oberyn waited his hands reached out for the flames but he wasn't like Davina, he wasn't fearless and he sure as hell wasnt fireproof.

But Davina wasn't fearless. She was filled with fear and loss and pain, rage. But being inside the fire she felt the most peace she had ever felt before.

"DAVINA!" Oberyn called as him and Doran stepped forward but the flames were too hot for them even to stand near. "Davina!"

It felt like an eternity.

"Davina." her name echoed out but she saw her mother before her.

'Mum?" Davina took a step deeper into the fire. "Is it real or am I going out of my mind?' Davina whispered she felt the flames around her but she saw Rhaella, her mum before her. it didn't make any sense.

"Run Davina." her voice echoed and Davina's face pinched. "Run! It's not safe, your siblings are not safe!"

Davina tried to move but she was stuck in place, her mind playing tricks on her.

"Mum, I feel so lost without you." Davina remarked. "Where are you? They said you were dead."

Logs burned around her but Davina swore she smell her mothers perfume. She could almost hear her laugh. Davina could see her mothers final moments delivering a baby girl, a little sister, burning within, burning so deep on her skin, burning...

"She's like you Davina, Daenerys, her name is Daenerys." Rhaella declared. Davina blinked sucking in a deep breath of smoke and she coughed out. Her drunk mind clearing, as the wine seemed to burn out of her system the vision faded. She heard her name, it wasn't Rhaella calling her it was Oberyn and Doran.

"Maybe I go in." Oberyn suggested.

"No." Doran corrected immediately. "Not happening. Davina will be fine, she always is."

"DAVI-" Davina stepped out and Oberyn pulled his shirt off wrapping his around her. "You scared me!" he shouted. "Didn't you hear me?" Davina shook her head, Oberyn handed off her dress, Davina took it in her hands staring down as the silky fabric.

"Lets go home. That's enough fun for one night." Oberyn suggested. davina nodded leaning into Oberyn. "How was your revival?" he questioned.

"Painful." Davina admitted softly. "I saw my mother."

"You did? In the flames?" Oberyn questioned holding her closer.

"Yes." Davina agreed. "I have a baby sister, Daenerys, if she still alive..." Davina wiped at the ash from her face.

"Burn this pain out of your system?" Dorna pondered. Davina leaned into Oberyn, feeling very weak as they walked back.

"Maybe one day." But how was she to piece her heart back together when the people that always pieced her back were dead and gone, there was nothing to say but her heart and her head tormented her.

"I thought I lost you." Oberyn remarked. Davina offered him a sad smile.

"You are stuck with me. Remember? You and me against the world." Davina reminded him. Oberyn nodded. "FUCK the world!" Davina declared.

"FUCK THE WORLD! THE CROWN AND THE PATRIARCHRY!" Oberyn agreed with a laugh.

"I'm going to be the crown one day." Davina reminded him. She was going to be a conqueror.

"But until then." Oberyn smirked.

"UNTIL THEN!" Davina agreed. "Fuck the usurpers and the crown."