Conqueror / Oberyn Martell / Davina Targaryen

13. Hurt

The iron throne was honestly the most beautiful thing in the world. She didn't know why anyone would get married in a stupid sept. She didn't like being surrounded by her dead ancestors. But it did fuel need for revenge to reclaim what should've been her brothers if the world wasn't so messed up. But now it was hers all hers. And that was a really good feeling.

Look the part play the part put on a smile and let today goes swimmingly because tomorrow there would be death and mayhem!

That was what Davina had told her husband and her sister and her adorable children. They were excited to get to eat as much cake as they wanted today. It was a wedding after all.

" have you made any introductions yet?"

" not yet..." davina assured her hand trailing along his muscled back. Aegon laughed from atop oberyns shoulders.

" I'm so tall!" He babbled.

" yes you are. You're gonna be tall and handsome just like your daddy." Davina confirmed.

Joffrey cloaked margaery with his protection with honor and dignity their hands bound together as the septon spoke. Oberyn had an arm around davinas hips as they whispered sweet nothings in each others ears as the septon spoke.

Daenerys smiled back at them. She felt strange being in a place that she supposedly belong in. She would've grown up in the capital and dragon stone had things been different. Meanwhile, her sister looked very content like she belonged here.

'Let it be known that Margaery of house Tyrell and Joffrey of the houses Lannister and Baratheon are one heart one flesh one soul cursed be to those who would seek to tear them asunder.'

'With this kiss I pledge my love,' Joffrey said bringing his lips to Margaery the crowd clapped happily as they were announced man and wife. King and Queen.

'We have a new queen.' Sansa said down to Tyrion.

'Better than you don't you think?' Davina agreed leaning towards them. " that fucker is gonna make her life miserable. It's the Lannister way to ruin everything they touch." Sansa supposed she was right.

" I remember our wedding fondly."

" I remember you getting very drunk the night before and screaming at the sun. You are too bright. I cannot see my bride past your blazing brightness." Davina challenged.

~

Marrying the love of your life is something that not many people get to do.

Davina however got to marry oberyn.

" someone turn down the sun!" Oberyn requested.

" you're drunk." Davina realized. " on our special day when I'm supposed to be the center of attention."

" you were the center of attention every day, my darling."

" and I am very glad you know that, but today is supposed to be magical and I am supposed to look like a goddess and you are not supposed to be squinting at me like you are seeing triplets."

" can you imagine three of you?"

" no I cannot. It would be a terrifying thing I assure you." Davina confirmed.

" you are so beautiful which one of you is the real you."

" someone sober up this man before I murder him." Davina warned.

"Sun! Enough turned down your brightness I cannot see my beautiful bride past your blazing burning beams of death!"

" Yep, this is the man. I'm marrying folks how the tables have turned Davina Targaryen is marrying a drunk."

" I'm not a drunk I just indulged."

"Over indulged." she corrected.

" I was just so excited and I had to buy everyone drinks and they were buying me drinks. It would be really rude to say no because they kept buying drinks in honor of us."

" well you were drinking away the night I was getting ready so today would be perfect... you are not going to pass out you are not going to vomit. You are not going to ruin what supposed to be a magical day. Do you understand me we cannot start our marriage with you vomiting on my dress." Davina demanded. Oberyn striaghtened up.

" I will be sober in exactly 1 minute I swear it."

" good boy, go."  Davina demanded.

~

" are you saying I shouldn't get drunk today?"

" it's someone else's wedding if we don't get drunk it'll be a failure." Davina countered as tywin cleared his throat. " here comes trouble." She sung out.

'Your grace.' Oberyn said politely as Tywin and Cersei approached.

''Prince Oberyn...' Tywin said with an edge to his voice. "And you are..."

'Ah yes I don't believe you have met my beautiful stunning wife Davi," she smiled back at them "this is Lord hand Tywin Lannister and Cersei Lannister the queen regent I suppose it is former queen regent now,' Oberyn said as charming as ever. 'lord hand and lady Cersei, this is Davi."

'Hello, thank you for the invitation. We are having such a great time."

'Charmed .' Tywin answered looking her over. He was sure he had seen her before. Her face was so familiar.

" my sister, emilia is lurking around somewhere you'll have to meet her." Davina added.

'I didn't catch your surname." Tywin added.

"Im a martell now. Is that not all that matters?" Davina mused.

'I expect it is a relief lady Cersei giving up your legal responsibilities wearing the crown for so many years must've left your neck a bit crooked,' Oberyn cut in.

'Prince Oberyn,' Tywin said looking to his daughters pinched face. 'it's a shame your brother couldn't attend the wedding, Please give him my regards with any luck the gout will abate with time and he'll be able to walk again.' Tywin suggested.

" it is a shame he didn't come...." Davina agreed. Because they didn't invite him she saw the invitation and decided it would be the perfect time to set her plan in motion. She was done having babies and now is the perfect time to take her throne.

'It is a rich man's disease it a wonder you don't have it,' Oberyn told Tywin smugly.

'Noble men in my position don't enjoy the same life styles as our counterparts.' Tywin told him.

" have you ever been that far south tywin?" Davina countered. " how could you possibly know our lifestyle?"

'In Dorne people everywhere have their differences in some places the Highborne frown on the low born in other places they rape and murder women and children is considered distasteful...' Oberyn reminded them. 'What a fortunate thing for you former queen regent that your daughter Myrcella has been sent to live in the latter sort of places.'

"They hurt little girls all over the world." Cersei corrected.

" yes they do." Davina agreed. " and those little girls turn into women and those women are what the world has to be afraid of."