Viper | Oberyn Martell

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As the first light of dawn filters through the windows of Yasmin's chambers, she stirs from her slumber, her mind slowly emerging from the haze of sleep. For a moment, she is disoriented, her thoughts clouded by the remnants of her dreams.

But as consciousness returns in full force, Yasmin's eyes snap open, and she gasps in shock as she realizes that Edrick still lies beside her, his body warm and familiar against hers. Panic surges through her veins like a bolt of lightning, her heart pounding in her chest as she scrambles to untangle herself from his embrace.

"Oh gods," She whispers, her voice barely above a frantic whisper.

With trembling hands, Yasmin begins to dress herself, her movements swift and frantic as she seeks to conceal the evidence of their night together. She cannot afford to be caught with Edrick-not now, not ever. The consequences would be too dire to contemplate.

But even as she rushes to get dressed, her mind races with a thousand thoughts and fears. What if someone sees them? What if they are caught in the act? What if their forbidden love is exposed for all the world to see?

The very thought sends a shiver down Yasmin's spine, her hands shaking as she struggles to fasten the buttons of her gown. She cannot allow herself to be distracted by her emotions-not now, not when the stakes are so high.

Finally, with her heart pounding in her chest, Yasmin turns to face Edrick, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desperation.

"You must leave," She says, her voice trembling with emotion.

Edrick's eyes widen in surprise at her sudden outburst, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern.

"But--"

"No!" Yasmin interrupts, her voice harsh and unforgiving.

With a heavy heart, Yasmin leads Edrick towards the door, her hand trembling as she reaches for the handle. For a moment, she hesitates, her mind filled with doubt and uncertainty. But then, with a steely resolve, she pushes the door open and ushers Edrick out into the corridor beyond.

As Yasmin's heart races with fear and anxiety, the door to her chambers swings open, and Oberyn strides into the room, his gaze cold and unyielding. She gasps audibly, her breath catching in her throat as she scrambles to compose herself in the presence of her husband.

Oberyn's eyes narrow as they fall upon her, a flicker of suspicion dancing in their depths.

"Yasmin," He says, his voice like ice, "why do you seem so... flustered?"

Yasmin's mind races with a thousand excuses, a thousand lies, but she knows that she cannot afford to show any sign of weakness. With a forced smile, she meets Oberyn's gaze head-on, her voice steady despite the tumult raging within her.

"I was merely startled, my prince," She replies, her words dripping with false sweetness.

Oberyn's lips curl into a sneer of disdain, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that makes her skin crawl.

"And yet here you are," He says, his voice dripping with contempt, "with a man's scent clinging to your skin."

Yasmin's heart skips a beat at his accusation, her mind racing to find a suitable response. She knows that she cannot afford to show any sign of guilt, lest Oberyn discover the truth of her betrayal.

But even as she struggles to maintain her composure, a voice whispers in the back of her mind-a voice that tells her to fight back, to stand up for herself against the injustice of Oberyn's accusations. And so, with a steely resolve, she squares her shoulders and meets his gaze with defiance.