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Oberyn Martell POV
Dorne, 295 AC.
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"Are you awake, my love?" A female voice spoke, and a man woke up in his bed, making him turn his face towards the woman with a small smile.
"I am always awake, my love..." The man commented, this man was not just anyone, but the Prince of Dorne, Oberyn Martell.
Oberyn Martell, known by many as the Red Viper, is a figure whose reputation precedes him in every corner of Westeros and even many places in Essos. Born in the proud and fiery Dorne, Oberyn is a man of intense passions, exceptional combat skills, and a sharp intellect that makes him as dangerous in a court as on a battlefield.
"That's good, I hope you are happy to have spent this last year in Dorne, without all those travels in Essos..." The woman commented while pushing a body off the bed to get closer to the man.
"Ellaria, you know I am happy, despite my brother being quite demanding, I like being here. Especially when I can take care of my niece." He commented while giving her a kiss.
"Even if she doesn't like your lifestyle?" Ellaria asked, returning the kiss.
"She knows that her uncle still loves her very much, just as he loved her mother." He said with a smile, in the bed where they were at that moment there were at least four other bodies of men and women in a brothel.
Oberyn's life was summed up in fucking, fighting, and traveling in recent years, but after a short trip to the brothels of Lys a year ago, he decided to return to Dorne, spending a whole year up until now. Since then, he has been taking care of his daughters and his precious Nyra Sand, who survived a tragedy that befell the Martell family.
His presence in Dorne consisted of sleeping in brothels with as many men and women as he could, training his daughters, and advising his brother whenever he was called upon, although Doran almost never liked Oberyn's reckless advice, he still listened to him most of the time asking for his opinion.
"That's good. How about we start fucking before the day begins?" She commented without any shame, after all, her life with Oberyn was all about that, pleasure always comes first.
"We should wake some more of them up..." He smiled and slapped the butt of a still-sleeping prostitute, who woke up with a scream, making Oberyn laugh.
However, they were quickly interrupted before they could start anything. The door then was suddenly knocked on.
"Oh, heavens! Who is bothering the Prince of Dorne so early at such a precious moment for him!" Oberyn immediately shouted.
"Prince Oberyn, your brother demands your presence in his hall, immediately." Said the man on the other side, a guard messenger.
"Seriously, Doran?!" Oberyn spoke in frustration... "Is it that urgent? Can't he wait a... " Oberyn looked at the men and women on the bed and then back at the guard. "A couple of hours?!" He said, still frustrated.
"Sorry, my prince, Prince Doran gave me orders to drag you if necessary." The guard spoke.
"Hahahaha." Oberyn laughed humorously, "Seems it's urgent... let's see what my brother wants..." He said, getting out of bed and putting on some clothes, Ellaria did the same, and they left through the door following the guard back to Sunspear.
It didn't take long for them to enter the imposing fortress of the Martells, Doran was sitting in his chair as ruler of the southern kingdom, he waited until the guards announced the presence of his brother, who entered alone leaving his lover outside to see his daughters and how they were.
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