Viper | Oberyn Martell

10

By the next morning, Princess Yasmin walks down the steps into the dungeons, her heels clicking against the rock as she holds up her dress in her hands. It is Ser Jaime Lannister who leads her down to the prison cell, in which his brother dwells. He commands the guard to unlock the cell, then motions with his hand for the woman to enter.

" Princess," He says, as if to invite her into the cell.

" Your presence is no longer needed nor wanted, Ser Jaime," Yasmin utters.

" The Hand has asked me to escort to."

" And I am asking you to leave."

But Jaime doesn't argue. He nods curtly before his eyes meet with the purple eyes of the Dayne Princess, eyes of which harbor a deep hatred for him.

And he knows exactly why.

Yasmin enters the prison cell, of which is covered with a thin layer of straw. The cell door is closed, but Yasmin keeps her lips closed.

" I suppose I am honored," Tyrion says, being the first to break the silence," Though, you would probably be one of the many to celebrate the King's passing."

" Did you do it?" Yasmin asks," Did you kill him?"

" No," Tyrion says with a sigh, then meets her gaze.

" Do you know who did?"

" No."

" Then what do you know?" Yasmin asks, her patience wearing thin.

" I know Joffrey was a terrible king who made many enemies. I know he was a spoiled little boy who didn't deserve to ride his own horse, let alone rule his own kingdom," Tyrion lists off with ease," And I know my sister will not stop until my tongue is cut out and my body swings from the hang man's noose."

" Your sister truly wants you dead?"

"Without question."

Tyrion can see Yasmin's mind racing as she stands before him in silence," Why are you here, Princess?"

" I am supposed to kill you," She utters without missing a beat," I lost a wager, and the one name my uncle gave me was yours. The only person in all of Westeros he chose to meet the Stranger."

" Ser Aron, I suppose," Tyrion cryptically chuckles," A pawn of Cersei."

" Is it normal for your sister to have others do her bidding?" Yasmin asks.

" Almost exclusively."

" Including that of your brother?"

Tyrion's eyes narrow the slightest bit as his head tilts," You are a smart one, aren't you?"

" I've never attempted to hide it," Yasmin says as she remains standing.

" I presume you have a theory in mind."

" You are correct."

" And what, pray tell, is it?"

" That your incestuous siblings killed the love of my life."

" Not Oberyn," Tyrion states.

" No... not Oberyn," Yasmin shakes her head as the tears prickle her eyes.

" Ser Edrick Sand," Tyrion states once more.

" Yes... Ser Edrick Sand," Yasmin nods her head as the tears begin to sting.

The air grows silent within the dungeon. Yasmin and Tyrion's eyes remain locked as their conversation becomes one of glances and not words. Soon enough, the door to the cell is opened, and Ser Jaime stands ready to escort the Princess back into the Red Keep, into the Tower of the Hand. Up the steps they climb, in complete and utter silence.