Vaenera knew it was a bad idea the moment they found themselves standing before the massive, colorful entrance.
There were still a few hours left before dawn, but surprisingly, not a single human was seen near the door. Actually, there was no one around them at all. The candles weren't lit in the building, nor were any noises coming from within it. A red light appeared in her head. She used to associate brothels with always-open gates for those who wanted to... release whatever they needed to release. Vaenera might not have had much experience on the matter, but this was not how a brothel should look in the middle of the night.
She voiced her thoughts to her companion.
"This is not the kind of brothel you are familiar with, Princess," were his only words.
There was nothing else she could do other than watch Oberyn as he knocked the knocker.
He confidently made a few steps and raised his hand.
The sound the lion-headed knocker made caused her to feel shivers.
"Catch my arm," Oberyn mumbled right after.
Vaenera rolled her eyes, but she knew she had agreed to it, so her left hand obediently landed on top of his arm.
A tense and hot skin brushed her fingers even though he was fully clothed. A little electricity-like feeling rushed down to her stomach, making it flip. She looked down, not expecting that kind of sensation. It was so intoxicating, which was bizarre. It was just a piece of cloth she was touching, but in her mind, it felt different. She found herself wanting to touch and feel more.
"Even a blind man wouldn't believe that we are lovers."
Vaenera blinked a few times, coming back to reality. She wanted to say something back, but in the next second, his hand landed on her waist, and with one move, he pulled her to his side as if she were tiny like a feather. She felt his breath on her cheek, and that place started burning. She looked up and saw that his eyes were on hers.
"That's better," he mumbled.
Vaenera didn't know what to say, and thankfully, she didn't have to as the door opened.
"We are closed," a woman a few years older than Vaenera herself said as she opened the entrance. "Come back when we are open, or don't come back at all as I see you already have someone to occupy your time with."
She wanted to go back inside, but Oberyn stopped her with his foot.
"Is that how Arion treats his old friends nowadays?" he asked.
The woman only laughed at that.
"Maybe you also know Queen Cersei herself?" she said. "Do you know how many men come here saying the same?"
Vaenera looked closely at her. Obviously, she was one of the workers, but she seemed to be higher in the hierarchy as her shoulders were covered by an ornamental dead fox. Around twenty-five, blond hair, but very dark eyes. It was all Vaenera could see in the poor light the moon provided.
Oberyn wanted to continue his argument, but after a few words, another voice appeared.
"Lindy? Who is this?"
"No one, my lover."
The woman, apparently called Lindy, smiled and attempted once again to shut the door, but Oberyn did not let her.
"Have you grown old so much, Arion, that you no longer recognize your own friends?"
"Oberyn?"
They heard strong and confident steps, and after a while, a man appeared at the door. Lindy immediately stepped back, making way for him.
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The Great War- Oberyn Martell
Fanfiction''This story unlike many others from this world begins not with inflaming fury, not with debt needed to be paid or not even with a winter that was coming. It begins with love that was sowed and had grown and it will end with fire and blood"
