The Red Viper and the Tempest.
An unlikely match from the beginning.
A moment of attraction, fleeting and memorable.
A hint of vulnerability, strong and lasting.
A spark of a flame, inevitable and ruining.
In the midst of storms and poisons, tw...
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Cassandra did not know whether to cry or laugh.
The crowd had been on the verge of panic at the sight of the unexpected duel that commenced before their very eyes. They had cheered one moment and cried out in outrage the next. Their reactions had only served to elevate each emotion she felt.
She could hardly hear her voice as she nearly begged her brother to end the madness that the disgraceful knight began. But while she had pleaded, her eyes never strayed from her husband as he fought with everything in him.
For a moment, she had thought that she would lose him when the Mountain managed to get closer with his long sword, rendering Oberyn's spear useless. But she shouldn't have doubted him.
Oberyn was strong, brave, and wise. He knew what was important and always prioritized that. Not only was he a skilled warrior and tactician, but he was also a good man who recognized justice and valued this over petty squabbles and tricks.
All of these were the qualities that Ser Gregor lacked and sorely needed. She recognized how the knight was just about to reach out to grab Oberyn's leg in an attempt to attack him whilst distracted.
Cassandra had been about to shout his name once more but she did not need to as her husband wasted no time to end the other man's life as soon as he got what he wanted.
When the life left the Mountain's eyes, her hand shot up to her mouth as she tried to suppress either the laugh or the sob about to escape her.
It was over. He had done it.
Cassandra could hear the crowd erupt in applause as though all this was a part of some show that the king planned instead of a man fighting for his life to avenge his sister. It was as if they remained indifferent to all that had happened after the war.
But she could not remain angry for very long. After all, Oberyn had triumphed and while they had been behind him for various reasons, it did not change the outcome.
Robert watched on stoically but she could see the impressed gleam he held in his eyes. He could not deny that he was happy with the twist of events, even though he did not like the Dornish prince that much.
Cassandra spotted Owain standing in his seat and jumping with joy whilst Stannis tried to keep him from falling off the wooden bench.
Near her, she could just about see Cersei's lips curl into a sneer. Cassandra had heard the queen's wail of disappointment once her champion fell and now that there was no question of the victor, she remained in a foul mood.
