Howling Wolf

04

Lyna is confusing me....thought I had her figured out. She's so fierce like her mother unexpectedly. :3 Enjoy!

Lyna could see the hatred in his eyes as they landed on the Lannister's present and she dwelled on that to keep herself from crying. The King stood and spoke. She was thinking too much once again to really hear him but she saw the confused look on Oberyn's face as he stated that he would marry the Stark girl. His eyes roamed from Sansa to her several times before Robert clarified himself. "You will marry Lyna." He motioned for her to stand and she did so, giving another small nervous curtsy.

He gave a simple nod before exiting just as soon as he had entered. Everyone seemed just as shocked as she did. No one said a word for a while before the King stood and exited. Lyna gave it a minute but soon did the same. She moved quickly, not wanting anything to do with this marriage proposal. Her head was turned, making sure no one was following her until she felt a harsh grip on her arm. Her head snapped to meet Joffrey's evil grin. "Where are you going? Don't you want to stick around?"

She started trying to push his hand off. "Joffrey, if you value your life you will leave me alone."

He chuckled evilly and tightened his grip. "You wouldn't do anything to harm your future king would you?"

She didn't answer. Instead her free hand cocked back and connected with his face. Oberyn caught Joffrey with a raised brow at her. His face looked calm but his eyes had humor until they landed on her reddened wrist.

He then dropped a crying Joffrey. "You find enjoyment in harming women?" His voice was dangerous and he was moving to grab him by his collar when the hound rounded the corner. His eyes set on Joffrey and ran to both Lyna and Oberyn but he did say a word. Instead he pulled him up and walked off silently, enjoying the fact that a woman had hit him.

Oberyn watched him go before turning his attention to Lyna's wrist. "He may try to take your head for that." He kissed the bruising skin gently before he contined, "but I won't allow it. Who taught you to hit like that?" He chuckled softly and held her hand gently.

She blushed at the kiss and started pulling her hand away shyly. "My brother's. They knew I would be locked away forever." She shrugged some and turned to walk away again. "I'll see you...around I guess."

He went to comment on her reply when she started to walkaway. "Wait, I would like for you to join me for breakfast in the gardens." He wasn't too happy about being tied down but she was pretty and was fiery just the way he liked them.

She turned slightly and pressed her back against the nearest wall. "You know I'm technically not suppose to tell you no..." she smirked playfully and turned, heading for the gardens now.

He smirked and followed her, "I know, perks of being a Prince." He took her hand gently and led the way.

They walked hand in hand for a moment before she put some space between them, remembering what she heard last night. "Do you plan on marrying me right away?" She was trying to be kind about it but she was hinting at something bigger.

His dark eyes locked onto hers and he shook his head. "No, I don't. You will come back with me to Dorne and I will wait a year maybe to wed. Why?"

Her full plump lips set into a firm line at his reply. "Do you plan on fucking other women?" She was glaring at him slightly and hadn't even realized she was.

He simply laughed at her. "Are you jealous Lyna?" He was being playful as he ran a finger teasingly along her cheek, down her jaw, collarbone, and in between her rather large bust.

She smacked his finger away once it started wondering. "I'm not jealous I just find it disrespectful to bring a whore where you're suppose to meet your bride to be," she hissed before storming off.

He stood there stunned and hard. He wasn't sure what was going on but he liked it...a lot.

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These two are so ugh....I love it! :3