Howling Wolf

05

So...still have no clue where any of my stories are going. :/ Oberyn is an ass in this chapter but eh...he's still bae. ;D I think I'm going to use the pic as momma bear (Lyna's Mom). Tell me what you think in the comments!

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Guards came for Lyna a few hours after word was sent to Joffrey's mother that Lyna had punched him. She walked in with guards holding either arm. Cersei glared at her and spoke harshly, "How dare you hit the future king! I say off with her head."

Lyna went to speak but instead she heard Oberyn from behind. "She did not hit him. The Prince was planning on harming my bride." He walked over to Lyna cooly and lifted up her sleeve reveling a bruising wrist. "In a fit of rage I hit him. I am deeply sorry but I am more sorry that that was all I did, Lyna." He looked to her with a pleading expression.

Cersi and Joffrey were just about to interject when Robert spoke up. "Don't let it happen again...either of you. Now can we move on to the feast?" He clearly only had food on the brain and figured a bruise was what his son needed to straighten him out.

Lyna pulled away and headed to the dinning hall nervously. Would he want something from me for taking one for me? She was in deep thought as she walked along. Her cool skin was hit with a blazing touch to her shoulder. She knew it wasn't anyone she truly knew so panic rose up until she met a pair of dark eyes.

"You probably shouldn't be traveling alone anymore." He gently and soothingly rubbed her shoulder.

She pulled away and stopped to look him in the eye. "Thank you your grace...but you still are unforgiven."

He sighed and watched her walk away again. He decided she was already upset, might as well do what he wants one last time. He didn't go to the dinning hall; Oberyn went back to his chambers and enjoyed time with a few of Littlefinger's associates and Ellaria.

Lyna left after an hour or so and just so happen to go the long way to her room. She walkd past Oberyn's door and had to walk back because of the noises that flowed from the faintly ajared door. She watched from the crack as he pounded into a dark haired woman who seemed to be hidden under two other bodies. Her blood boiled but she didn't say a word. She silently left and just tried to sleep because if she didn't she'd have his head.
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Lyna avoided Oberyn for the following days. She spent her time with her father and siblings doing various activities because she knew her time was ticking away. Oberyn had sent for her multiple times just so they could have private time to talk but she would decline and eventually would agree but wouldn't show. He had wised up now and was sitting in her chambers waiting.

Lyna had just came in from sparing with The Hound against many of her father's wishes so she was left in her commonor gown that was made from scrap fabric. She was sweaty,dirty, and her hair had mud in it from being knocked on her ass one too many times. The last thing that was on her mind was her future husband. She walked right in and started to pull her gown off when he cleared his throat. She froze and blushed before growing angry. "These are my chambers so why are you here?" Her fingers dropped the fabric and she turned to face him.

He poured them both some Dornish wine before walking over to her. His gaze was strong and made her slightly uncomfortable. "I'm assuming you saw me on the night of the feast...so I am sorry. I sent her back. That was the last time." He hesitated but lifted his hand and ran a long finger along her cheek sweetly. He was apologizing for now; she would have to understand him eventually or at least compromise.

She allowed him to touch her just because she was dirty and smelled. She looked horrible and smelled awful but yet he still find beauty in her. "Fine, but just know if it happens again I'm taking your head personally."

He chuckled and kissed her on the corner of the mouth. "A bear and a wolf make a fierce child but you won't take my head love." He continued to stroke her cheek for a moment before dropping his hand and sipping his wine. "We leave for Dorne in the morning to meet my daughters."

She blushed as he almost kissed her lips casually. She was thrown off after that and everything was in a slight daze until he brought up his family. "Daughters?! You have eight?!" She was panicked; how am I to be a goodmother? I've never even had a mother. Catelyn was her goodmother but she had hardly seen the woman. She remembered one vague memory when she was around five and her father finally was to be married. The woman yelled at her so much she had caused her to cry multiple times in the day. That was when her father decided to just keep her off in her own tower. She was pulled from her thoughts at a booming laugh.

"Yes. Their names are Obara, Nymeria, Tyene, Sarella, Elia,Obella,Dorea,and little Loreza." He grinned happily as he imagined each of their faces. "Don't worry, they'll love you."

She was stunned but could tell he loved them by the expression on his face. "Get out...I need to clean myself up and pack. Please leave." It came out rude but she didn't mean it. She just couldn't look at him right now.

He sighed heavily and left with one final glance at his bride. Once they were married she wouldn't treat him this way. He knew his daughters would be a shock but she looked like she had seen a ghost.

Lyna waited a minute before going and screaming in a pillow. If his sex life wasn't bad enough now she's found out he has eight children! She stayed there with her face in the pillow before finally getting up. She had one of her handmaidens draw a bath while the other packed her things.

Moments later she climbed into the water and just sat there. Why was this happening to her? She was motherless and had been hidden away for years. Why was her world being turned upside down by a man? She wasn't even really attracted to him for fuck sake.

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Alright, tell me what you think about this chapter. Comments and votes are appreciated. :3