The Red Viper and The Dragon Princess X Oberyn Martell L.S

Prologue Part One

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Four Years before Roberts Rebellion

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Oberyn Martell stood on the docks on Sunspear waiting. He had been pacing back and forth there for more than three house since the banner of the black and red three headed dragon was spotted coming over the horizon. The person the ship was carrying was his most beloved friend, though if he had had anything to say about it, she would have been more. There were ten guards waiting with him to greet their visitor. Ever since his sister Elia Martell married the Dragon Prince, Rhaegar Targaryen, and someone would see their banner, they rushed to the docks to await their arrival. Oberyen knew his brother Doran would soon be joining him to welcome their guest to Dorne.

He couldn't help but look at the letter clutched in his hand, a reply to the letter he had sent more than six moons before. He could still remember ever word he had wrote to her,

Dear Daella,

Greetings from the Water Gardens Princess. I know it has been more than six moons since I last wrote to you, however things have been very busy here. Over the last year rumors have reached Dorne about a little dornish girl living in a pleasure house in Oldtowne. We may be more relaxed here in Dorne, but abandoning a child is not acceptable. Doran sent me down there to find out the truth. When I arrived and I seen her, I knew.

It was a little dornish girl, about five years old.

The thing I instantly knew was the girl was mine. She shares the same eyes that I do with Elia. When her mother saw me she knew. She knew I would claim the girl as my own. I knew she would grow up safe in Dorne. Her mother disagreed, trying to tell me that she wasn't mine and I couldn't take her. I tossed my spear at her feet and gave her mother the back of my hand across the face, so she began to weep. 'Girl or boy, we fight our battles,' I said, 'but the gods let us choose our weapons.' She picked up my spear and accompanied me back to Dorne.

Her name is Obara and she is five almost six years old. After that I decided it would be a good idea to track down some of my more frequent paramour's, curious. It was a good thing I did, I have two other daughters. Nymeria was born of a Volantis noble woman and is three almost four years old. Last is Tyene, she was born from that septa I was talking to you about, remember? Anyway she's one almost two and doesn't look much like me but for the glint in her eyes. My daughters, bastard or not. I write to you now because I want them to meet you, to know you because I know you would never ever look down on them like many others will.

Come to Dorne. I want to see you and I want you to meet them.

With hope in my heart,

Oberyn

He had only received a reply back three weeks before. His heart had been in his throat when it had been handed to him and it had taken a week of it sitting on his desk before he had even found the courage to pick it up and open it. Not many people's opinions meant much to him but her's was one of his most valued.

Oberyn,

It has brought me great pleasure to hear from you again. Things are getting tense here. My Ada burned a man alive yesterday because he had dared to arrive late to court. He forced all of us to watch as the man begged and pleaded for his life, before burning him. Elia was forced into the throne room with us. She was almost sick afterwards and Aerys threatened to burn her alive too, it was only my Naneth Rhaella's intervention that spared her. Rhaegar did nothing.