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From Marriage To Love - Chapter 2: Viper Venom

When Doran told him that he arranged a marriage for him to a Lannister, Oberyn thought his brother was joking. Unfortunately, he wasn't. The prince felt betrayed and furious not because of the arrangement but because of the great hatred, he felt for Tywin Lannister.

Last time he was in King's Landing he killed The Mountain. To the dismay of Oberyn, he had died before he could confess. Either your father was responsible for his beloved sister's death or not, the fact was never clarified. And it has remained as a thorn in his side.

Oberyn didn't blame you for his misery. You were just a young woman, a device in her father's political games. But you were a Lannister. An indirect bond has been tied already between your Houses by Prince Trystane and Myrcella but a matrimonial bond would secure the alliance and it boiled his blood with anger.

He didn't care about heirs. He had eight daughters already and for him, they were his heirs in all but name. He didn't care about marriage either. He wasn't a husband material so anyone who could tolerate his sexual taste and appetite would be good enough to be his wife. Anyone but a Lannister.

Since he had arrived he was determined to seize all the pleasure King's Landing could offer, and spend as little time as possible with the Lannisters. It usually wasn't hard to find a way to entertain himself but the walks in the gardens felt like a burden to him. Not like it was to your sister who enjoyed annoying him a lot. She would never leave you alone with the prince and her presence became a wall between you and your betrothed. Not like you minded it at all.

Despite his desirable features, Oberyn was still a stranger to you. An arrogant and irritating Dornisman, an aberrant sexual predator, a loathsome snake. You didn't hide your displeasure: you were stiff and cold and rigidly unlovely which made him feel insignificant and undesirable. He wasn't used to having people resist his charm.

To be completely honest, in a way it was exciting to be around the Dornishman. Yes, his arrogance and egotism irritated you and the thought of living together with a pervert turned your stomach. But the stories he told you about the life in Dorne made you curious and every time he talked about his daughters you felt a swelling of pride in his tone which amazed you. You weren't used to men admiring a woman's wit or skills or anything beyond their beauty or kind.

It was one of the brightest mornings in King's Landing. The sun shone so strong, so vividly it pulled everything to live in the castle. A perfect morning for reading in your secret spot of the gardens. Your legs moved almost like dancing across the path as you reached the old fountain. Awaiting you there was a sight that stopped you in your capering.

"Lady Y/N! What a beautiful sight in this beautiful morning!"

"Prince Oberyn! I wouldn't expect you here."

"I needed a peaceful place to finish my poem."

"A poem? For your paramour?" You asked but regretted immediately your quick tongue. It must have sounded like nagging.

You couldn't get back from Westerlands to your nephew's wedding and missed everything that had happened but you've heard a lot about the deadly Red Viper and his bastard love, Ellaria Sand.

"For one of my daughters, actually." He answered with a sly grin and patted the spot beside him then frowned playfully as he sensed your hesitation to sit.

"Are you still terrified of me, Lady Y/N?"

"Should I not?"

"I think I'm the one who should feel intimidated. After all, it was you who attacked me viciously at our first meeting." He narrowed a hard look at you causing your heart to beat faster at the memory of slapping him.