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

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten: Plans, Arrivals & Letters

A Week Later. . .

When one of the servants came calling for him, Oberyn was slightly apprehensive and concerned as he walked the halls heading for his brother. He had been with the three eldest Sand Snakes and was slightly angry that he had been called away from them. Ever since they had started receiving more frequent letters from Visenya, he had begun to realize how closed off her had been from his family.

Obara could almost best him with a spear now, Nymeria had mastered a bull whip, Tyene had almost more knowledge of poisons than her did and Sarella was away in Oldtown spying on Kings Landing. He hadn't been around for any of it. He had come to realize he had been spending more time with Ellaria and their four daughters, than he did with the rest of his family and he was starting to see that Ellaria was very controlling. He had also noticed that his four oldest daughters, were keeping an eye on her. It made something in his chest tighten with dread.

In the last few weeks, he had slowly begun to repair his relationships with his brother and oldest daughters, especially Obara. He could still remember when he first seen her, the little dornish girl playing with a doll in the whore-house and the fury he had felt when he realized she was his. It hadn't taken much for him to take her to Dorne after they meet, but it had make him double check on many of the woman he had slept with previously. He was thankful he had, because he had two other daughters, Nymeria and Tyene, whose mothers were more than willing to send them away when he went to collect them.

Obara had been the only one to take a lot of time to relax in Dorne and it was only thanks to Visenya, she had relaxed at all.

He would never forget when she had asked Visenya, if she would be her mother. He would also never forget her face when she accepted. When word had come that Visenya was barren, everything inside him had howled with denial. He knew how much she had wanted to be a mother. He remembered promising they could have as many children as she wanted. But now it would never happen.

He was drawn from his thoughts when Aero opened the doors and he entered the throne room to see Doran was sitting at the table with a pitcher of wine. He stalked across the room and slumped down into the chair across from him, "Why had you summoned me Doran?" he asked as her poured himself some wine. His elder brother didn't say anything, he just handed him the two pieces of parchment in his hands. Oberyn, sensing the seriousness of his brothers mood, accepted them.

When he finished reading the one from Jacaerys he moved to the other. When he saw they had finally gave announcement of marriage and the coming of a birth, he was ecstatic and couldn't help the smug grin that crossed his face. Everything was now slowly coming together. He placed the parchment of the table and looked to his brother, "What now?" he asked softly.

Doran rubbed his cheek while frowning, "I don't know. Visenya has asked we don't make a move yet and now the heir to the Iron Throne is calling all allies to battle. If we ignore it, there is a great insult to him, but if we answer we are ignoring an order from the Queen Regent," he explained. Oberyn nodded thoughtfully, "What if we send, Lord Dayne and ten thousand soldiers to them? It won't be us directly answering the call or defying Visenya's order," he said thinking quickly. Doran looked contemplative for a few moments before nodding and grabbing a quill and parchment. He wrote out a letter quickly before sealing it with the Martell sigil, "Aero, find your fastest rider and get this so Starfall," he said to the man who had been quietly standing beside the door. He bowed his head, took the letter and quickly left the room.

"The Game of Thrones, is about to change forever Oberyn," his brother muttered quietly. The youngest Martell smirked, "It's Visenya. What do you expect?" he asked. Doran nodded in defeat, that girl always had plans for everything. He could only hope, that her plans would make them the victors.