Vipers will always bite, sooner or later they will poison you with their words or in many cases their sword.
Larena knew this far to well, she had faired many an argument with dearest Oberyn Martell. He was like a storm always changing his mood. One moon he would preach her graces and beg for her hand and the next, he would gladly spear her heart with his cold words. But that was him.
"Oberyn. Stop it. You have made you're point, there is no need to continue." Her breathe was laboured, daring not to let her anger through, he was far to stubborn to let things go. "Oberyn I said stop." This time he listened, perhaps it was the slight quake in her voice or the fire in her eyes, whatever it was it wrapped him tighter around her dainty little finger. "Darling, it had to be done, we are unbowed and yet he tries to make me kneel." The rage in his eyes boiled as poison leaked out of every pore, a sign to all that the youngest prince would not be made a fool, he would rather die before that. Though Larena knew this, perhaps that is why long ago she decided she would never marry Oberyn, no matter the love she carried for him. The weight he imposed outweighed it within moments.
They had barely been on the ship for a few days, with Kingslanding in mind but not in heart, Larena occupied herself with the view. Sapphire, zaffire, cerrelean or maybe prussian, all these were blue yet none managed to capture the intoxicatingly hollow colour of the sea. The waves were rough with rage, the wind howled for its soul, it's love. A story she new far too well and at the rate this howling continued, Oberyn will beg for the story in due time.
"Larena, do you remember that story you told me when we were children?"
Mere moments, she knew him far too well.
"Indeed I do, but surely a strong prince such as yourself is not interested in a child's tale..." Her grin could not be hidden, gracing cheek to cheek as small chuckle escaped.
"Well no, I am not though you never truly finished it." Dark eyes filled with intrigue scoured the beauties face, he begged the gods she would tell her story, he begged that one day it would be there's.
"Alright , it all began when the Aristle a young sailor believed to be the owner of the seas laid eyes upon a fair maiden named Everdein, he pined for her affection until one day..."
