Oberyn Martell Fanfictions

From Marriage To Love - Chapter 7: Taste form Another Life

Have you heard about the Dornish creamcakes? It is supposed to be so delicious that once you taste it, you'll never want to eat anything else again. Every bite that is not from this dessert turns into ashes in your mouth, feels like parched soil on your tongue. What a stupid thing to believe in! It's not true, of course it's not. No one ever suffered from this kind of disability but... there's something in its absurdity that makes the blood run cold. What if it were true? What if there's a taste, a combination of flavours that changes the human body in a way that makes it impossible to enjoy anything else beside this evil little dessert? Who would be foolish enough to willingly fall for a temptation like this? And if it were true, then there would be a reason for such a thing to exist. There must have been a reason and this reason must have been that it would be worth it. It would be worth sacrificing every taste in the world for only this one. It must be worth it. It must be.

Creamcakes will be served at midnight.

The room is loud from music and people but you can almost hear the soft, swooshing sound of the wine swirling in furious circles in the bottom of your crystal goblet. Its flavour is a fading reminder on your tongue. A reminder of the taste of sweet lips upon yours. A reminder of moments spent in pure, naked bliss, exposed to a daunting soul and to the rising sun.

"You don't have to drink that." Oberyn's voice hits you by surprise, causing you to wince and snap your eyes at him. He looks bored, almost annoyed as he arches an eyebrow at you.

You both have been tight-lipped during the feast that was organized in honor of your family, sitting next to each other, watching the performances in silent boredom, sipping on your drinks and stealing only furtive glances from each other. But now his eyes are transfixed on you. Dark and restless, though his expression seems calm, even relaxed.

"I–uh..." you clear your throat. "I'm just saving it for later. I can't drink more than two."

"Can't..." he jerks up his chin in surprise, testing the word on his tongue as if it's foreign to him. "Not able to?"

"Not allowed to. A lady does not put herself to shame by giving in to the temptation of the hedonistic pleasure of intoxication," you recite the rule you've learned at a young age on lady lessons. Of course, this was never an issue for your sister, Cersei but well, rules never really existed for her. Maybe that's why you adored her so much. Maybe that's what pulls your heart to Oberyn too. A promise of a piece from the life you're longing for.

Oberyn opens his mouth but decides not to make fun of your fidelity to such a fabricated rule. "What happens after the third glass?"

"How should I know?! Have you not been paying attention to what I'm saying?" You glare at him, not bothering to hide the annoyance in your tone.

"You're talking about some kind of rule that applies to ladies, not to you," he sneers and with a single swallow, he drains your drink.

Your eyes go wide at the implication and you barely stop yourself from gaping. Instead, you clench your teeth and inhale deeply until you regain some composure to force a fake smile. "Are you sure, insulting me is the most satisfying way to entertain yourself tonight?"

"Oh it's not," he pouts, and fills up your glass to the brim, "but tonight it's not my pleasure I'm aiming for. It's yours." He winks and your stomach flips.

"Is that so?"

"It is."

"Then let me offer you a little hint. Being rude to me doesn't do the trick. You should start with an apology."

"Nah, don't be so offended. All I'm saying is..." he leans a bit closer with that irresistibly smug smirk on his face, the one that barely shows on his lips but gleams vividly in his eyes and suddenly you are very aware of the sneaky arm that's been draped around the back of your seat. His voice falls to just above a whisper but his accent reverberates in your chest as he murmurs into your ear. "You're soon to be a Martell, princess of Dorne, wife of the Red Viper."