Prologue
Oberyn POV
Oberyn started at her, Camilla Baratheon, his wife. Well his wife after this ridiculous long ceremony was done with. Even Oberyn with his disdain for her family name had to admit that she looked exquisite. Oberyn had always appreciated the female form but watching Camilla's ample curves sheathed in the soft cream, embroidered wedding dress made him want to mount her there and then. What made him even harder was the fact that she was well known to be the categoric good girl. But he knew the naughty devil that lurked under that good girl nature. Oberyn would never take a woman by force, hell he was the fucking prince of Dorne- people would form frantic queues to fuck him. But it was Camilla that he wanted, he knew that 5 minutes with him would have her creaming and panting, begging for him to take her.
Camilla POV
Camilla watched him, her soon to be husband, The Red Viper, as they liked to call him. Just looking at him at the top of the alter, made her realise how different they were. He was easily 6"2 and she was barely 5"2. His body was hard and the fabric of his robe did nothing to cover his muscles. Camilla thought of her own body, by no means was she deemed overweight but there was a significant softness to her. Camilla didn't care though and in actual fact loved her body. Yes, on days she had envied the willow figure of her cousin Sansa. But she thought to herself,forget it at least she was healthy and happy. Well as happy as one can be with a forced marriage. Camilla couldn't help but stare at Oberyn, she knew that others would be disapproving of her but they could all mind their own business. Actually Camilla thought, they can all fuck off, being Miss Prim and Proper had gotten her no where. Well other than a lothario of a husband. Soon to be husband and what a husband. Camilla was watching him gaze up and down her body. Eyes resting on her chest. Camilla thought of how her cousin Sansa regularly voiced jealousy on the size of them. Camilla didn't understand the facination. All she thought was about how they made her look larger than she was and would probably be down to her feet if she ever breastfed her children. Camilla reprimanded her self, her body image was the last thing she should be thinking about. But she couldn't help it, Oberyn's gaze went to her hips, suddenly she realised how sore her left buttcheek was. Thanks to her soon to be husband. What had he said before he spanked her , ahh yes "I couldn't help myself an ass like that is siren to me." Camilla hated to admit it but a warm mix of emotions were pooling at the bottom of her stomach and she was dreading to think what they could mean. Safe thoughts Camilla thought, stick to safe thoughts. Camilla looked on her left and gazed at her father, Adam Baratheon. He was stoic and stern man, but she didn't hold that against him. He and his older brother Stannis were incharge of the kingdom's army, well more so him, as Stannis had spent the better half of the year philandering with a red priestess. Camilla knew that, and the fact that he was the youngest brother of the drunken King Robert Baratheon took away most of his happiness. Camilla didn't want to think there may also be another reason for this, the fact that she was his only child, a woman, and that ultimately today she would take on another name. Not that her father had ever let her think that. Camilla recalled the conversation she had with her father ten years ago, when she was eleven years older. He was sat in his study one night preparing strategies, or something of that nature. Camilla had quietly stood in the doorway of the study and just blurted out to her father whether he had any resentment toward her being a girl and not a boy. Her father had quitley placed his parchments on the solid oak desk and motioned for her to come closer. He held her hand and said "My darling the day you were born and I stared in to your kind and innocent face, that day was when I had meaning to my whole existence". With that thought and a slight tear in her eye, Camilla cleared her throat and walked towards her future.
Oberyn POV
Oberyn was genuinely worried on how aroused he was by Camilla. In a matter of a few seconds he had watched her face go through numerous emotions. His time in the Citadel had not only taught him on poisons and medicine but also human behaviour and emotion. He had to admit Camilla had this strength to her, something he did not come across often, well at least not outside of Dorne. He watched her body slowly move beneath her dress. He wanted to grab her by that tiny waist and bury his face in her chest and cock in her pussy. He wondered if her hair down there was as beautiful as the hair on her head. Even though both their hair colour was black, his was so intensely black it almost looked dark blue. Her hair was black with highlights of brown and gold. He wondered how she had such a colour. Especially taking in to account where she was from. He did however recall hearing from some gossipy noble women that her late mother Syanna Stark had the same unusual hair colour. Gods her steely gaze from those large blue eyes set a beautiful contrast to that hair, and those full lips made him just want to kiss and bite them for hours. And that skin, the soft creamy skin with just a hint of a tan, that made him just want place soft kissess all over. Oberyn noticed a slight flinch from Camilla, ahh he thought maybe her left arse cheek is still sore. He thought of yesterday when he came by her alone in the gardens. She seemed to be picking flowers and as she bent to pick a flower, the most glorious ass was presented to him. She may have had no idea he was there, but how was he to control him self when something so beautiful was placed in front. Oberyn cleared his throat and internally chastised him self. He tried to focus on everyone else but her, yes she was equisite both externally and internally, even though he tried not admit the latter to himself. And yes he had every intention of fucking her in to the early hours of the morning. And yes with her looks, intelligence and wit, she would be a success in Dorne. But alas too bad he was going to make her life a living hell.
Camilla POV
Camilla sat in the large hall and looked to her right, her husband was speaking to Tyrion Lannister. He seemed entranced by a story Oberyn was recalling to him, about a faraway place, Mereen and something about an army called The Unsullied. She watched as Oberyn patiently almost like a father to a son, answered all of Tyrions interruptive questions . She hated to admit it, but that was certainly an endearing quality. Camilla wondered if he would make a good father and what their children would be like. The voice in her head almost crashed down, how she could even think that, especially after all she knew about him. Hell one week ago she hadn't even met him.