Ok so, just a quick disclaimer.

I feel like house Martell in the show is SO underexplored, and although I want to focus mainly on Mari as the main character, I think some backstory is important to get to know and love Dorne through this story the same way I got to know and love it though the books.

Of course I recommend you read the books because nothing I ever write about them will be as good as them but well I do my best.

Also, I want to thank everyone that reviewed! I'm so excited that I got like 4 reviews on the last chapter within two days of publishing it! It means a lot, I'm glad you guys are enjoying my story and have had no problems with the writing so far. English isn't my first language so sometimes I slip up.

But anyways, back to the story I'm sorry this was so long :P.

I own nothing but my ideas and characters.

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Robb

The Red Viper, like most other people, was about a head taller than Marina, but in all other aspects they were so similar that he would be surprised if anyone else had chosen to take her in as the Martells did, as an extended family. The first thing she did once she realized it was him that had arrived, had been to run to him, barely waiting for him to dismount before pulling Oberyn into a tight hug. He had been skinnier than Robb expected, although still broad but he supposed snakes were slimmer after all, were they not? Arya had expressed being intrigued by his style of fighting, and how even in Winterfell he was clad in his banner's colors, his little sister standing next to him and looking at the Dornishmen in awe.

He knew pride to be a common thing among the Martells so far, but he could also not wait to hear the stories that the Red Viper had to tell, from his time on the citadel to his famous poisoned weapons in combat - although Robb would not express his curiosity in such a childish way as Arya might.

He knew that Oberyn had indeed warned his father before coming, not really waiting for an answer apparently, since the letter had arrived about a week ago, and telling anyone was out of the question. They had been preparing for more guests, and he was worried about the sustainability of Winterfell after all these expensive feasts and guests had gone back to their homes. On the last hunting trip they had made, the king had commanded a feast simply so their kills could be eaten while the meat was still its freshest, something so frivolous to throw a feast but that the people attending did not seem to mind.

It was not long before she had escorted him into the castle, asking one of the lower lords if he could place the Dornish soldiers that had come along somewhere comfortable.

The Dornish prince looked around in wonder at the castle, marvelling at its difference and not attempting to hide any of the passion for discovery in his eyes, the same one that Marina had, although hers was endlessly more endearing of course. Robb followed after, keeping out of their way and letting the two walk to the great hall where his father and King Robert were having a conversation, the two stopping immediately and the King seeming to get anxious at the sight of the visitor.

"Your Grace, Lord Stark" He greeted, his face now stoic as the people previously in the courtyard, including half a dozen Dornishmen, filled in the hall. "May I have a word?"

"Prince Oberyn. I wasn't aware that you were coming so soon. I only received your letter a week ago" his father answered politely, Robb looking at Marina and coming to her side as she furrowed her brows, looking back at him as she felt his hand on hers and whispering a small "Did you know about this? Why is he here? He wouldn't tell me yet, he said we should discuss it together with your father"

"Mari, I…" He trailed off, not knowing how to finish the sentence. Luckily for him - or maybe not - he was cut off before he could, and her attention was pulled back to Oberyn.

"Yes. I rode as soon as I got your correspondence. I must say, that is not how we do it in Dorne. If there will be a wedding of my house, I expect to be present for it".

"A wedding? Ooh that's exciting. Who's getting married?" Marina asked in excitement, everyone's eyes now seeming to turn to her.

At that, Oberyn frowned "What do you mean? Your wedding" At that she laughed, before realizing everyone around her was serious, her face falling as she turned to him.

"What" she clipped, looking angrily at Oberyn and letting go of his hand. "What the fuck do you mean, 'my wedding'?"

Oberyn was silent for a moment before looking back at the two men, his eyes narrowed. "You did not tell her, I see. So clearly you did not agree to this without consulting me, now did you Mari?"

"Why would I? I don't even know what's the fuck is going on" Her vulgar language came out when she was angry, apparently, and Robb almost winced, knowing she would come to hate him as he spoke up.

"Our wedding", looking ahead at the king and his father, avoiding the look of betrayal he knew was crossing Marina's face, he looked back to her as he saw movement, her hand raising in the air before she bit her lip, her eyes brimming with tears before she stormed out of the room. All that could be heard was King Robert's commands before she slammed to door on her wake, leaving the whole room speechless. A look was shared between Robb and his father then, the older man sighing and resting his head on his hands while Oberyn bowed sarcastically before going off to find her.

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Marina

How dare they she thought to herself as she paced outside, Oberyn looking at her as he attempted to process the news. People that thought he was very impulsive and stubborn had apparently not met her.

"Who the fuck do they think they are? Trying to decide my life like this. What if I don't want to get married? Much less in this world of all places. I have a family, I have you guys, I won't be some fucking trophy wife to the future Lord of Winterfell to be cooped up as far away from you as possible. Me cago en el Rey, cabrón de mierda, pensando que puedes venderme como una puta, coño me cago en todo lo que se menea!" When she finally finished going off, Oberyn seemed almost amused, earning an angry "What?" from her, who was now out of breath from her screaming and glaring at him.

"I must say, Robb Stark is not some fat old man. It could be a worse pair"

"That's why he's been so nice to me? He knew we were going to be stuck together by order of the king" She asked, more to herself in almost a whisper, his eyes softening as he looked at her and got closer.

"Marina, you don't have to marry him, but think that you are not back in your country anymore. This is the way Westerosi work. The house Martell has been making alliances by marriage ever since its beginning. Dorne started with the marriage of a Martell and the warrior queen Nymeria, we joined the seven kingdoms through a marriage with the Targaryens, it's in our history. You are a Martell now. Perhaps it wouldn't be as bad" Oberyn seemed calmer than usual, and she realized then how much she had really missed his advice and carefree nature. She was quick to hug him, sighing against his chest and mumbling a small "Shut up, I'm not going to cry" before he said anything, earning a chuckle from the older man.

The truth was, she missed her home more than she could ever express. Her dad, her little sister and even her mother although they weren't in the best of terms, and Oberyn was the only person in this world that could make her feel like she had some of that, he was her new home in this world, and she was neither ready or willing to let that go.

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Robb

The fact that he had been the one to tell her after all this time of keeping it from her seemed to make things worse, as for the rest of the day she refused to see him. He expected her to be angry, yet he was no coward, and knew that telling her himself was the only way. Still, to see that she did not want the marriage hurt him more than he thought it could. Of course, she was mad at him, and not the Lannisters, her maid or his youngest siblings, so they were allowed into her room easily as well as Oberyn, who had expressed a keen interest on him. It made sense that he wanted to meet his future son in law. Or brother in law. He found it hard to attribute family relations to the two when they were not bound by blood, and so he was neither her father figure or an adoptive sibling to her, although she was significantly closer to him than Doran Martell.

He had just come to bring her supper, the third time he had visited her room today. He hoped once again that he would be let in - to no avail - watching Jaime Lannister strut past him arrogantly before turning back on his feet to knock, announce it was him after a hoarse "Go away Robb" and being let in, smirking back at the Stark and taking the dinner platter from his hands, slamming the door back in his face. Robb could almost break the stupid door down right now, but after a long breath, he decided something would be better, and so he walked to the west tower - a tower fit for a prince of Dorne.

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Jaime

"He was waiting at your door like a lost puppy" He chuckled as he brought the food in, his smug look dropping as he saw the look on her face. She had been crying, he could tell, and she was not one to do it easily. He set her food down before walking to her. For a moment he just looked at her, trying to find the right words to say and coming up with nothing. Women crying always had made him uneasy, and it was no exception with her. When he finally spoke up, his voice was much gentler. "You've been crying".

At that she let out a small laugh, although it did not reach her eyes "Yeah no shit"

"Is it because you don't want to marry him?"

"I- no. Yes. No I don't…" she stopped and sighed, running a hand through her hair, that fell loosely in waves and almost covered her face. He reached closer to pull her to him, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear and cupping her face so that she would look up at him. "It's because he hid it from me. Everyone hid it from me. If there's one thing that really fucks me up is people lying to me 'for my own good'. If I'd known from the start, I would've avoided him at all costs". At that he chuckled, looking at her in confusion.

"And here I was thinking that you cared for him"

"That's the problem, I do"

There was a brief moment of silence between the two before Jaime spoke again, his tone now not as gentle as before. "If you're in love with the boy, why would you not be ecstatic about marrying him?"

"Woah no one said anything about love" Her voice also stronger. "I don't want to be here in this fucking cold. I lost my family once, it's how I came here. At first I couldn't remember why on earth could I be here, and according to Oberyn he bought me from magister Ilyrio, in Pentos, when I appeared in front of Viserys Targaryen and he wasn't pleased about having another 'brown wench' traveling with them, apparently there was enough in the savage Dothraki tribes already" She started bitterly, her voice changing so suddenly that anyone that didn't know her would be surprised as to how quick her emotions could fluctuate. "Once I remembered, it was all I could see. I cried for weeks about it until I couldn't feel it anymore. My dad was shot, I saw him get shot. I think it was a burglar but all my stuff was with me once I got to this world, even my dad's gun. I- I- saw him die, and when I tried to stop the man he killed me too"

She was now holding in sobs. He could not imagine the pain she was in, specially by not being able to say goodbye, her life being taken away when she was so young. Jaime's mind whirred around with the newfound information, but he chose not to focus on any of it, seeing as she needed him to be there and listen, and not question her. He knew the ones that ended up here were those that had perished in another life, and for a moment he wondered if those who he had killed had ended up in a different world as well, but quickly shooed the thought away and held her closer, her body now raking with small sobs as she held on tightly to his jacket, the leather almost repelling her tears. "I lost my family once, and then I came here and found another. I'm not letting them go" And then he understood. She belonged in Dorne, and no green boy, even if she cared for him, would drive her away from it.

He had been with her until she fell asleep, doing his best to comfort her as she cried and carrying her to lie down properly on the bed, covering her with the furs before he left, going to the one person he knew might be able to fix this.

Once he was let into Prince Oberyn's room after a long discussion with the thick-headed Dornish guard who kept calling him a Kingslayer, as most would, he was not surprised to see the Stark boy already there, glaring at him with a hatred to match the Prince's own.

"A Lannister with a Stark and a Martell in the same room. It sounds like a good joke. What do you want, Kingslayer" The Red Viper spoke up, while Jaime threaded carefully, staying on his feet while the other two sat down.

"I understand there is some commotion surrounding the joining of your two houses. I came to tell you that she doesn't want to"

"And how would you know what she wants, Kingslayer"

The nickname always had the ability to wipe a smile from his face, no matter how many times he heard it, but he quickly recomposed himself. "Well, given by her crying in my arms for the past hour, I would say she is quite unhappy about the prospects" He said, the Stark boy immediately standing up to fight him and making him laugh. Pathetic.

"Why would she cry to you, Lannister?" Oberyn seemed like he was trying to feign his true feelings, adopting an almost bored tone.

"She wants to stay in Dorne with you"

"And that upsets you" He stated, now standing up in interest, a small smirk on his face. "She stays away for two moons and already had two men fighting for her attention. I must say I'm proud. A Stark and a Lannister, at that" He chuckled, motioning for Robb to sit back down, who begrudgingly obeyed. "If she does not wish the marry, she won't marry. Simple as that"

The three were interrupted by a soft knock on the Door, and Jaime, being the one standing, went ahead and opened it only for his eyes to fall back on hers, watching them widen slightly as her voice came out soft and quiet. "Jaime? What are you doing here?" At the sound the two other men stood, Robb taking a step forward before Oberyn stopped him.

"If she does not wish to see you at the moment, respect it", The boy nodding and staying on his feet while Jaime stepped in front of her to block her path.

"I came to tell him you do not wanted a marriage"

"Yeah, but he knows" Her eyebrows furrowed, he looked so innocent and upset, sometimes he forgot how young and small she really was. He stepped closer, taking one of her hands and she looked up at him, breathing out a small "thank you anyways", her eyes glued to his before flickering down to his lips, and if the two other men were not here, he wouldn't have backed away slightly when she leaned closer to him. Instead, he wrapped a hand around her waist as he stepped to the side, Oberyn now walking to her and ushering the other two out. Robb Stark searched for her eyes, yet could not meet them as she now looked at Oberyn, the same sad look still on her face.

Oh god this chapter was a little whirlwind. I realized I'm almost in chapter 10 and still haven't moved on from the first episode in the show but that'll change soon, there's just so much I wanted to do while everyone was together, since the rest of the storyline everyone will be in a different corner of the world and she'll eventually have to split away from the rest of the group but anyways, next chapter is a special hunting party, and Mari will finally get to change some of the course of the story and do what she believes her mission to be.