Joellyn woke in the morning resting on something warm. Correct that. Someone warm. As her awareness returned to her, she felt Oberyn's arms wrapped around her naked body and her head and hand was resting on his bare chest. She smiled softly to herself and nestled into his chest a little more as thoughts of last night flooded into her memory. She had been so nervous last night, but Oberyn had been so kind.

"My princess, you have no reason to worry about pleasing me," Oberyn had told her, while lovingly caressing her face, "Tonight is about you and your pleasure. Let me show you how much pleasure you have been missing. Trust me," he purred into her ear and began kissing her.

That was all it took. Joellyn gave into all of her pent up emotions that being around Oberyn had built up in her and it was amazing. Well, it hurt a little at first, but it became amazing. Oberyn was clearly very experienced, and she didn't actually think she minded all that much. His experience had taught him how to please a woman, and that was exactly what he had done.

She knew that it was late in the morning and that the two of them were probably expected to be somewhere, but she didn't really want to be anywhere else. She began trailing her fingers softly down his chest and onto his stomach where she traced the lines of his muscles. He stirred only a little before he grabbed her hand and pulled her on top of him, and Joellyn felt warm desire rising in her stomach for him.

He opened his dark eyes, pulled her face to his to kiss her deeply, then whispered, "Good morning, my princess."

Joellyn smiled as she felt his arms snake around her waist and hold her tightly to him and responded, "It is a good morning, my prince."

She saw Oberyn's eyes darken with desire. That was the first time she had called him "my prince" and it clearly had an effect on him. His voice had dropped deeper with desire as he asked, "And how are you feeling this morning?"

Rather than responding verbally, she kissed him deeply and tried to convey the desire that she was feeling as well. He obviously received the message, as the two of them picked up right where they had left off the night before. After they had finished and lay entangled in each other, Joellyn thought that she might never feel as if she had enough of Oberyn. This would be good, seeing as her husband had quite a large sexual appetite.

Oberyn sighed, "I would keep you in this bed all day with me, but I am expected to be in the small council meeting in a short while," and got out of bed.

Joellyn sat up in bed, pulling the covers over her body so that she could watch Oberyn get dressed. He was so graceful, in everything that he did. She didn't quite realize how much she had been staring at him until he pulled his tunic on and questioned, "Are you enjoying the show?"

She blushed and smiled as she nodded slowly and responded, "That I am."

He crossed the room as he was tying his tunic and stood beside their bed. When he finished, he put his hands on either side of her face and looked into her eyes, "You have made me immensely happy, and I very much enjoyed last night. I look forward to it again tonight," then kissed her. He deepened the kiss enough to get the feeling of desire rising in her again, then pulled away saying, "Enjoy your day, my princess."

She nodded, "You as well, my prince."

Joellyn saw his eyes darken with desire again as he took one more kiss from her lips, then left saying, "You have no idea what your words do to me."

She cocked an eyebrow as she looked down at his trousers and replied, "No, I think I do."

He shook his head, laughing to himself as he made necessary adjustments to hide his growing manhood, "I must go now. Go find our new sister and spend your day with her. I will count the hours until we can be together again, my love."

Oberyn kissed her temple softly then left their room, but Joellyn continued to sit in their bed for a short moment. Had Oberyn even realized what he called her? Until just then, he always called her "my princess". Had "my love" just been a slip of the tongue? Or did it mean that he really loved her? Better yet, what did she feel for him?

As she rose from bed to ready herself for the day, she ignored the aches in her body that reminded her of her nighttime activities with Oberyn. She knew that she did not love Oberyn, at least not yet. She was, very much, going to enjoy being married to him, but there was still a nagging fear that she would someday grow to not be enough for him. A man did not suddenly change his ways. Yet, she was reminded of what Oberyn had told her. He was not worried, so she should not be worried and should focus on enjoying their time that they had together.

After she was ready for the day, she left her room to see if she could find Jaime. She had wandered around the Keep for a good while looking for him until she remembered that Oberyn had mentioned a small council meeting. That is where Jaime would be. So, she resumed her search, but this time for Sansa.

It did not take long to find Sansa, as she knew her friend so well. She and Sansa had taken to meeting in the gardens daily with Margaery. Margaery was quickly becoming a valued third friend to the two of them. She knew that she was marrying a horrible person, but she managed to stay positive and upbeat, and she managed to hopeful that things could change if she could manage to get Joffrey away from Cersei enough. Joellyn really doubted that, but she did not want to be so negative for Margaery's sake.

Joellyn found both Margaery and Sansa seated in the garden enjoying their meal. It was only then that she realized how late she and Oberyn had been in bed. She greeted the two of them and took a seat saying, "Good day my friends. I am sorry that I'm so late."

She saw Margaery and Sansa exchange a look with each other, and they both smiled knowingly at Joellyn as Margaery said, "Oh, my dear Lady Martell, we understand that you had other things to keep you busy last night and this morning."

Joellyn blushed and the two of them laughed at her, so she replied, "Yes, he kept me busy. Can we move on?"

Her two friends took pity on her and gratefully changed the subject. They spent much of their time today discussing plans for Margaery's wedding to Joffrey. It sounded like it was going to be a beautiful ceremony, but it was so odd to think that the three of them would all be related once they were all married. Sansa and Joellyn would both become Margaery's aunt once she was married to Joffrey.

Joellyn laughed softly to herself at the realization and her two friends gave her a questioning look, to which she replied, "It is just strange that we are such good friends and we will all be family in a few short weeks. I've never really liked my family, other than Jaime and Tyrion, all that much. It will be nice to have members of my family that I like."

Margaery smiled graciously, but the smallest look of guilt passed through Sansa's features before she smiled also saying, "I have considered you family for a while now, Joellyn. It is just nice for it to be official." Joellyn nodded in response, but Sansa's look of guilt had not gone unnoticed.

The three of them began taking a turn through the garden when Joellyn was surprised that they were joined by her husband.

He bowed and greeted them, "My ladies. You three all look beautiful today."

Margaery spoke for the group saying, "Thank you, prince Oberyn. Sansa and I have been enjoying our time with your wife, though she was a little late to join us this morning."

Joellyn looked over and faked an angry glare at Margaery as Oberyn bowed slightly in an apology, "I must take the blame for that. I believe that marriage to the beautiful Joellyn agrees with me."

Joellyn rolled her eyes slightly at his words and added, "I believe marriage to you agrees with me as well, my prince. What can we do for you?"

Oberyn turned to Sansa and Margaery again, "I have some business that I need to attend to with my lovely wife. Would you ladies be so kind as to return her to me?"

Sansa and Margaery giggled as Sansa said, "Of course, Prince Oberyn. We look forward to seeing her again tomorrow."

Joellyn laughed with her two friends, then took her leave and went for a walk with Oberyn. She was surprised when he led her to where they had been training together. She did not question why they were headed there until they actually arrived and he stopped walking.

"Oberyn, why are we here," she asked.

He looked at her for a moment, then replied, "I was conflicted on if I should tell you this information or not. Out of jealousy, I almost did not tell you, but you deserve to know for the sake of our new sister."

Joellyn took a moment to process what he was saying then asked, "What do you know about Sansa's family?"

Oberyn continued, "After the small council meeting, your lord father dismissed your brothers and a few other members, but asked me to stay behind. I believe that he kept me there with the intentions of asking me about our first night together, but he became distracted by a raven that arrived. While he was reading his letter, I happened to see another that contained information about Sansa's brother."

Joellyn felt her breath catch in her chest as her chest constricted, "Oberyn, what do you know about Robb?"

He shook his head, almost seeming disappointed, "You are so concerned for his well-being."

Joellyn threw up her hands in frustration, "I do not love him, Oberyn. I have never loved him. He became a good friend and he is Sansa's brother. I do not want Sansa to lose anyone else. She is happy for the first time in a long time."

Oberyn nodded, but still almost seemed hesitant to tell what he knew, "I know, my princess. Your father has made plans with a man named Frey and a man named Bolton to have Robb Stark killed. I did not get long to look at the letter, but it mentioned something about his uncle marrying one of Frey's daughters."

Joellyn brought her hand to her mouth and began to feel sick to her stomach, "Oberyn, I have to get word to him. I have to try to warn him not to go."

Oberyn nodded, "I brought you down here so we could talk without fear of being overheard. There are too many people we do not trust in the Red Keep. We will not speak of this anymore."

Joellyn nodded, but continued speaking, "I know it is dangerous, but I have to tell him. I have been sending him information as long as Sansa has been here. If there's a chance we can keep him from going to the wedding, we have to do it."

Oberyn took her hand, "I have no intention of stopping you. We just cannot speak of this anymore."

Joellyn finally cleared her mind enough to realize what he was saying. They were safe to discuss it down here. No one was around and they could talk about whatever they needed to talk about. Once they began returning to the Red Keep, there were too many prying eyes and ears, so she nodded her head and said, "I understand."

Oberyn finally looked relieved and said, "Good. Let us return."

In their walk back to the Keep and through the Keep, they were stopped and greeted many times by well-wishers. Any other time, Joellyn would be grateful and think it kind how many people were happy for them and wishing them the best. However, right now she was just impatient to get back to her room and get out all the information she was holding in right now. When they were almost back to their room, they were met in a passageway by Jaime. Joellyn groaned softly to herself in frustration. Of course she was happy to see Jaime. She just felt like it was important to get this information written down and sent as soon as possible.

Jaime hugged her softly in greeting, "I just came by to see if you were busy this evening and you were not in your room. How fortunate we happened upon each other."

Joellyn smiled in return, "Yes, I was planning to come see you earlier, and then I remembered that you would have been in the small council meeting this morning."

Jaime shook his head, "Yes, our father wastes no time in getting me right back to work. Though I don't think he actually wants me to get back to work. And I doubt my ability to be a good Lord Commander without my sword hand."

Oberyn spoke up at this point, "You are a good fighter. It will take time, but you will learn to adjust."

Jaime didn't really look grateful for the input, but responded, "Thank you, but I'm not as confident that I will."

There seemed to be tension between Jaime and Oberyn, so Joellyn broke the awkward silence by asking, "You said you wanted to see if I was busy this evening?"

Jaime turned his attention back to her, "I did. Our father and sister seem otherwise occupied and do not seem interested in acquainting me with everything that happened in my absence. I was wondering if you and our brother would join me for dinner tonight."

Joellyn was grateful for his invitation. It would be nice to be able to spend time with Jaime and Tyrion together, "I cannot speak for Tyrion, but I would love to have dinner with you tonight."

Jamie nodded in return, "Will you join me in an hour, then? I still am recovering and this day has been difficult."

Joellyn felt sympathy and sadness well inside her, "Of course, Jaime. I will be there. You need to get your strength back."

As Jaime took his leave of them, they entered their room and Oberyn said, "You must do this quickly. There is already a raven waiting."

Joellyn quickly gathered her supplies and went to work.

Robb,

This is by far the most important information that I have been able to send to you. I do not know how you will be able to get out of this, but you must not go to your uncle's wedding. It is of the utmost importance that you are not there.

Walder Frey and Roose Bolton have made plans, though I know none of the specifics, to have you killed at some point during that wedding celebration. You are not safe. Your men, your mother, and your wife will not be safe if you go to the wedding.

Think of the North. The North needs a Stark to reside in Winterfell. And think of your sister, Sansa. She has gone through so many terrible things since her time in King's Landing. Even with being married to Tyrion Lannister, she is experiencing happiness. She needs to continue to have happiness in her life.

I do not know how you do it, but do not go to the wedding.

Joellyn quickly folded her letter, attached it to the raven, and sent the raven out the window. As she watched the raven and its precious cargo fly away, she felt Oberyn's presence behind her. He placed his hands on her hips and she felt his lips on her shoulder and began working his way slowly up her neck. She was astounded at how quickly she felt her worries and concerns leave her mind and her focus turned solely to her husband behind her.

He put pressure on her hips to encourage her to turn and face him. He pressed her body up against the wall and whispered huskily into her ear, "I have thought of you often today, my princess."

Joellyn felt herself shudder and responded, "I have thought of you as well, my prince."

She heard him growl involuntarily in response. He apparently liked being called "my prince", she would have to remember that. "Are you sure you want to go have dinner with your brother," he asked in between kisses to her neck.

Joellyn fought for some semblance of her sanity and said weakly, "I do."

Joellyn squealed as Oberyn lifted her into his arms saying, "Then we must act quickly, because I will not be able to wait for you until tonight." He dropped her softly onto the bed and hovered over her, looking into her eyes.

He shook his head slightly saying, "I never would have imagined myself in bed with a Lannister."

She raised an eyebrow in return, "You are not in bed with a Lannister, my prince. You're in bed with a Martell."

At this point, conversation did not happen anymore. Joellyn knew, from the first moment that she met Oberyn, that she was attracted to him and that he was attracted to her. She just didn't realize how deep that attraction truly ran. His kisses and his touch ignited a passion in her that she did not know could exist between two people. The two of them still had so much to learn about each other and had so much room to grow as a couple, but she looked forward to doing it with him.

For being a marriage that was arranged by her father, Joellyn was as happy as she could have ever dreamed to be.