It was raining. Talisa enjoyed the rain, it made the ground fresh again and left the air smelling fresh and clean. She remembered that in her homeland, Volantis, heavy rainfall made the sea look as if it was dancing. Recollecting on how Fate had played its hand and she was now the Queen of at least half the Westerosi lands, of the North and the Riverlands, she could not help but sigh. Perhaps, Fate would be kinder on her husband and his armies. They seemed to be locked down in a very precarious position now. Robb should not have executed Rickard Karstark, but now that it is done, they would have to make do with their mistakes and forge a new path.

"Your Grace, there are guests here for King Robb," a messenger boy said from outside her tent.

Eagerly, Talisa dropped her thoughts and attended to the material world. "His Grace is currently... swamped with matters of state, my friends," she said to the three figures in sand-colored cloaks. She did not recognize the sigils upon them but she made out a red sun pierced by a spear. Another look at her husband's guests and she deemed them to be a male, accompanied by two females, both of which were heavily armed. "He would return soon, I think."

Once in the portion of the tent used to receive guests, all three of them removed their hoods. From the way they resembled one another, Talisa reckoned that they were a father and his two daughters. They had the same tanned coloring that she had never seen before in Westerosi circles, dark hair and eyes. The father spoke first, and in High Valyrian, "Your Grace, it is an honor to finally meet the Queen in the North. I am Oberyn Martell, Prince of Dorne. These beautiful ladies over here are my daughters, Obara and Nymeria Sand."

The two young women rolled their eyes at their father's description of them, but said nothing. Talisa tried hard not to chuckle. "And I am Talisa Maegyr of Volantis, although I should now be called Talisa... Stark in your Westerosi customs, should I not?" For whatever reason, these strange guests from Dorne did not bristle her as her husband's bannermen did. If they bore any ill-will then she could not sense it, and she prided herself to be quite the cynic. It was a skill one needed to have in these strange, barbaric lands so far away from home.

However, before she could even continue, Robb entered the tent with his mother, the Blackfish and Roose Bolton. "Good Gods!" Catelyn Stark exclaimed upon laying eyes on Oberyn. The Stark bannermen immediately drew their swords, much to the confusion of their queen. "Oberyn Martell, what are you doing here?"

Oberyn's daughters drew their weapons as well. Obara seemed to favor the spear and Nymeria, a long whip. However, Oberyn gave them all a sideways smile and gestured to his daughters to drop their weapons. "I come to offer the North and the Riverlands an offer that they cannot refuse," Oberyn explained himself. "It is a very enticing one, I can assure you."

"What offer is that?" Robb demanded. "What does the Red Viper of Dorne want with the North?"

Oberyn's smile grew wider. "The very same you want, vengeance for the deaths of our families at the hands of the Lannisters," he elaborated. "In exchange, you will help us install a new ruler upon Westeros and see these Seven Kingdoms being split into only Five."

"You're insane!" Brynden Tully, aptly known as the Blackfish exclaimed. "Whatever you Dornish snakes are planning, it'll never -"

"Insane, am I?" Oberyn returned, cutting the Blackfish off. "Well, you should make yourselves comfortable, Your Grace, my Lords. I'm going to tell you many insane things that will come if King Robb wants to see peace, starting with Lady Sansa's freedom from King's Landing."

HAN: Hello, everyone! This is Hani here with my first Game of Thrones fanfic! I do hope that you are merciful and enjoy this as it goes. For whatever reason, I decided to see if there was anything for the Oberyn/Sansa pairing. This fic was written because I was utterly inspired by them and I hope that mine can be as effective and entertaining.

Let's enjoy the ride, shall we?

P.S: This fic is also currently on AO3.