Little Reyne

A/N - I've always wanted to write a "last living Reyne" story and I finally found an excuse. I'm already planning a sequel to this. I'm also not sure when Tywin killed the Reyne's and Tarbeck's, but I'm assuming it was when he was younger.

Ciel sat by Tywin Lannister's side.

No one knew why Lord Tywin seemed to favor her. Many suspected it was because he intended to make her his young wife, but truly it was because he simply enjoyed her company. She was intelligent and had a quick wit.

The song ended and everyone clapped. A man stepped forward and dedicated the next song to Lord Tywin.

"And who are you the proud lord said…"

A sliver of ice went down Ciel's spine.

"Are you alright, my lady?" Tywin asked, noticed the change in the young brunette.

"I feel a bit flushed. I fear the wine has gone to my head. I think I will step out for a moment and take a turn about the gardens," she told him.

"Would you like me to accompany you?"

Ciel smiled and placed her hand on his shoulder. "No, my lord. Stay and enjoy the festivities. I shall only be a minute."

She stood up and left the Great Hall, nearly running to the gardens. She found a secluded bench and began to cry.

"Why do you cry, little one?" a warm, accented voice asked her.

She turned and saw Prince Oberyn of Dorne. She sniffled and wiped her eyes. "You would think after living in the Capitol for so long, I would no longer cry when I hear that song," Ciel told him.

"The Rains of Castamere?"

Ciel squeezed her eyes shut in pain. "Please. Please do not say that name again."

Oberyn sat next to her. "I still do not understand why you weep."

"A Reyne still lives."

"Yes, I have heard rumors. A single child, unknown to Tywin Lannister at the time."

"They weren't at the castle when it happened. Off playing woods, like any child would be."

"You speak as thought you know." She looked at him and he scoffed. "But you are too young."

"I am not that young."

"You are what? Two and twenty? I am nearly twenty years your senior."

"Men older than you have married maidens far younger. But you are correct. It was not me. It was my father. Lord Tywin found out about him and had him killed."

"He believed he killed the last of their bloodline."

"Yes. I never knew my father. Only what my mother had told me about him. He knew he'd be hunted down if Tywin ever found out so as soon as he knew she was pregnant, he disappeared. He was right."

"And all that remains is you, little Reyne."

Ciel covered Oberyn's mouth with her hand and looked around. "You cannot utter that name King's Landing or I will be killed."

Oberyn took her hand off his mouth, but instead of letting it go he placed a kiss on her knuckles. "You have my word, my lady."

A few days later, King Joffrey and Margaery Tyrell were married.

It was the most lavish wedding Ciel had ever been to. She was looking around at the guests when someone poured her a goblet of wine. She reached down to pick it up when a hand landed on her shoulder. Ciel jumped, accidentally knocking over the wine.

It spilled off the table onto the stones below.

"I apologize, my lady. I did not mean to frighten you." Oberyn sat down next to her and handed her a new goblet of wine. "I think you'll prefer this wine."

She took a sip and realized it wasn't the wine she was used to drinking. Ciel gave Oberyn a looked and he chuckled.

"It is Dornish wine."

"And do you always bring your own wine with you to a wedding?"

Oberyn smiled. "Dornish wine is far superior to any wine found in the Red Keep." Oberyn dropped his voice to nearly a whisper. "I know poison when I see it."

Ciel tried to keep calm as she sipped her wine, but Oberyn could see her hands shaking. "They know, then."

"I'm afraid so."

"Someone was spying that night in the garden. I should have known Tywin has eyes and ears everywhere."

Oberyn took one of her hands in his under the table, trying to offer her some comfort.

She was about to say something more when Joffrey started coughing.

The wedding quickly descended into chaos.

In the commotion, Oberyn stood up and ushered her over to Ellaria. "Go to your chambers," he urged them.

"Oberyn," Ciel said, clutching onto his golden robes.

He kissed her head and gently pulled her hands off him. "I will fetch you later. Please, little one. I will get you out of King's Landing alive, I swear it."

"I will look after her, my love," Ellaria told him. He kissed her lips and Ellaria hurried into the castle, Ciel trailing after her.

When they reached Ciel's chambers, she was sobbing.

Ellaria smoothed the hair from her face. "It will be okay, little one." Ellaria led her to the bed, before gently undressing her. Ellaria stood up to leave when Ciel grabbed her wrist.

"Don't leave me. Please don't leave me."

Ellaria climbed in bed and wrapped her arms around the younger woman. "I am not going anywhere, little one."

It was much later when Oberyn reappeared.

Ellaria slid off the bed gently, careful to not wake her up. She walked over her prince and pressed her lips to his. "She has only now fallen asleep."

"Oberyn?" her sweet voice asked.

Oberyn walked over to the bed and leaned over her, one hand brushing some hair behind her ear. "The King is dead."

"But…"

"Shhh. Go back to sleep. We'll speak in the morning." He kissed her forehead and stroked Ciel's cheek until she fell asleep.

Ciel woke up cradled by Oberyn's arms. Her head was tucked under his chin and Ellaria had her arms wrapped around him from behind.

The sunlight hit his face making him look like an angel.

Ciel reached up and set her hand on his cheek.

Oberyn opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Good morning, little one."

Ciel blushed and went to pull her hand away from his face.

Oberyn caught her hand and kissed her knuckles like that night the garden.

Ciel leaned forward and pressed her lips to Oberyn's.

"What a sight to wake up to," Ellaria purred.

Oberyn pulled away from Ciel smiling and turned his head to kiss Ellaria.

Ciel felt her heartbeat quicken. If they were gorgeous separately, together they were even more so.

The three of them laid in bed as they discussed what to do next.

"We need to return to Dorne," Ellaria said.

"But so soon after Joffrey's death?" Ciel asked, "Oberyn is known for poisons, surely they will suspect him. He isn't safe here."

"What do you think, my love?"

Oberyn had been silent throughout the women's debate. "Leaving would arise suspicions, but there is no way the Lannister's would dare to try and take Dorne."

"What about me?" Ciel asked.

Oberyn cocked his head at her. "What about you, my sweet?"

Ciel tried not to blush at the pet name.

Oberyn walked over to her and grasped her chin in his hand. "I promised to get you out of King's Landing, did I not?"

"Yes, you did."

"I'm a man of my word. I do not care for the games here in the North the little lords play with women, using them as pawns. You will come to Dorne with us. Not only was the King poisoned, but someone was trying to kill you too."

"But Joffrey…"

Oberyn shook his head. "I do not believe the royal family knew anything about it. After all, why would they poison their son and grandson? Lord Tywin was trying to finish what he started with your family. I imagine the truth of your parentage would have been kept a secret. Everyone suspects that he intends to marry you."

"Allowing Tywin to play the distraught lover. I may hate him, but he is a clever man."

"Then it is settled, we will return to Dorne under cover of darkness."

That night, Oberyn and his retinue slipped out of King's Landing.

Oberyn left Tywin a message that he had taken Ciel with him claiming that he intended to marry her. He mentioned how he knew Tywin had planned to poison her and vowed that as long as he lived, the Reyne line would live on.