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Chapter Seventeen: Not Your Whore.

Leaning back in his seat, Oberyn frowned watching the sight before him not able to look away at his wife while she danced with another man; a smile on her face and not once did she look his way. This wasn't not what he had expected when he had married Amara, he had expected her to complain and throw herself at him because he was not paying her the respect that she deserved as his wife.

It had certainly surprised him how she had taken his daughters under her wing, she made sure that they were educated and provided for well better than he had expected. Not many women would have cared for their husband's bastards and welcomed them into their household or made sure that they were educated well.

The colour of her dress stood out in the crowd, he couldn't quite say that he had seen any of the ladies at court wear such a colour; he would not deny that she looked beautiful in her gown. It showed off more flesh than she had done since arriving, he couldn't quite recall seeing this much of her before; it hugged her in just the right way.

"Come my love," Ellaria said taking Oberyn's hand trying to get his attention, she grew tired of him staring at a woman that wasn't her; she was still upset that she had lost almost all her spies in Amara's household. Only Elia remained and her daughter was growing tired of inaction, she wanted to deal with the threat before whatever Amara was trying to do took hold.

However, her smile quickly faded as Oberyn pulled away from her and made his way across the room; his eyes not leaving the woman that had managed to slowly worm her way into his mind. Ellaria could only watch as Oberyn made his way over to Amara, she clenched her fist knowing that she could not just stand here and watch him leave her.

She turned on her heel and stormed away, she would not be embarrassed like this and she knew he'd come crawling back to her once his wife had disappointed him.

Not realising that Ellaria had left the revel, Oberyn continued his path through the people that were dancing; his eyes not leaving Amara as she danced with one of her guards. It had not escaped his notice that this certain guard had danced with Amara on more than one occasion; he had even seen them walking in the shadows of the gardens.

"May I interrupt?" Oberyn asked, he stared at Ka almost daring him to deny him when the other man was dancing with his wife. He stepped closer making Ka step away from Amara, he noticed the look that Ka offered Amara before he let go of her hand and allowed Oberyn to take his place.

Watching Ka walk away, Oberyn felt triumphant for a moment before he offered his hand to Amara; he raised an eyebrow at her almost daring her to deny him now. Stepping closer to Amara, Oberyn couldn't help but smile as she stepped backwards; he would not allow her to deny him this time, he recalled how she had denied him last time.

"My Lord Husband," Amara greeted holding out her hand for him to take, she could not slip away this time; she would dance and she knew just what she would do. Oberyn didn't hesitate, feeling victorious that this time she did not turn him away; he took her hand as his other slide around her back, the open back of her dress allowing him to trail across her bare skin.

Moving to the music, Amara barely offered her husband a glance as they danced; his rough fingers dancing along her bare skin where he could touch as they danced. Herit watched from the side, a smile on her face knowing just what her mistress had in mind for Prince Oberyn.

"You dance beautifully wife," Oberyn mused enjoying the fact that he finally had her attention, he drew her closer enjoying the way that her dress moved as they danced; it was certainly a number he'd like to see her in again. It certainly did her justice and he knew that he was not the only man to admire her in such a dress; he was the only one that would be allowed to touch her like this.

"Was there ever a doubt?" Amara asked twirling to face Oberyn, she pressed herself closer to his body as his hand dropped to her waist and held her close to him. Oberyn smirked pleased to have such attention from a woman that plagued his mind, he had never met one that seemed so uninterested in him before especially since she was his wife.

He lowered his face down to kiss her almost delighted to find her leaning up to kiss him; however, before their lips could touch, she pulled away, twisting out of his arms before he could do anything. Amara glanced at Oberyn as she twirled away from him, he caught her hand preventing her from leaving him completely; his eyes dark as he took in the amusement on her face.

He tugged her back to him, not caring who was watching them; his hands eagerly finding the bare skin that was left revealed at her waist. Ka stood across the room watching the display, he could feel a knot forming in his stomach as he watched Amara with Oberyn; he should have known the Prince would find away to catch her attention.

He knew that gaining her attention had been a risk especially when she was married, however Oberyn hadn't paid her much attention especially when he had Ellaria. There was nothing that he could offer to Amara, no life that he could give her that would be able to offer her that would be worthy of a woman like her.

Dipping Amara backwards, Oberyn couldn't help but picture what she would look like in his bed; his eyes watching the way that her breasts moved as she breathed. Tonight, Amara looked nothing like the Princess that she had become upon the day that he had married her; she had never seemed to have a hair out of place, now she looked like something of a vision to him.

Oberyn made a note to make sure that she had many dresses like this one, he would happily pay for them if she was always like this; his fingers brushed against the soft skin that was revealed to him. Amara could hardly believe that she had held his attention for this long, it felt like an eternity compared to what she knew was probably only a few moments.

A quick glance of the room told Amara that Ellaria had left, she wondered just how long her husband's whore had stayed after losing his attention. The music slowly started to come to an end and Amara wasn't sure what might come next; she prepared herself knowing that she'd have to think quickly. Making up his mind, Oberyn knew that there was only one woman that he wished to spend the night with; Ellaria would just have to learn to deal with it, it wasn't like he had not spent time with her today.

"I wish to visit your chambers tonight," Oberyn breathed, if she danced this well then, he could only imagine what she would be like when he visited her chambers; his eyes glancing down the dip in the front of her dress. He twirled her around and pressed against her back, his hands moving to her waist and his nose running along the length of her neck as she tilted her head back slightly against his shoulder.

"You forget Husband. I am not your whore," Amara said her head tilting back further so that she could whisper the words in his ears, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke to him. Before Oberyn could reply, Amara pulled away from him not looking back as she walked away; her heart pounding in her chest knowing that this was not a night that either of them would forget easily.

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