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I've revamped the last part of the last chapter.

Chapter Twenty-Six: I Am Your Wife.

Taking a deep breath, Amara stared at the doors that were set out before her and tried to calm her nerves knowing that what she did now was for the best; her hands trembled and she cursed herself for waiting as long as she had. After he had defeated Ka, Amara should have come to him instead of waiting to see if he would be at the feast for her Name Day; she cursed herself knowing that it was time to face her fears.

Only Herit had accompanied her when she had left the banquet and Amara had insisted that the rest of her ladies enjoy the festivities while she had left to seek out her husband who had taken to his chambers. Amara tried to calm her nerves knowing she would need her wits about her if she were to speak with Oberyn; she could not afford for this conversation to be like the rest where she walked on eggshells.

Taking a step forward, Amara pushed open the doors to Oberyn's chambers and stepped inside; slowly closing the door behind her knowing without a doubt that Herit would wait for her outside. The chambers were rather like her own with a far simpler taste, her eyes catching on the large collection of books that a nearby bookshelf held; there were no titles that she recognised and several in a language that she did not recognise. Moving further into the chambers, Amara paused catching sight of her husband slumped in a chair facing out into the balcony; her hesitance to approach him seeking the wine bottle on the table made her doubt why she had come here.

"Husband," Amara greeted softly, her eyes not leaving his form almost as if she were expected him to strike out like a cornered viper; she doubted she would be a match for him should this turn physical. It only made her relieved that she cared the dagger that had been gifted to her by his daughters; it was hidden out of sight and none would expect her to be carrying it.

"Have you come to further torment me wife?" Oberyn asked not turning to look at her, he sipped from his goblet and stared out into the gardens rather enjoying the peace that he had here. He had not expected her to come to him this evening, he had been rather convinced she would focus on her wounded lover who he had bested in battle that day. Not saying a word, Amara made her way across the room and poured herself a goblet of the wine that he had; she moved to top up his drink only for him to refuse, his eyes stubbornly focused on the world outside.

"I have wounded your pride," Amara mused taking a seat, she had no doubts that he had not expected her actions and a part of her thrilled at the idea that her attention to Ka had wounded him in some way. Her intentions had always been to make him jealous to show him how it had felt while he ignored her for Ellaria; now she hoped that he would see that she would not just roll over and spread her legs for him like his whore.

"As I have wounded yours," Oberyn noted quietly, he had expected his actions to have stung her but there was no way to change the past. Whatever he had done could not be fixed nor would he grove at her feet, he would make her see that he was a man that could make her happy; he would ensure that she was safe as his wife even if he had to deal with those he had once cared for.

"You humiliated me, what did you expect? I could have turned a blind eye to your actions if you had not so publicly declared your favouritism for her," Amara reminded him, a frown on her face and she glared at him not wishing to rehash the past that had brought them here. A part of her would never understand what Oberyn had seen in Ellaria, the woman might have been the mother to four of his children but he did not seem the type to tolerate fools.

Silence engulfed them and Oberyn could only frown at her words, not wishing to discuss the issue that had led them here; he knew what he had done and he would spend his life making up for that. Ellaria was in the past and he would never forgive her for what she had done, he was not even sure how he could speak with Elia now that she had tried to poison Amara. Only the fact that even now, Ellaria had not written to their younger daughters unsettled him; he would forever be grateful for the fact that Amara had become a mother figure to them in their hour of need.

"Now we must put this behind us and face the mess that we have made, we have been made fools of and we cannot allow that to stand," Amara stated sipping on the wine, she did not look at Oberyn though she was sure he had heard her. Her work around Sunspear had served her well and Amara was certain that her actions would continue to do so; she was a Martell now and she would not allow anyone to hurt her family. It was because of them that the situation had been allowed to get to this point, Amara would own up to her part and she hoped to make it right now that she knew of a plot against them.

"House Uller plots against us. I hear whispers that Lord Uller has not given up his desires to be rid of me and has planted a spy that we did not expect," Amara revealed sneaking a look at Oberyn, his face remained blank but she could see a slight twitch that gave away that he had heard her. Amara was not ready to speak of how she had heard of the plot but she would not spare those who thought that she or Oberyn could be played like pieces on a chessboard for others to control.

"It has come to my attention that Ka is Lord Uller's nephew and had been placed in my household to cause strife between us to aid his cousin Ellaria in remaining in your bed," Amara continued, though she knew her part in this just as well as Oberyn knew his. They had been played and had fallen for this, she cursed herself knowing that she should have been more aware and not allowed herself to be flattered by a man that was not her husband just cause she was desperate for some love and attention.

The sound of Oberyn's chair crashing to the floor made her jump and she stared at her husband watching as he launched his goblet of wine across the room, her eyes wide as he swore loudly. She almost did not hear Herit enter to make sure that everything was well having become worried by the noise that she had heard and fearing for Amara.

Waving off Herit and waiting for her cousin to leave them alone again, Amara set down her goblet and got to her feet; she moved towards Oberyn and flinched as he punched the wall. Gently reaching for his arm, Amara eyed his bruised knuckles and moved to make sure that was all he had done when he had punched the wall; she would send for a maid later to clean up the mess he had made.

"I am your wife, whatever that means for us. I shall never stray, even when tempted for I honour our vows though I know that you do not," Amara murmured softly, her hands moving over his injured knuckles and she couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes. If she were to spend the rest of her life as a maid then she was prepared to do that, she could ignore her brothers demands nor did it truly matter if she gave Oberyn a child.

It was not like her children would inherit the throne anyway, Doran had three children of his own and Amara had no doubts that it would always be his line that was invested to inherit the throne of Dorne. Amara would find herself content to raise the daughters that Ellaria had left behind, she adored Obella, Dorea and Loreza; she had come to care for them in their time together.

"You think that I would not honour my vow to you," Oberyn stated with a frown, he might not have always shown her the kindness that she deserved but he would not forsake her. He had been blinded by anger when they had married, he had never wished for such a thing and had always preferred his life free of such commitments that it had been all to ease to give Ellaria what she had wanted.

"You are not that man, Husband. I have come to accept that," Amara replied simply, she still didn't look at him knowing that she would find contentment in other ways; his younger children and her work would be enough for her. Never again would she allow herself to be taken as a fool, Amara did not wish to see anyone hurt because of her foolishness and she would correct that; she would show House Uller just what it meant to meddle with House Martell.

"As you are my wife, I shall endeavour to be the husband that you deserve; I shall not shame you again, we shall deal with House Uller together," Oberyn vowed, his injured hand moving to brush some hair from her face and he watched her glance at him. A small part of him wishing to kiss her to show her that he meant this vow, they had much to make up for and that perhaps he would not be the most faithful husband; he would not shame her to the people again.

There would be no doubt that she was his wife, the mother of his children and a trusted member of House Martell.

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