My hands shook and my palms were moist with sweat as I sat on his bed, looking about a room that was to familiar. He arrived with a shriek of rusting hinges, his face pulled in a deep frown.
"My lord." I greeted. His face fell as his eyes grew hard. Mouth pulling in a tight line as he walked over.
"What are you doing here? How many times do I have to tell you not to meet me here?" He demanded as I stood to meet him. My heart thumped painfully in my chest as my mind battled with what to feel.
"Right. It's a dangerous place and what have you. You seem tense." I noted as I side stepped him, going over to pour myself a glass of wine. Perhaps it was a mistake coming here.
"If I seem tense, it's because my nephew, the king, wants to murder me. My wife hates me because my father murdered her family, Oberyn Martell wants to murder everyone who's last is Lannister." He growled, counting the reasons on his fingers. Oberyn Martell? Surely-
"Did you say Oberyn Martell?" I asked as a spark ignited in my heart for the first time in a long time. He stopped talking, eyes searching my face.
"Yes. Why, do you know him?" Remember he's a Lannister. I told myself as he continued to stare.
"I've never met him. I only know what I heard through rumors." The lie sat heavy on my tongue as his eyes grew hard again.
"Now is not a good time for you to be here."
"Is that why you wanted to ship me away?" The words were in the air before I could catch them, my emotions getting the better of me yet again.
"Ship you away?" I scoffed at the fool's act. Lying seems to come naturally to some.
"The diamonds. You thought they'd make me disappear." I explained incase his small mind forgot.
"Diamonds, what are you talking about?" I closed my eyes, counting ten heartbeats before I could look at him again.
"You should have told me to leave yourself, if you'd wanted me gone so badly." Not that I would have left, but it would have helped me to forgive him. Instead, he sends Lord Varys as if I'm not even worth the effort.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I wanted to scream at him, to hurt him so I wouldn't be alone in my suffering. The darkness seemed to smother me as my hand reached for my blade, the metal solid beneath my dress.
"If you ever try to have me sent away again. I'll carve out your heart." I hissed before I stormed out, not obtaining one answer I'd come to collect. Oberyn Martell. His name echoed at the far corner of my mind. Why would he be in King's Landing? I wondered as I walked to my chambers. Wanting nothing more than to drown my pain in as much wine as possible, but I needed answers.