"So, how was your private conversation with the Dornish prince?" Bronn asked. He and Reyna were in her rooms, stark naked with their legs entwined. Reyna's head was resting on Bronn's chest and he was tracing patterns on her back. Sweat coated both of their bodies and Reyna was delighting in the delicious soreness in between her legs. She lifted her head and rested her chin on his shoulder so that she could look at him.
"He's every bit the snake as you'd imagine," she smirked and pushed her hair behind her ear. Bronn's chuckle rumbled deep in his chest and he shifted so that Reyna was face down on the bed and he was laying on his side next to her.
"With a name like the Red Viper I'm not surprised," he scoffed. Reyna snickered and then let out a soft sigh when Bronn's lips traced her shoulder blades. She had needed this after the visit to the brothel. Not only was she stressed about the whole meeting, but watching how passionately Oberyn and Ellaria kissed had made her rather horny.
"He has revenge on his mind. I didn't like the way he looked at Tyrion, like he was a scum stain," Reyna growled. Bronn's lips paused and she felt his beard scratch in between her shoulders as he rested his head on her back.
"I know he's your friend, but you have to admit his family has caused some fuckin' damage," Bronn replied softly. Reyna let out a deep sigh and turned her head so that she could see Bronn's face. She knew that Bronn was only trying to be rational, but something about the way he attacked Tyrion made her seethe.
"His family, not him," she spat back. Bronn could obviously sense Reyna's growing anger because he leaned forward and planted a deep kiss on her lips. Just as things were starting to heat up again the door swung open and in walked Margery. Reyna broke away from Bronn and covered up her naked body with a sheet, Bronn quickly following her.
"Heard of knocking?" Reyna hissed, not too upset that her sister had interrupted. She was upset that Bronn wasn't defending her friend and was in no mood to continue what he was starting.
"I have," her sister smirked back, taking a seat at Reyna's writing desk. Reyna chuckled at the younger woman and sat up in bed, making sure that her sheet was still covering both her and Bronn's body.
"How can I help you?" She asked, carefully picking up her dress and attempting to put it on under the covers. Bronn followed her lead, but instead of getting dressed under the covers he simply stood up and started proudly parading around the room naked. Margery politely turned her head away but Reyna noticed the faint bit of blush that colored her sister's cheeks. Reyna couldn't blame her. For an older man Bronn had an exquisite body and he knew it. That confidence was what had first attracted Reyna to him.
"Grandmother has arranged a dinner," Margery finally announced.
"With whom?" Reyna asked as she watched Bronn loop his belt around his waist. She stood, now fully dressed, and turned her back to her sister. Margery took the hint and approached Reyna so that she could help ties up the laces of her dress.
"The Martells." Reyna let out a gasp as Margery tugged a little too tightly on the strings. She turned to take in Bronn's reaction and wasn't too surprised. He was now fully dressed and had a pissy look on his face. Immediately after their first meeting at the brothel Bronn had told her that he didn't like the way the Dornishman had stared at her. She had brushed it off a masculine protectiveness, but his face now showed a little bit of possessiveness, something that was new in their relationship.
"You mean Prince Oberyn and his paramour?" Reyna asked as Margery finished the last knot.
"Yes. She said she wanted us to be the first family to greet him properly," Margery sighed as she twirled around the room. Reyna admired her younger sister's easy confidence and optimism. Reyna on the other hand always saw the worst possible scenario, but that was understandable after everything she'd gone through.
"The Lannister's greeted him properly when they sent Tyrion," Reyna countered. Bronn and Margery both scoffed at that and Reyna knew why. If the Lannister's had really wanted to greet the Dornish properly then they would have received them in the throne room, not sent their youngest son and the sister of the soon to be new Queen.
"Either way, you're expected in grandmother's rooms by eight sharp," Margery finished with a little wink. Reyna smirked, knowing exactly what that wink meant. Reyna was notorious for being late to everything. Olenna Tyrell had always joked that her eldest granddaughter would even be late to her own wedding. Being late meant that when you entered every eye would be on you, something that Reyna thoroughly enjoyed.
"I'll see you tonight," Reyna replied. The two girls kissed each other's cheeks before Margery made her exit. Reyna had momentarily forgotten that Bronn was in the room until he spoke up.
"Are you actually goin' to go?" He asked, his tone teetering on angry. Reyna raised an eyebrow at him and walked towards her window, gazing down at the gardens.
"Of course I am. It would be suicide to ignore a summons from my grandmother," Reyna scoffed. Bronn remained silent for a long time, and Reyna was starting to wonder why he had not left yet.
"I guess I'll leave ya to get ready," he finally snapped before storming out of her room. Reyna let out a deep sigh, now she had to deal with a moody Bronn later. It wouldn't take much to make him happy and she hoped that soon their relationship would go back to how it normally was, sex with no feelings.
Of course, she ended up procrastinating getting ready and didn't leave her room until half an hour after eight. Her grandmother would be equal parts furious and pleased. The eldest and only single Tyrell child needed to make a grand entrance, and Reyna did at that.
"The Lady Reyna," one of the servants announced. Reyna swept gracefully into the room and curtsied immediately. The scrape of chairs told her that all of the men in the room had stood to acknowledge her. Reyna raised her eyes and took in all the gathered guests.
Of course, there was her grandmother, Olenna, her sister, and her brother Loras. Also seated at the table was Oberyn, his paramour Ellaria, and a handsome man that Reyna did not know.
"There is my beautiful granddaughter," Olenna smiled and stood to greet her. Reyna stepped forward and pressed a kiss to her grandmother's cheek.
"Excellent choice," Olenna whispered. Reyna couldn't help the smirk that crossed her lips. Of course, her grandmother was referring to the dress she had chosen. The dress was a beautiful orange color that she chose specifically for Oberyn. Orange was a color of House Martell and she felt that he would appreciate it. The neckline was cut rather low, exposing a good deal of her cleavage. Her sleeves stopped at her elbows and there were cutouts along her waist, showing off her hips.
"Beautiful indeed," Oberyn purred as he approached her. He strut towards her in a slow and calculated manner, as if he were appraising her. He leaned in very close to her, his chest brushing against her shoulder, and placed a firm kiss near the corner of her lips. Reyna's heart sped up and her skin started to burn. Everything about this man screamed seduction. The velvet smooth sound of his voice, the graceful way that he moved, even the smell of him was spicy and alluring.
"Thank you, my prince," she replied politely, her eyes trained on the floor. Oberyn placed two fingers under her chin and forced her head up so that her grey eyes met his obsidian ones. He searched her eyes for a long moment before a delicious smirk spread across his lips.
"Please, call me Oberyn," he chuckled. Reyna blinked in response and he hesitated a moment before retreating.
"Nice to see you again Ellaria," Reyna smiled as she took a seat in between her brother and the strange man. Ellaria smiled back sweetly, making Reyna like the woman immensely. The Dornish woman seemed like a fun companion.
"Sister, this is Ser Joran Baxter, a former member of Renly Baratheon's Kingsguard," Loras introduced. Reyna turned her eyes to Ser Joran and took a moment to appraise him. He had beautiful grey green eyes that contrasted nicely against his tan skin. His sandy colored hair reached just below his ears and his lips seemed curled into a permanent smirk.
"Lovely to meet you," she purred. Ser Joran grabbed Reyna's hand off of the table and brought it up to his lips. He placed a feather soft kiss to her knuckles, his eyes never leaving hers. Oberyn seemed not to like Ser Joran hogging all of Reyna's attention because he cleared his throat.
"I have a gift for you, Lady Olenna," he announced. Ser Joran placed Reyna's hand down but refused to turn away from her. Oberyn clapped his hands and a servant dressed in bright orange strode into the room, a large barrel of wine in his arms.
"Sweet Dornish wine," Oberyn declared. Margery and Loras clapped gratefully while Reyna let an amused smile cross her face.
"Lovely, Dornish wine is my Reyna's favorite," Olenna remarked. Oberyn turned his eyes back to Reyna, something dark and tempting sparkling in his eyes.
"Have you ever been to Dorne, my lady?" He asked. Reyna tilted her head, letting her voluminous chestnut curls fall over her shoulder.
"I stayed with the Dayne's for two years when I was sixteen," she explained sweetly. Ellaria leaned forward in her chair, intrigued.
"I'm surprised we have never met before," she inquired. Reyna let out a tinkling little laugh that had both Oberyn and Ser Joran lean closer. All of this male attention made Reyna even more confident.
"I was betrothed to Lord Aren Dayne. He told me he could not take me to Sunspear because Prince Oberyn would surely steal me away from him," she teased. Oberyn let out a bark of laughter and ran a hand over his chin.
"He was right to keep you from me," he replied, all while his eyes ravished her body. Reyna felt a faint blush blossom in her cheeks and turned to her cup of wine to hide it.
"I assume that you are no longer engaged to Lord Aren?" Ser Joran asked. Reyna shook her head and took a long sip of the sweet wine. While in Dorne, Lord Aren had helped her build her tolerance and she was certainly glad of it. Now she could easily out drink any lord and enjoy a nice evening out without worrying that the alcohol was getting to her head.
"My granddaughter was also betrothed to a lord in Robb Stark's court, but obviously we had to end that," Olenna added. Joran started looking at Reyna with different eyes. She was now an eligible young woman with a large fortune and a large title.
"I remember when Reyna first came back from Dorne and she told me about this interesting dance you do at weddings. It is supposed to give good luck to the newly married couple, right Reyna?" Margery asked. Reyna almost choked on her wine then. She vaguely remembered telling her sister about the dance, but that was not what had shocked her. The dance that Margery was talking about was a post wedding tradition between two guests that was very sensual.
"You mean the Dance of Fertility?" Ellaria asked, her eyelids drooping seductively. Oberyn's eyes were practically burning holes into Reyna's face, but she couldn't bring herself to look at him.
"The dance is supposed to signify a fertile marriage. It is performed by two of the couple's eligible guests," Oberyn elaborated.
"Well, Reyna used to always say that she would do it at my wedding. Will you still do it for me, sister?" Margery asked with a little laugh. Reyna's face was growing redder by the second, but thanks to the soft light of the candles it was barely noticeable.
"I don't really remember the dance," she responded a little shyly.
"I'm sure Oberyn would love to teach you," Ellaria teased. Obviously, she could sense the tension between Reyna and Oberyn and was delighting in strengthening it.
"It would be an honor," Oberyn replied immediately. The only reason Reyna had never brought up the dance again was because she had remembered just how sexual the dance was. Even though she considered herself a very sexual person she preferred to keep it private. The Dance of Fertility was full of rough caresses, kisses, and even partial undressing. While it seemed very appealing to do those things with Oberyn in the privacy of her room, it was an entirely different thing to do it in front of the entire court.
"I would rather not," Reyna said sternly, putting an end to the conversation. Olenna expertly steered the conversation to the upcoming wedding and asked if Oberyn himself was considering marriage.
"I have no wife. My brother will decide when I am ready for one, but he knows that I am too wild to be tamed," Oberyn chuckled darkly.
"Maybe you just need the right woman," Olenna suggested as she glanced down at Reyna. Reyna turned to her brother in disbelief, but Loras was trying his best to hide his laughter in his cup of wine.
"Are you married, Ser Joran?" Reyna asked, turning away from her grandmother. Joran raised his eyes to her and lifted his eyebrow slightly.
"I was betrothed once, but her father broke it off when I went into Renly's Kingsguard. Her father was a strict supporter of Robb Stark," he chuckled darkly. Reyna laughed and casually placed a hand on Joran's arm. Joran looked down at her hand, a pleased little smirk on his lips.
Moments later Reyna felt a foot touch hers. She assumed it was Oberyn's, since he was sitting across from her, but chalked it up to an accident. It wasn't until the foot started to move up that she became aware of his motives. Every time Reyna would touch Joran, Oberyn's foot would move a little higher. Soon, his foot was practically in her lap. Reyna clamped her thighs close together, only to see Oberyn's shoulders shake with laughter.
"This was a lovely meal," Olenna announced as she stood. Everyone quickly followed her and Reyna was glad to be free of Oberyn's touch. She had had only one cup of wine, but her head was swimming.
"Joran, will you escort me to my room?" Reyna asked. Joran was about to answer when Lady Olenna interrupted.
"Joran already promised to see Margery back to her rooms," Olenna corrected, her eyes drifting to Oberyn. Oberyn separated from Ellaria and made his way to Reyna. His stood so close behind her that Reyna could feel the heat radiating off of his body.
"Allow me," he said, his lips brushing against her ear. His hand travelled from her shoulder all the way down to her hand, leaving Reyna's skin to tingle.
"Goodnight Loras, Margery," Reyna said as Oberyn escorted her out of the room, deliberately forgetting her grandmother. They walked in silence for a few moments before Reyna decided to speak.
"You did not want to take Ellaria?" She asked intrigued. Oberyn turned to look at her, but Reyna refused to look back. She knew she had a pleasing profile and decided to let him admire it for a moment.
"Ellaria can handle herself," he said with a simple shrug.
"And I can't?" Reyna snapped, stopping suddenly in the middle of the hall. Oberyn turned to face her, an amused smirk on his lips.
"I didn't say that," he laughed.
"You implied it," she snarled. Oberyn started walking forward and when he got too close Reyna began to back up, that is, until she found her back pressed to the wall. Oberyn didn't tower over Reyna, but she did have to tilt her head back to look up at him. She took this moment to truly examine Oberyn's face.
His skin was a beautiful caramel color that was complemented by the bright colors he wore. His black beard carefully traced the curve of his sharp jaw and his mustache fell in a perfect curve above his lips. His eye were dark pits, but not in a scary way. They were full of lust and a fiery passion that he was now directing at Reyna. His black hair was beginning to dust with grey, but it wasn't too noticeable.
"I think you can handle yourself just fine," he purred. Reyna had to resist the strong temptation to grab him by the collar and pull him into her. His left hand traced the cutout around her hips while his right reached up to play with a strand of her hair.
"You look gorgeous in my house colors," he groaned as he pressed his hips into hers. Reyna didn't fail to notice the slight push of his manhood against her thigh. She couldn't help the breathy moan that passed her lips, nor could she control the way she shivered when his hand pressed into her lower back. Oberyn lowered his head so that his lips pressed into her shoulder, slowly trailing kisses up to her ear.
"Will you let me stay in your room tonight?" He growled against her skin. Reyna's resolve almost broke at the sound of his voice. Her knees buckled, but Oberyn's grip on her waist kept her upright.
"No," she breathed out. Oberyn chuckled and raised his head so that their noses brushed against each other.
"And why is that, my desert flower?" He asked curiously.
"Because I know exactly what will happen as soon as we pass that door."
"And what is that?" He chuckled, his lips now skimming hers. Reyna forced her eyes up to his and found a strange courage rising in her belly. She straightened up, placed a hand on Oberyn's chest, and spun them so that he was now the one pinned against the wall. Oberyn let out a chuckle of surprise, but let her be in control.
"As soon as we get through that door you'll press me up against the wall and claim my lips as yours. You'll rip my dress off of me and throw me down onto the bed. You'll make we watch as you slowly strip and then you'll be on top of me. You'll fuck me into the mattress while you whisper how tight I am and then minutes later you'll cum. Am I missing anything?"
Something carnal and animalistic raged in Oberyn's eyes and he pushed Reyna's hand off of his chest. He grabbed her roughly by the hips and pulled her flush against him. He tangled one hand in her hair and jerked her head back so that their eyes were locked on each other. His tongue flicked out to lick his lips, but since they were so close Reyna felt a slight touch on her own lips.
"You've obviously never fucked a Dornishman before," he growled deep in his chest.
"Well then," Reyna replied shakily, licking her lips. "Tell me exactly what will happen."
"Exactly?"
"Exactly."
Oberyn looked down the hall to make sure they were alone before leaning down and placing a kiss on her jaw. Then he kissed her chin, then her forehead, then her ear, then finally, he placed a kiss just at the very corner of her mouth.
"As soon as I'd get you through that door I'd pull you close and give you a kiss to leave you breathless. Your body would be so close to mine that you'd feel just how much I desired you. You'd feel every one of my muscles and you'd feel just how much my body aches for you. Then I'd lay you on the bed and kiss every inch of that delicious body that you so teasingly put on display. I would, as you put it, "slowly strip" just so you could see exactly what you're getting. And I wouldn't rip your beautiful dress. I'd let my hand slide up it until it was over your head, letting my hands gently caress your waist, your ass, your breasts, until I have you trembling. I'd fuck you so slow and steady that you'll be begging for that mattress fuck. I won't cum until you do and I'll make sure to leave marks on every part of your body so that everyone knows who you belong to."
Reyna felt like she couldn't breathe. Her heart felt ready to burst out of her chest and her skin ached to be touched. She knew she wouldn't be letting Oberyn in her room tonight, but she'd definitely need to call Bronn to relieve some of this tension. Her toes were curling inside of her shoes and she unconsciously pressed her body into his.
"Sounds good, no?" He asked. Reyna nodded almost imperceptibly, but she still managed to step away from the Dornish prince.
"I'll have to think on your offer. Good night Oberyn," she said shakily. As she walked away she heard Oberyn chuckled and mumble something under his breath. It almost sounded like:
"Don't think too long."