Reyna had never been more nervous about a conversation in her life, but Oberyn was right. She needed to tell Bronn about the wedding before anyone else told him. She had expected to find him in the training yard but was disappointed to find out that he wasn't there. After searching for another half hour she decided to retire to her rooms. Her wedding was only a few days away and she still had some planning to do.
She entered her room and heaved a sigh as she pushed the heavy oak door closed. When she turned to go to her desk she almost screamed at the sight of Bronn. He was looking at all the papers and pieces of fabric that littered her desk. She sucked in her breath, waiting for the inevitable argument that would follow.
"Planning another wedding?" He smirked. The lusty look in his eyes told Reyna that he was still clueless. He approached her quickly and grabbed the sides of her face, pulling her in for a breathtaking kiss. Reyna didn't kiss back, but that didn't deter Bronn. He grabbed her by the hips and trapped her between himself and the door behind them. After a moment Reyna managed to separate their lips, but his soon latched onto the sensitive skin right beneath her ear.
"Bronn, we need to talk," she said, making sure that her voice sounded extra authoritative. Bronn pulled away, confusing clouding his blue-grey eyes. Reyna managed to push him off and walked over to her window, trying to put as much space in between them as she could.
"What's this about?" She heard Bronn shuffle almost nervously behind her. Reyna took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She turned and clasped her hands together, mostly to keep them from shaking.
"The wedding I'm planning is… it's mine Bronn," she announced shakily. Bronn's eyes widened as he looked from the things on her desk back up to her. His cheeks became red with anger and his hand tightened on his sword.
"The Dornish prince?" He guessed, his teeth gritted. Reyna could only manage to nod, feeling the tears begin to well in her eyes. Bronn let out an angry sigh, his eyes returning to the desk. With an enraged roar he swept everything off the desk before flipping the piece of furniture over. Reyna couldn't help the scream that ripped from her throat. Bronn returned his eyes to her, his expression a mixture of anger, hurt, and sadness.
"You can't marry him, not when I love ya," he panted out. There they were, the three words she had been afraid of him saying. Reyna kept her eyes on the floor, afraid to look at Bronn. She heard him approach and only looked at him when he tilted her face up.
"I love ya," he repeated, his eyes searching hers for something. Reyna remained silent, not quite sure what to tell him. She liked Bronn, liked him a lot, but she didn't know if she loved him. She'd never loved anyone really. She wasn't even sure what it felt like to love anyone.
"Say somethin'!" He barked, grabbing her by the upper arms and giving her a little shake. Reyna's mouth opened and closed like a fish on dry land. Anything she said would only make him angrier. She couldn't say what he really wanted to hear.
"I… I… I'm sorry Bronn," she said tearfully. The sellsword's eyes sparkled with hidden tears and he let go of her as if she were as hot as iron.
"Do ya love that Dornish cunt?" He snapped angrily. Reyna's blood boiled at the sound of that word. She hated it, especially when it was used against people she cared about. But wait, did she care about Oberyn? She had been upset with him earlier when he had brought Bronn up, but maybe it was just her pride that had been wounded. And she had probably been more angry at herself than anything. She hadn't been careful and she got caught.
"Don't you dare call him that!" She snapped. Bronn looked taken aback at her tone, but he quickly steadied himself and sent her a glare.
"I can't believe you! All this time you were leadin' me on?" He practically screamed.
"Leading you on? When this all started you clearly told me you were just in it for the sex. You said that you didn't do mushy feelings. How is this then all my fault?" Reyna asked, her voice rising with every sentence.
"You're different from them," Bronn said a little more quietly.
"From who?" Reyna asked. Bronn ran a hand through his hair and paced around the room. He stopped and looked back over at her, clearly searching for the right words to use.
"The other ladies at court. They all pretend to be one thing when really they're something else. I thought you cared for me," he explained. Reyna felt her heart soften just a bit, but only a bit.
"I do care for you Bronn, just not in that way," she said a little sadly. She wanted to care about him in the way he wanted, but she just couldn't.
"I was gonna ask you to marry me," he confessed. Reyna froze, her eyes growing wide. Why on earth would he say that?
"They never would have allowed it. My sister is going to marry Tommen. I'll be good sister to yet another king. Even if she wasn't marrying a king I'm still a lady from a noble house. I could never marry a sellsword, even one who has the patronage of a Lannister," Reyna explained tearfully.
"I'm captain of the City Watch," Bronn tried feebly.
"It's not enough Bronn," Reyna sighed, one tear managing to fall down her cheek.
"So now you're gonna be a princess. Sold yourself to the highest bidder," he snapped, his demeanor changing in an instant.
"I didn't exactly have a say in this Bronn. Tywin Lannister arranged it and my father agreed. They didn't exactly ask for my opinion," she snapped right back at him.
"You could've refused," he growled.
"You try defying Tywin Lannister and tell me how you fare afterwards," she argued. Bronn rolled his eyes and looked over to her bed. He looked like he was watching all their trysts play out before him, each one like a stab in the gut.
"Do ya love him?" Bronn asked. Reyna assumed he meant Oberyn, but even she didn't have an answer to that question.
"I don't know," she nearly whispered. "I might one day."
"Can't believe I ever trusted you. Of course you could never love me. You could only ever love another high born," he scoffed.
"Don't say that Bronn, I…," she started but he cut her off.
"You're a whore," he spat at her. Reyna eyes widened in shock and she clenched her jaw angrily. Without thinking she sprang forward, slapping him across the face.
"Get out!" She screamed. "Get the fuck out of here."
Bronn's eyes held a rage she had never seen before. He looked like he wanted to say something more but one look from Reyna silenced him. He scoffed and turned sharply on his heel. The door slammed behind him and when it did Reyna couldn't help the angry groan that ripped through her. She was so angry with everyone and everything!
She looked to her overturned desk and all of the paper that had scattered around the room. She was too exhausted to deal with it tonight. It was still a little early but her fight with Bronn had left her feeling drained. She changed into her nightdress and lay down in bed, ready for this horrible day to be over.
Reyna was awoken several hours later by loud knocks on her door. The moon was out and her room was dark save for a few candles. Still half asleep Reyna stumbled to the door, pulling her robe tight around her. She quickly opened the door, thinking it was an emergency, but was surprised to find Oberyn there, his hair disheveled and his orange robe loose around his body.
"Oberyn?" Reyna asked sleepily. Oberyn remained silent, his eyes burning into hers. Without a word he stepped forward, grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her in for a kiss. It took Reyna a moment to even respond. Her head was exploding with the fact that this was their first kiss. His lips were soft and so demanding and they sent an electric current down Reyna's spine. His hands slowly travelled down her arms and came to a rest on her hips.
"Oberyn," Reyna moaned against his lips. She felt him smirk against her as he led her backwards, kicking the door closed behind him. Reyna tensed slightly, not expecting something like this to happen tonight.
"Do not worry my desert flower. I'm not here for that," he mumbled as his lips traced her ear. Reyna let out a breath of desire as his hands traced her body, leaving fire in their wake.
"And what if I want that?" She teased, letting her fingers tangle in his hair. She pressed her body against his and heard him hiss at the contact. She had missed this, the teasing and the touching. It had never felt like this with Bronn. Sure they was a fire, but compared to this it was just an ember in a dying fire, she and Oberyn were a flaming inferno. He was quickly making her forget all about Bronn and the fight that they'd had.
"Too bad. You'll have to wait for our wedding night," he chuckled back.
"Then what is this?" She asked before their lips reconnected. Oberyn pressed her down onto the bed, straddling her waist so that he could hover over her. His lips kissed across her collar bones and dipped down to kiss the tops of her breasts.
"This is my way of apologizing for earlier today," he confessed. Reyna closed her eyes and let her head fall back, letting herself get lost in his kisses. He seemed to be everywhere at once, his hands touching her hair, her face, her breasts, her hips, her thighs. His lips were on hers, her neck, her chest, her shoulders. After a while, his body left hers. Her eyes sprang open and she looked around the room for him, but he was gone. Had it all been some dream the Gods had sent her just to tease her, or had he really been here?