Oberyn waited patiently at the foot of the stairs, dressed in his finest robes. His brother had sent them the day before and Oberyn was glad of it. They were made of fine silk and dyed in his house colors. Deep oranges and yellows with his sigil stitched above his heart: a red sun with a spear through it. It was left open in the front and revealed a good deal of his tanned chest. He knew Reyna would appreciate that little detail.
Ellaria was standing with the other Dornish families on the right side of the sept, while the Tyrell's and the royal family stood on the left. A page stood just behind Oberyn holding the cloak that he would drape over Reyna. It was made from the same silk as Oberyn's robes and had his sigil proudly stitched on the back. He couldn't wait to see the orange against Reyna's pale skin, just the image itself sent ripples of pleasure down his spine.
Oberyn felt an almost nervous wiggle in his stomach. There was no need for it though. This marriage was purely political. It did help that he and Reyna were somewhat attracted to each other. He believed they would make each other comfortably happy. If not happy then they'd at least be satisfied. Oberyn would be fine if she found another lover beside him, he had Ellaria after all, only fair for Reyna to find one as well.
The guests all turned backwards as Reyna and her father walked down the aisle. Oberyn turned as well and felt his chest swell at the sight. Reyna was wearing a dress of the palest green color, golden roses stitched near the hem. Her long brown curls were swept into an intricate braid, a few pieces still loose and hanging around her face. She wore a circlet of small golden suns around her head, a gift from her new good brother, Doran. Her lips had been painted a sweet berry color and her face had a glowy sheen to it. There were two cutouts around her hips and a necklace holding an orange stone around her neck. From her ears dripped the same orange stones and her hands were bare, waiting to be adorned with the ring that Oberyn had procured.
Oberyn felt extremely proud in that moment, to have such a beautiful new wife. He could already see some of the Dornish lords glaring at him jealously. Ellaria was also looking quite smug for whatever reason. Oberyn had long ago stopped trying to figure out his paramour's motives. Reyna's cheeks flushed pink as they approached him, her lips turning up into a kind smile.
As he watched her lips Oberyn got a flashback from when he had visited her in her chambers a few nights prior. It was exactly how he imagined their first kiss to be. Passionate, fiery, demanding. Obviously she still remembered it too because when her father passed her hand from his into Oberyn's her cheeks flushed even more. Oberyn smirked at her and carefully led her up the steps to where the Septon stood. The page followed behind them, still carrying the orange cloak in his hands.
Once they reached the top the Septon gestured at Oberyn, the prince turned and took the cloak from the page's hands. Reyna turned so her back was to him, looking over her shoulder to give him one smoldering glance. Oberyn smiled happily as he draped the cloak around her shoulders, Reyna's hands coming up to hold it in place. The prince gave her uppers arms a comforting squeeze and placed a tender kiss to her cheek. They both turned then and held out their hands, Oberyn placing his just on top of Reyna's. The Septon stepped forward, a long white ribbon in his hands and draped it other the couples wrists.
"In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon each other and say the words," he announced as he looped the ribbon around their wrists. Oberyn and Reyna turned as one, staring deep into each other's eyes. Oberyn saw the flames of nervousness in her eyes and gave her hand a slight squeeze. Once they said these words everything would change. They would truly be husband and wife, forever and always.
"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers/his, and she/he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days."
The Septon made a final gesture and Oberyn closed the space between them. He pressed his lips firmly against hers and the crowd went wild with applause. Reyna's free hand came up and caressed the side of his face. When they pulled away Oberyn opened his eyes and felt that strange feeling again, the feeling of wanting to melt into her, to submit. The feeling disappeared as quickly as it had come and they turned to face the crowd. Margaery was jumping up and down, Tommen looking on in amusement. Tywin and Cersei looked pleased and Jaime Lannister looked slightly peeved. That confused Oberyn but he didn't bother to read into it. He was too busy reveling in his own happiness to care about anyone else's feelings.
Oberyn led his new wife down the steps and down the aisle. People congratulated them as they went, but all Oberyn could look at was Reyna. She had a genuinely happy smile on her face and was squeezing his hand in excitement.
Their reception was being held in the same courtyard as Joffrey and Margaery's had been. The setup was more or less the same with a little less of the pomp. That had been a king's wedding, this was a prince's. Oberyn knew how proud Reyna had been when she had finished all the details so he made sure to compliment her. His words had only made her smile grow and she kissed him right then and there. Oberyn felt incredibly lucky and hoped that the feeling wouldn't wear off anytime soon.