Reyna was riding on a cloud of pure ecstasy. She hadn't thought that this was how she was going to feel on her wedding day and was pleasantly surprised at the outcome of everything. Everyone had seemed happy for her in the sept, even grumpy old Tywin Lannister had managed a small smile, everyone that is except for Jaime. He had seemed annoyed and maybe a little angry. She still remembered what he had said at Joffrey's wedding, that he had wanted to talk to her. Unfortunately, they had been distracted by all of the dramatics, and then there was her own wedding to plan so it had been difficult to get him alone.
"I'm going to mingle," Reyna whispered to Oberyn. Her husband turned to her and nodded his head in recognition. He placed a hand behind her head and pulled her in for a long kiss. Several people at the high table clapped and cheered until they pulled apart. Reyna giggled when she pulled away, Oberyn throwing her a lust filled look. She stepped down from the high table and walked around the courtyard. She was in search of Jaime, she wanted to make sure he was alright.
There reception was a real Dornish affair. Everything was much more relaxed than the rest of the Westerosi receptions she'd been to. It reminded Reyna of the last Dornish wedding she'd been to. One of Aren Dayne's cousins had been getting married and they had all drank and danced until the early hours of the morning. Other things went on that night that Reyna would rather forget about, but now was not the time to think about that.
"You look troubled," a voice commented. Reyna looked up and found Jaime smiling down at her. He looked extremely handsome in his gold Kingsguard uniform, and she found that she preferred this shorter hairstyle on him. Reyna smiled back and tilted her head to the side, a mischievous look in her eyes.
"Just thinking on the past. Did you enjoy the ceremony?" She asked. Jaime's smile faded and he looked over towards the high table where Oberyn sat. He was chatting with some of his bannerman and drinking with Ellaria.
"It was as beautiful as the bride," he replied, a small smile spreading across his lips. Reyna blushed and glanced shyly down at her feet. Jaime held out his hand and Reyna gladly took it, letting him lead her around the party.
"How does it feel to be a princess now?" He teased. Reyna smacked him lightly on the chest, causing the two to laugh.
"I guess I'm a double princess now. Princess of Dorne and a Princess of Westeros once Margaery and Tommen marry," Reyna giggled. Jaime's hand tightened on her, causing Reyna to look up at him. He looked down at her and some sort of current passed between them.
"You wished to speak to me at Joffrey's wedding, what did you want to talk about?" She asked curiously. Jaime glanced around cautiously before pulling her behind a nearby tent. Reyna furrowed her brow, confused by the secrecy of his actions.
"I suppose it doesn't matter now, but I want you to know anyway," he whispered. Reyna raised her eyebrows, patiently waiting for him to continue.
"If I had asked you at Joffrey's wedding to marry me, would you have?" Jaime blurted out. Reyna's eyes sprang wide open and she took a surprised step backward. The golden knight was looking at her expectantly, but Reyna's mind was racing.
"But you're a member of the Kingsguard," she whispered back.
"My father would have gotten me out. He's always going on about it, how he wants me to get a wife and have an heir. Whenever he lectures me you're the only woman that comes to mind," he explained breathlessly. Reyna took another step back and pressed her hands to her face, trying to make sense of everything. The past few days had been intense. She'd fought with Oberyn over Bronn, she'd fought with Bronn over Oberyn, Bronn had confessed his love for her, she'd rejected him and he took it badly, Oberyn had apologized in the sexiest way possible, she'd married Oberyn, and now Jaime was telling her that she was the only woman he could imagine marrying.
"Please say something," Jaime begged.
"You're still a member of the Kingsguard and I'm married now. I don't know why you would tell me this when nothing can be done. Your father wouldn't let us annul our marriage. This was political. And besides what about Cersei?" Reyna asked. Jaime tensed up, becoming defensive.
"What about her?" He practically growled. Reyna reached out and grabbed onto his wrist, the last thing she wanted to do was upset him.
"I didn't mean that. But she would kill me if I married you, you know that," she whispered in a soothing voice. Jaime's walls melted as he realized she was right. Rumors or not Cersei wouldn't stand to see him with anyone else.
"I don't think Oberyn would mind," Jaime smiled and approached her slowly. His hands traced her hips and pulled her close to him.
"Jaime…," Reyna whispered, but she knew she had lost already.
"I care about you Reyna," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. Reyna sighed sweetly and they would have kissed had someone not cleared their throats behind them. Reyna slapped Jaime's hands away and spun around, her face on fire. Ellaria was standing there, hands on her hips and a large smirk on her face.
"Excuse me Ser," Reyna said to Jaime and walked past Ellaria, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her along behind her.
"What did you hear?" Reyna snapped. Ellaria stopped and turned Reyna around so they could look at each other.
"I heard many things," Ellaria chuckled and twirled a strand of hair around her finger. Reyna crossed her arms and looked over towards Oberyn. She caught his eye and he raised his glass to her. Reyna nodded her head back and turned back to Ellaria.
"Please don't tell him. I plan to stay faithful to my husband," she sighed out.
"Why? You know he won't stay faithful to you," Ellaria teased. Reyna's eyes went to the floor, she didn't want Ellaria to see how much that statement had stung her. She knew that he wouldn't be faithful, he was a Dornishman after all, extramarital affairs were natural. But Reyna wasn't born Dornish, nor was she raised Dornish. She was a Westerosi woman, born and raised, and a Westerosi woman was faithful to her lord husband.
"Please," Reyna begged. Ellaria gave her a strange look but nodded her head anyway. A relieved smile flitted across Reyna's lips before she turned to join her husband at the high table.
"Where did you run off to?" Oberyn asked once Reyna had taken her place at his side.
"Just taking everything in," Reyna replied breezily. Oberyn smiled back and leaned over to kiss her. The kiss sent bolts of lightning throughout her body and made her toes curl. It was slow but still full of heat. Oberyn put his hand on the back of her head and held her close. Reyna couldn't control the groan that rose in her as his hand caressed her knee. Oberyn smirked against her lips and pulled away just enough to whisper.
"I can't wait much longer," he growled, his hand giving her knee a sharp squeeze.
"Neither can I," she whispered back. Oberyn chuckled and gave her a final press of his lips to hers. From the corner of her eye Reyna watched Jaime walk around the party, his emerald green eyes burning holes through her. A stab of guilt pierced Reyna's stomach but she quickly shook it off. Neither Ellaria nor Jaime would tell Oberyn what had transpired and Reyna certainly wasn't going to tell her new husband.
"Let me take you to bed," Oberyn practically snarled as his lips traced patterns across her neck. Reyna released a sigh of pleasure and let her eyes close, reveling in the sensation.
"Let me finally taste you," he continued, his hand sliding further up her leg. Reyna didn't bother trying to hide the blush that colored her cheeks. It was quite obvious to everyone that the newlyweds were ready for their marriage bed.
"Let's take to bed, husband," Reyna whispered back. Oberyn let a delicious smirk cross his lips as he stood and offered his young wife his hand. Reyna smiled back and was about to take her husband's hand when a noise made her turn her head. To her horror, Bronn was strutting towards them, a tankard of ale in his hands and obviously drunk. Oberyn noticed Reyna's hesitation and followed her gaze, his eyes growing dark at the sight of the sellsword.
"Look at the beautiful fuckin' couple," Bronn slurred, spilling half the tankards contents on the high table. Reyna quickly jumped to her feet and pulled her dress away so that she wouldn't get wet. Bronn only laughed at this and easily jumped over the table, a feat for a man as drunk as him. He threw the tankard in Oberyn's general direction and Reyna only had a moment to see her husband swipe it away when Bronn looped his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
The sellswords breath reeked of alcohol and it smelled like he hadn't bathed in days. Reyna struggled against him, but that only made Bronn laugh harder. The entire party became hushed as they watched the sellsword manhandle the new bride.
"Are you ready for the marriage bed? I bet you are… It should have been ours. Why don't you convince your husband to let me get one last taste before he has you? Don't worry, it won't spoil anything for him. You've been spoiled since long before I met you," Bronn chuckled darkly. Reyna managed to squirm away from Bronn and landed a smack on his cheek, the sound of which resounded loudly throughout the courtyard. Bronn let out an almost crazed laugh and fell back against the table. Reyna noticed Jaime circling behind Bronn, ready to snatch him if he became aggressive.
"I forgot that you liked it rough," Bronn practically growled and leapt for Reyna once more. This time Oberyn pushed his wife behind him and met Bronn in two easy steps.
"If you so much as look at my wife in a lecherous way then I'll castrate you where you stand," Oberyn hissed. Reyna found that she was no longer looking at Oberyn Martell, instead she was seeing The Red Viper in all its glory. His muscles were wound up, ready to pounce, and his hand was drifting towards his hip where he no doubt had a concealed weapon.
"Stand down you cunt. She was mine first," Bronn scoffed and tried to move around Oberyn. Reyna's husband pushed the sellsword and Bronn went tumbling back into the table. Jaime jumped up on the little stage and placed his arm protectively around Reyna's waist and pulled her back to give the men some distance.
"You may have had her first, but she is my wife now," Oberyn snarled. Reyna knew she should be afraid, or embarrassed, or even concerned. But the only thing she could feel was arousal. Oberyn was extremely sexy when he was being protective.
"Why'd you want to marry her anyway? Been betrothed about five times now and still no husband. Ever wonder why that is? I guess no good lord wants a whore for a wife," Bronn snarled. Jaime tensed at that and now it was Reyna holding Jaime back. The Lannister reached for his sword, but Reyna stepped in front of him and grabbed onto his wrist.
"Jaime, don't," Reyna warned. Oberyn glanced at his wife curiously and watched the interaction between the rose and the lion. Jaime's green eyes met her grey ones, and something strange passed between them. Jaime's face softened and he lifted his hand like he was about to caress her face, then he pulled back as if he thought better of it. Reyna must have seen this as well because a light pink color came to her cheeks and she looked to the ground almost guiltily. Reyna turned and caught her husband's observant eyes and flushed an even deeper red.
"Fuckin' whore only cares about the titles and the gold. Only thing she deserves is a room in a brothel," Bronn continued once he noticed that he was being ignored. This finally made Oberyn snap and it seemed like the knife in his hand had magically appeared there. The blade was pressed against Bronn's throat in the blink of an eye and several people screamed.
"Oberyn!" Reyna shouted and rushed to her husband. He was wound up so tightly that Reyna thought that he would explode at any second. She approached him like she would any dangerous snake, carefully and with very small movements. She placed a hand on his bicep and gave it a small squeeze. A low growl erupted from Oberyn's chest and he pressed the blade further into Bronn's throat, lifting the sellsword away from the table by his collar.
"Oberyn," Reyna repeated in a softer tone. Oberyn looked at his wife from the corner of his eye and felt his anger slowly start to fade. She wasn't trying to stop him out of love for Bronn, she was trying to stop him so he wouldn't murder anyone at their wedding. Oberyn turned his eyes back to the sellsword and let one last growl leave his lips before releasing the man and sheathing his blade.
Bronn quirked an eyebrow and raised his hands in surrender, stumbling back into the table. Reyna caught Jaime's eye and she motioned with her head for him to remove Bronn. Margaery came up behind her sister and pulled on her arm.
"Let's take you two to your room," she suggested. Reyna nodded her head and turned to her husband, but he was still watching Bronn and Jaime as they walked away. Reyna approached him slowly, unsure if the Viper was still there or not, and placed a hand on his elbow. Oberyn's black eyes turned to her and Reyna saw a trace of the Viper still there, but as soon as he focused on her face Oberyn returned and he turned fully to face her.
"Forgive me, wife," he whispered and stroked her cheek, pressing his forehead against hers. Reyna shook her head, a small smile on her lips, and ran her hands comfortingly over his arms.
"Forgive me, husband. My former lover has ruined our day," she whispered back. Oberyn grabbed hold of Reyna's hips and pulled her close, allowing her to feel the entirety of his body through his silk robes. Suddenly Reyna felt impatient and almost wanted him to take her right there on the table.
"He has ruined nothing, the best is yet to come, my little flower," he whispered seductively in her ear. Reyna felt sparks of electricity wherever he touched her and clutched him desperately.
"Show me," she growled out, earning an appreciative hum from her husband. Margaery grabbed hold of her sisters' arm again and pulled her towards the castle. Oberyn, Ellaria, and a few of Oberyn's trusted men followed them to their rooms, but only Oberyn and Reyna would remain.
"I do not want to share you just yet," Oberyn purred as he observed Reyna's confused stare. She had assumed Ellaria would stay, as she and Oberyn seemed fine with sharing. But she couldn't help but feel a little relieved when her husband's paramour left. Reyna had no problem with same sex relations, her brother's relationship with Renly Baratheon was infamous, but she herself had never been comfortable participating in that kind of behavior.
"You made me a promise on the night we first supped with my grandmother. Are you prepared to keep that promise?" Reyna teased as Obery walked around the room, lighting candles. Oberyn said nothing for a good while, simply focused on his task. When he was done lighting candles, he poured each of them a glass of wine. He handed a glass to his wife, his eyes burning holes straight into her soul. He gave her another of his seductive smirks and took a long sip of his wine before answering.
"What would you say if I told you that I have thought of little else since that night?" He asked, searching her eyes for a response.
"I would say, what are you waiting for?" She purred back and set down her untouched glass of wine. She didn't need any more alcohol; her head was already swimming.
"Well then, let us begin."