Reyna was already sitting with Tyrion when Jaime entered the cell. He stopped short at the sight of her and Reyna rose to greet him. She gave him a sweet smile and walked over to him, placing a small kiss on his cheek. Jaime breathed in the clean, flowery scent of her, but something else was there. The spicy, musky smell of Oberyn Martell. His heart tightened and he pulled away, turning to his brother.
"You finally came," Tyrion said in astonishment. Reyna sat next to her friend, arranging her dress around her, clearly not afraid of the mud and straw.
"Things are complicated," Jaime replied, sitting across from them. He leaned against a wooden pole and observed his younger brother and his… Jaime didn't know exactly what to call Reyna. She wasn't his friend, wasn't his lover, certainly wasn't anything particularly meaningful to him. If he could label her as anything, he would call her his first real love. Sure, he loved Cersei, buy Reyna was the first woman he loved without feeling guilty about it. Even when she married Oberyn he didn't feel guilty about still loving her.
He had first laid eyes on her when he was eighteen and she had been fifteen. The Tyrells had attended a party at Casterly Rock and Reyna had been attending. She had been wearing a light green dress that perfectly complemented her dark hair and light grey eyes. He had fallen in love with her eyes the moment he had seen them. The color made her look older and almost otherworldly. Even at a young age she had a habit of flirting, something that annoyed Cersei to no end.
She had been his first kiss, besides Cersei, and she had held him like she wanted to share the experience, not control it like his sister. Maybe that was why he loved her. She didn't try to control and possess him like Cersei always did. When he approached her at her wedding reception it had almost broken his heart when she rejected him, but if Oberyn's paramour hadn't interrupted he was sure they would have kissed. He thought about that moment more than he cared to admit.
"So how is our sister?" Tyrion asked, shaking Jaime from his own thoughts. Reyna's face twisted up in anger at the mention of Cersei and she quickly stood to face the window. Jaime traced her curves with his eyes, watching as her hair brushed against her back in a tantalizing wave.
"How do you think? Her son died in her arms," Jaime replied, tearing his eyes away from Reyna.
"Her son?" Tyrion asked. Reyna glanced back at them and Jaime's eyes shot to her almost like he had been found out. But there was no judgment in her eyes, no disgust, only sympathy.
"Don't," Jaime warned, his eyes back on his brother. The two shared a few intense moments of staring until Reyna cleared her throat. The two turned their attention to her and she gave them both an admonishing look.
"You know what's coming," she directed at Tyrion. Tyrion hummed and glanced down at his hands in his lap.
"My trial for regicide, yes I know," he replied, his voice too sarcastic for the tense moment. Reyna rolled her eyes and moved to Jaime, sitting so that her back was propped up against his legs. Jaime wondered if she could feel how much he shook or how warm he got when she touched him.
"Cersei's probably trying to find a way to avoid a trial by having me killed," Tyrion sighed. Jaime tensed up and Reyna reached back and gave his knee a comforting squeeze, but that didn't help his nerves.
"Now that you mention it, she did ask," Jaime replied reluctantly. Reyna tilted her head back and gave Jaime an annoyed look, but he gave her a small smile and she turned around again.
"Should I turn around and close my eyes?" Tyrion snapped.
"That depends." Jaime replied, earning a nasty look from Reyna. "Did you do it?"
"The Kingslayer brothers, do you like it? I like it. Are you really asking me if I killed your son?" Tyrion asked with genuine interest. Reyna made a move to get up again, but Jaime grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him. He knew he was playing with fire, especially with Tyrion there, but he couldn't stand Reyna leaving him.
"Are you really asking if I'd kill my brother?" Jaime inquired back, letting Reyna's silky locks fall through his fingers. Tyrion looked between the two and an unreadable emotion passed across his face. Jaime couldn't see Reyna's face, but he hoped he wasn't making her too uncomfortable.
"How can I help you?" Jaime continued. Tyrion finally looked away from the pair and Jaime allowed Reyna to stand up once more. She began pacing up and down the cell, her hand pressed to her mouth.
"You could break him out," she finally whispered, but the room was so quiet that the two Lannister's heard her perfectly. She turned to them and held up her hands like it had been the perfect plan. Tyrion brightened at the idea, but Jaime only shrank in his seat.
"What do you want me to do? Kill the guards? Sneak you out of the city in a cart?" Jaime argued. Tyrion and Reyna both looked away disappointed but didn't argue further.
"I can't save you this time, brother. My training has proven that I'm not quite as good with my left hand," explained sadly.
"What about Bronn?" Reyna offered up. Her face changed when she said the sellswords name. He had left a bad taste in her mouth after everything that had happened at the wedding.
"I'd owe him for the rest of my life, but he fought for me once, he'll probably do it again. Who has Cersei chosen for her champion? I hope it's Ser Meryn Trant. I would love to see Bronn disembowel that child beater," Tyrion chuckled. Jaime averted his eyes and Reyna instantly picked up on it. She approached him and knelt so that they were now face to face. When Jaime wouldn't meet her eyes, she grabbed him by the chin and lifted it so that their eyes met. Her grey eyes bore into his and it felt like Reyna was looking straight into his soul.
"She didn't pick Meryn Trant, did she?" She asked, never releasing his chin. Jaime only shook his head, his eyes still glued to hers.
"Who?" Was all she asked.
"The Mountain," he replied instantly. Reyna released him and stalked towards the door. She slammed it open and the guards stationed outside jumped and then bowed as she continued down the hall.
"You are in too deep," Tyrion finally said. Jaime turned his eyes to his brother and gave him a questioning look.
"You've fallen in love with The Red Viper's wife. That will not end well for either of you," he warned and stood up to stand in the sunshine spilling from the window. Jaime opened his mouth to argue, but Tyrion held up his hand to stop his older brother.
"A blind man could see that you care for her. Does Cersei know?" Tyrion asked.
"I certainly haven't told her if that's what you mean," Jaime said defensively. Tyrion rolled his eyes at that and Jaime realized how stupid it sounded. Of course, Cersei didn't not know. If she did then Reyna would either be dead or imprisoned.
"What will you do when she goes to Dorne?" Tyrion asked. Jaime's head snapped up in surprise and he jumped to his feet.
"She's going to Dorne?" Jaime asked, his voice filled with panic. Tyrion glanced at his brother, not sure if he was being serious or not.
"I don't believe Oberyn Martell plans on staying in Kings Landing much longer. After my trial he has very little reason to stay. I assume he'll pack up quickly and take Reyna back to Sunspear," he explained. Jaime looked to his feet, the last of his energy and hope draining from him. The only bright spot in his world was about to be snuffed out by the Martell's.
Reyna was stalking through the gardens when Oberyn finally found her. She was pacing back and forth in the courtyard where they had wed, rubbing her hands together and muttering to herself. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she never heard her husband sneak up on her.
"What could possibly be bothering my little flower?" He groaned as he snaked his arms around her. Reyna jumped but instantly melted into his embrace. Every time Oberyn held her he managed to press every point of his body against hers, a sensation that she would never get over.
"That's a stupid question," she breathed out as Obery placed open mouth kisses along her shoulder. Oberyn chuckled at that and turned her so they were face to face. He pressed his lips to hers and Reyna's mind went blank. She let herself get lost in the kiss, so lost that she wasn't aware she had moved until her back hit a stone wall.
"Oberyn," Reyna moaned out as his kisses travelled down her chest. Oberyn smirked and lifted his head so that their eyes met.
"Tell me what troubles you," he purred and pressed himself against her, stroking the side of her head in comfort.
"Tyrion's trial. I just found out who Cersei's champion will be," she sighed angrily. Oberyn twisted a lock of Reyna's hair and waited for her to continue, his interest waning.
"She chose the Mountain."
Oberyn tugged on the lock of Reyna's hair and she cried out in pain, his eyes turned back to her and he placed a kiss where the lock had pulled. He whispered a quick apology, but Reyna knew that her husband's mind was miles away. She remembered when they had first met, he had told her and Tyrion the story of the Mountain and his sister Ellia. How the Mountain killed her children, raped her, then murdered her.
"Who has Tyrion chosen as his champion?" Oberyn asked, leaning in so that his cheek rested against her forehead.
"He wanted Jaime, but Jaime said he wasn't as strong with his left hand. Jaime seemed pretty devastated that he couldn't fight for his brother," Reyna sighed. Oberyn straightened up and looked his wife right in the eyes.
"How do you know Jaime was devastated?" He asked, suspicion in his voice.
"I just came from Tyrion's cell and Jaime was in there as well," she explained innocently. She certainly wasn't going to tell her husband about Jaime playing with her hair and the touches he had given her.
"I don't like the way he looks at you," Oberyn snarled, suddenly possessive. Reyna understood why Oberyn didn't like Jaime; he didn't like anything to do with the Lannister's.
"We are old friends, nothing else," Reyna reassured him, but Oberyn still looked angry.
"You haven't seen the way he looks at you when you're not looking," he growled, pulling Reyna's hips into his own. Reyna let out a low moan and an appreciative smirk crossed his lips.
"How does he look at me?" Reyna asked, running her hands up his chest, fingering the opening of his robes.
"He looks at you like he could just eat you up, and I don't blame him," her husband snarled, his teeth grazing her ear.
"Do you want to eat me up?" The casual way that Reyna asked seemed to turn him on even more. He snarled against her skin and let his hands drift to the hem of her dress. Reyna's cheeks flared up as she looked around to see if anyone was around.
"I want every man to hear your moans and know that I'm the one that caused them," Oberyn purred as he dropped to his knees. Reyna tried to push him away, her embarrassment getting the better of her, but Oberyn grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the wall.
"Do you not want me to pleasure you?" He asked innocently. Reyna hesitated for a moment too long and suddenly Oberyn's head was beneath her dress. From the first moment, she felt her husband's tongue Reyna's resolve failed. She placed her fist in front of her mouth and moaned into it, not wanting to be too loud. Then suddenly his fingers were there, brushing caressing, and finally entering her heat. His lips attached to her clit and sucked while his fingers curled inside of her.
"Oberyn, please," Reyna whispered desperately, already feeling the rise of her pleasure. Oberyn quickly obliged and sped up his pace. Reyna bit so hard on her hand that she was afraid that she had drawn blood. Her pleasure peaked and the only thing holding her up was Oberyn's powerful hands.
"How I do love pleasuring you," he groaned as he pulled his head out from underneath her dress. Reyna pulled him up and slammed her lips against his, tasting herself against his tongue. Oberyn moaned into her mouth and palmed her breast through the fabric of her dress.
"I can't wait to show you off in Dorne," he smiled into the kiss. Reyna froze and Oberyn immediately detected the shift in her mood. Her eyes were wide with fear and her skin became clammy and grey. Oberyn went to stroke her face, but Reyna flinched away from him.
"What's wrong?" He asked. Reyna shook her head and pushed Oberyn away, stalking down the garden path. Oberyn followed, becoming increasingly concerned for his wife.
"You need to tell me why you freeze every time someone mentions Dorne," he ordered. Reyna stopped and turned so suddenly that Oberyn had only a second to stop before he ran into her.
"I need to tell you nothing," she snarled with so much venom that it almost scared Oberyn.
"I am your husband now. If something happened, then I need to know so that I can protect you. Does it have something to do with Aren Dayne?" Oberyn asked. He seemed to have hit a sore spot for her because her hand went to her stomach and she looked as if she was going to be sick.
"I don't need protecting. Don't follow me," she commanded before stalking away once more. Reyna had never been angrier in her life. Just because she was married to Oberyn that didn't mean that he could just demand information from her. He was Dornish after all, didn't they believe in women being just as free as men? Treated like equals?
She stalked into their shared room and slammed the door so hard that the candle on the table shook. Reyna dismissed the two Dornish maids that Oberyn had gifted her and plopped down on the bed. She needed to be alone with her thoughts. However, that didn't seem to be a very viable option because moments later there was a knock on the door. Reyna huffed and threw open the door, scaring the page carrying the Tyrell crest.
"Your grandmother requests your presence for a late lunch," the page announced. Reyna motioned with her hand for him to lead the way and followed him down towards the beach. Olenna Tyrell had quite the spread for the two of them. Lemon cakes, lamb, Dornish wine, chocolate pastries, chicken wings, fresh strawberries, and cookies in the shapes of roses and suns.
"Will it just be us two or the entirety of our extended family?" Reyna teased as she placed a kiss on her grandmother's cheek. Olenna smiled up at her eldest grandchild and offered her a seat.
"Just you and me. I feel that we have not talked much with everything going on. The wedding and the trial," Olenna explained as a servant poured them wine.
"Yes, Oberyn mentioned that everything was a little rushed," Reyna smiled as she took a long sip of the sweet wine.
"How is your new husband?" Olenna asked, she was cutting into a piece of lamb while Reyna had picked up a sun shaped cookie.
"Very attentive," Reyna chuckled, deciding not to tell her grandmother about the fight they had just had.
"You received some very nice wedding presents. I think that you will both be pleased," Olenna trilled, buttering up a pastry.
"Presents? I haven't received any presents," Reyna explained in confusion.
"They've been sent ahead of you to Dorne," the older woman explained. Reyna dropped her cookie untouched on the plate and motioned for the man to refill her wine glass.
"About Dorne, Grandmother, I…," Reyna began, but Olenna stopped her granddaughter with a lift of her finger.
"Let me answer your question before you even ask it. Going to Dorne is not negotiable. If your husband decides to take you then I will not try to stop him," Olenna snapped.
"But Grandmother, you know why I cannot go," Reyna hissed. Olenna looked up at the servant and dismissed him with a wave.
"What Aren did to you happened a long time ago. What does Oberyn say about it?" The woman asked. Reyna refused to reply, instead she drained her wine in one gulp and refilled it once more.
"Don't tell me he doesn't know! Reyna you need to tell him," Olenna argued.
"I need to tell him nothing!" Reyna snarled right back. Olenna looked taken aback at her granddaughter's tone but met the younger woman with equal ferocity.
"The Dayne's are sworn to the Martell's. Prince Oberyn needs to know if one of his subjects abused his wife," she said reasonably.
"I was not his wife when it happened."
"Well you are now. And if this information comes from anyone but yourself it may be misunderstood. Better for everyone if you tell him," her grandmother warned. Reyna rolled her eyes and shoved a chocolate pastry in her mouth. No one could ever understand what she had gone through, because none of them had lived through it. If Reyna ever saw Aren Dayne again, it would only be to put him in a prison.
Reyna finished her lunch with her grandmother and decided to walk down to the beach, needing a long and calming walk. She had barely gone ten feet when someone shouted her name. She turned and immediately tensed when she saw Bronn jogging to catch up with her.
"What do you want now?" Reyna snapped as she continued to walk. Bronn, who was a good foot taller than her, easily caught up and kept pace with her. Reyna watched him from the corner of her eyes, trying to judge his sobriety. Almost as if he had read her mind, Bronn held up his hands in submission.
"Clean as a whistle," he chuckled in the thick Northern accent that used to drive her wild. Ever since the incident at the wedding Reyna had only felt contempt for the sellsword.
"Why did you seek me out?" She asked, already irritated. Bronn caught her elbow and forced her to stop. Reyna shot him a warning look and he removed his hand.
"I just wanted to make sure you were ok," he replied politely. Reyna's eyebrows raised in surprise and she turned her full attention to her former lover.
"Ok? Why would you care if I was ok?" Reyna asked in surprise. Bronn tilted his hips and leaned a little closer to her. His behavior was a little strange, but Reyna didn't read too much into it.
"Surely he told you," Bronn remarked, a secret little smile on his lips.
"Stop playing games Bronn, just tell me," Reyna snapped, crossing her arms. Bronn looked around them and leaned in so that they were inches apart. When Reyna tried to move, he grabbed onto her hips and kept her close.
"I just came from Tyrion. Apparently, your husband has offered himself up as Tyrion's champion."
Reyna's stomach dropped and she could feel the blood drain from her face. Bronn finally released her and watched her carefully, almost as if was expecting her to hit him. When Reyna finally regained control of her muscles she pushed past Bronn, desperately in search of a Martell page.
"Where is my husband?" Reyna hissed at the first boy in orange she could find. The boy dropped the papers he had been holding and dropped to the floor to retrieve them. Reyna stood over him impatiently, but he didn't answer until he gathered his things.
"He went to the brothel with Ellaria," he answered, his voice shaking at the sight of Reyna's rage filled eyes.
"Order someone to ready my horse," she commanded before running to the stables.