Satine laughed as she rode the horse fiercely through the woods, ducking under long thick branches. She laughed at the Martell guards who were thrown back from their horses when they tried to copy her moves, following her, but they were larger than her so the branches had caught their armor thus pulling them back.

One of them hung on the branch as others passed him to get to her.

Satine was enjoying their attempts at trying to catch too much. Her golden hair blew through the wind as she turned around, a bow and arrow in her hand. She aimed it at the trunk of a tree near their waists, tying a rope at the end of the arrow, she let it go.

Very quickly at the other end of the rope was another arrow and she repeated the actions. She watched as the rope created a barrier where they couldn't very well go around since it was a long straight line. The Martell guards tried to stop their horses, but they're speed was too fast in order to catch up with her that their horses tripped over the rope and the guards were thrown immediately to the ground.

Satine silently thanked Jaime for teaching her that when she was just a small girl. She had been taught by one of the greatest fighters in all of Westeros…didn't they know that?

Satine slowed her horse down a little as they came into a clearing where a river was. She dismounted her horse and let him drink the water as she opened her map up. No matter how old she was, she could never tell which way home was. She always needed some type of map.

Satine felt like pulling her hair out as she screamed in frustration since she really didn't know which way was west…and north…and south…and east.

I think I am in Yronwood…or is it Kingsgrave…Seven hells!

Goldie was still stuck in Oberyn's mind as he was summoned by his brother to the Tower of the Sun where his brother sat in his throne of sorts. She filled his mind on the way back to Sunspear and the thought was unsettling yet exciting.

Oberyn walked into the room and his brother regarded his small smirk with a curious look. "What are you smirking about, Oberyn?"

"Just the usual."

"A girl," he scoffed.

Oberyn shook his head. "A woman."

"Ah, yes, those can be spiteful little creatures," Doran responded.

Oberyn laughed and asked, "Is Mellario giving you a hard time?"

Doran looked at him. "I don't want to talk about her. Not today. We have more serious matters to discuss."

"About?" He drawled out.

Doran narrowed his eyes at his brother's layback attitude like he didn't care at all what Doran was saying to him. Doran could already tell that his younger brother's thoughts seemed to be on that woman he was going on about earlier. He wondered how Ellaria felt about his brother's new obsession…no doubt she would encourage it if it meant she could dabble with the woman as well. She must've been beyond beautiful if she caused Oberyn to become like this…which was distracted and that was not a good thing right now.

"Listen closely, Oberyn," Doran began. "Satine Lannister was seen at the docks in The Tor."

Oberyn stopped smiling and his face became cold and impassive. "A Lannister? What is she doing in Dorne?"

"That's what I would like to know." Doran replied. "She hasn't been in Westeros for ten years."

"Why now? After all this time, why does she come back? She's known as the black sheep of the Lannisters or well," Oberyn chuckled in amusement. "The Black Mamba."

"And you are the Red Viper," Doran said. "She is just as beautiful as the rumors say, Oberyn, do not be fooled by her beauty and delicacy. She's deadly like the snake, Black Mamba. She will confront you, but won't strike."

"Why is that, Doran? She's just a girl playing war."

"Because she is patient. She can wait and has waited for many years just as we have for our plan to work on the Lannisters and destroying their house. Repay the debt. She has her father's political strategies, the Kingslayer's strength, The Queen's cunning ability to manipulate others to get them to do to whatever she wants, and she has The Imp's mind." Doran rose from his seat, his eyes full of anger at his brother for failing to consider this woman as a threat. "Satine Lannister was bathed in the Lannister image of their house. They created her in their image. She is how a Lannister is supposed to be like. Lann the Clever is now a woman who will conquer the lands if we do not catch her first. Keep her in our sight."

Oberyn nodded. "This must be where I come in, yes?"

"Yes, Oberyn, you will catch this woman and bring her here. Do not keep your eyes off of her for a second, Oberyn, this is crucial that you obey this rule. She will wait and wait and wait until you turn your back."

"I see," Oberyn said coldly. "What are we going to do with her?"

"Bring her with you to the Royal Wedding. If we imprison her, then we will start another war with them. Right now we are and have been neutral in this war and the Lannisters know this."

"So they will probably try to sway to their side, yes?"

"Precisely why we will not engage with them, but merely seek our own justice for what they did to Elia and her children." Doran answered.

"How will I know what she looks like?"

Doran chuckled, he remembered meeting Satine when she was ten and five. Even though she had been only a girl, she had the body of a woman. "Trust me; you'll know it's her when you see her."

The Tower of Joy…

Satine glanced around the abandoned area and saw how dead the land seemed now…with only snow gathering near the mountains. She sighed as she stepped inside and tied her horse up. I guess these arrangements will do for now until I've reached safer keeps. Satine looked around the tower, finding the stairs, she followed the steps.

Satine pulled out a blanket out of the bag she had been carrying with her things in them. She laid down on the blanket curling into a ball like she always had whenever she was hot. Satine closed her emerald green eyes, dreaming of nothing for once.

Been in Westeros for barely even a day and already I have someone after…Gods, I really hate this place.

IN THE MORNING…

Satine was packing her things when she heard hooves behind her in the distance. Satine quickly mounted her horse and rode away from the tower as swiftly as possible. She liked how the wind felt through her hair as she rode down the hills and across the fields. She heard the hooves coming closer and closer.

Satine dared herself to look behind and saw him.

He rode next to her and smirked. She looked forward and saw that they were now racing each other with their horses. Satine laughed richly and nudged her horse forward. She heard him laugh as well as he copied her movements to his own horse.

"Do you give up yet?" she asked.

"Never."

Satine smiled sweetly at him and slowed her horse down as he did he. She stopped her horse when he planted himself in front of her, blocking her way.

"It seems we meet again."

"It seems so."

"Clearly, the gods are trying to tell you something."

Satine raised an elegant eyebrow. "Oh, and what's that?"

"If I told you then you would run for the hills."

She laughed. "I'm not a coward."

He smiled. "What's your name, beautiful girl?"

She rolled her eyes playfully. "You're always calling me beautiful."

"I tell the truth…most of the time and this is one of those times."

"I've heard the word, 'beautiful' so many times that it bores me when men say it to me." Satine replied.

"Then I will use striking…stunning…gorgeous…fierce…sexy."

"Now you're just flirting with me," she reminded him.

"I'm not sorry, my lady."

"How do you know if I am even a lady? I know how to fight in battle."

"Ladies don't start fights," he replied.

"You're right," Satine said. "Ladies don't start fights, but they can finish them."

Satine smirked before nudging her horse to go around his own. Of course, the man followed her.

"Why will you not tell me your name?"

"You can guess if you like?" She suggested amusingly.

"Arabella?"

"Wrong."

"Misha?"

"Wrong."

"Marianna?"

"Wrong again."

"Dannalynne?"

"Wrong once more."

"Juliet?"

"Wrong."

"You must give me a hint. There are so many names." He told her.

Satine smiled at him. He suddenly liked the way she looked at him…like he was the only person she so ever wanted to see. A warmth in her eyes that made him happy. Her eyes were such a beautiful green in which he could get lost in and he did not doubt that he would have if they were ever in bed together.

Oberyn wanted her.

"Fine. I will give you a hint. It starts with the letter S," was all she said before quickly riding away, leaving Oberyn standing there in the field of grass with his back to her as she left and with a small smile on his face as he tried to puzzle what her name was.

Beautiful golden curls in which I want to be buried sweetly in every night.

A quick wit and tongue.

Knows how to hit a man.

And emerald green eyes and starts with the letter S-

Oberyn's smile fell from his face as he realized that the beautiful girl could be Satine Lannister. He whirled around and was faced with an empty field of grass. Like a ghost, she had vanished from his sight. Oberyn wondered if she knew who he was.

Damn her, she managed to sway me…I had underestimated her manipulation skills and strategies. No matter…if I meet my Goldie then she can be sure that she will know who I am and that I will be the man who captured her.

Wise to stay out of Doran's way for a while until I catch her. Best he not know that she managed to use her feminine wilds on me and escaped from my grasp or he will be angry.

The image of her still flowed through his head as he tried to erase those thoughts about her and tell himself that she's a Lannister…the same Lannister in which killed the Martell guards in order to get away-which was why she went to the stables…she was hiding and I didn't even recognize her, Oberyn realized and felt like beating someone to death right this very second.

Next time we meet, Goldie, I will catch you…

TBC…

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