Satine groaned loudly in frustration again as the heat hit her face while they were on horseback.

"Are you Lannisters always this annoying when you are captured?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed with a smirk. "We are very witty too. My brothers like to play with their minds too, but me…I'm just persistent and brutally honest."

"That makes me so happy," he said sarcastically.

She groaned in pain this time and tried to move her hands, but they were tied tightly in front of her as she sat in front of him on the horse. "I feel like your knots on these goddamn ropes are constricting the bloodstream in my veins. I can't even feel my hands."

"Look!" She shouted and tried to pull them up. "They're paler than usual. Seven hells, they're probably cold too."

Oberyn rolled her eyes. "You're being ridiculous."

She scoffed loudly. "Says the man waiting all night in piss and shit probably to catch me."

"There was no shit or piss."

"There is shit and piss everything," she laughed and gestured to various places. "Right there. There. There! Dear Mother even on the fucking flowers, Martell!"

"You are being very dramatic right now."

"Nah-uh. Cersei and my brothers are the drama queens around here. You don't even know the half of it."

"No, but something tells me that you are worse than all of them combined." Oberyn reminded.

"Oh, so what is your brother like then?" She asked curiously.

"You'll find out soon enough," he replied.

"You know I think it's funny you Martells don't judge children because of what the parents did…yet here I am now your prisoner," Satine snapped calmly.

"Your family-"

"May I remind you that I was only a child when Elia and her children were killed."

"You aren't here because of that, Lady Satine," Oberyn purred as he turned towards her. "You are here because you are valuable and my brother needs to talk to you."

"With you Martells, there is a difference between talking and fighting."

Oberyn smirked. "Right back at you, Lannister."

It was nightfall by the time they made it to ground and decided to sleep for the night. Satine's eyes traveled over the fire towards Oberyn who was staring at her. Oberyn stood up and slowly sat down next to her. His eyes were so captivating and fiery when he was so passionate about his family that it made her attracted to him.

She'd never been attracted to anyone, but Jaime. She wondered if there was something wrong with her. She was never one to pray until those feelings and urges started to boil inside of her whenever her mind went to her brother. Satine felt dirty and knew that it was somehow all wrong, but it felt right all the same.

Then Oberyn came into her life. Worst than her falling for a Stark would be for her to fall for a Martell because of the bad blood between their families. If he didn't blame me for what my family did to his…then why is he angry at me?

"Why do you hate me so much?" Satine asked softly, her curiosity getting the best of her. "What have I done to make the Martells hate me so much?"

At first, Oberyn did not respond to her. He just stared at her like she was a statue that he was examining closely. Satine didn't usually become uncomfortable with others staring at her, but for some reason when Oberyn did it, she felt as if he could see right through her.

Satine shifted a little since her hands were still tied behind her back and her body was tied to the tree. Oberyn leaned in towards her face and whispered, "One would think that a woman has the scent of flowers and sunshine…yet you…you smell of the earth and water. How is that possible?"

"I love to swim and ride horses. It's one of my favorite things actually." Satine answered, surprised that she even responded to him.

"And how did your family think of your hobbies?"

Satine gave a small chuckle, breaking eye contact. She frowned as she looked into the fire. "Everything I did, they always disapproved of. I wasn't very good at sewing and all that. I couldn't remember who we liked and we hated. I never thought of myself with a husband and children around me. I preferred books over dresses. Mud over silk on my skin. Children over adventure. Am I a horrible person for wanting adventure in my life?"

Oberyn shook his head. "No, you're young and don't want to be slowed down. I can relate to that. We both crave adventure. Is that why you left Westeros?"

Satine nodded. "Yes. One of the reasons. I am nothing like my family and I don't want to be. I had to-wanted to leave because I knew that if I stayed then I would turn out to be exactly like them."

"You are called The Black Mamba, are you not?" Oberyn questioned. She nodded with a sigh. "The Imp. The Great Lion of The Rock. The Kingslayer. The Maddening Mother-"

"Actually I call her, The Evil Queen," Satine quipped with a small smile.

"Since when?" Oberyn chuckled.

"Since I was a girl and wanted to be a knight, but my family wouldn't let me. Even Tyrion said I couldn't. I liked Elia, you know. She came to visit my father one time because of Rhaegar and she looked so sad yet strong. So I went over there and I told her about my nickname for Cersei. I had never seen someone laugh as hard as she did."

"But Cersei was not even Queen yet…how did you know that she would?" Oberyn asked suspiciously, his walls coming back up and his mind remembering who she was.

"Have you met my sister?" She asked incredulously. "She always acted like she was the Queen of everything. Lannister arrogance sadly. One of the maids told me a tale about an Evil Queen who poisoned a girl because her mirror told her so."

Oberyn shifted closer to her, intrigued by the tale. "I've never heard of it."

"Neither have I. She said that this Evil Queen looked in the mirror everyday and asked who was the fairest of them all and everyday the mirror said it was her. She was so beautiful; Oberyn, extremely beautiful and she knew it. So one day, the mirror said that she was fair, but there is another fairer than she and has come of age. It was her own step-daughter. The Evil Queen was so enraged that her step-daughter had what she held in the palm of her hand. So she sets out to kill her and so she can only be the fairest of them all. She tries many times to kill her, but fails."

"Did she win?"

Satine looked at him. "I don't know. Cersei forced the maid to leave the castle immediately once I told her about the tale and I never saw her again."

Satine glanced away from him and towards the fire in front of them, her jaw hardened. "The maid needed that money for her family. She had a little boy and Cersei ruined that. That's why I decided to call her The Evil Queen. She is a piece of work in my opinion and I tend to avoid her at all costs, Oberyn."

Oberyn's hand slowly cupped the other side of her face and gently turned her face towards him. His touch was electric which confused her. He leaned in and brought her face closer.

"Have you ever been kissed by another man before?"

He was extremely handsome, she thought suddenly.

Satine gulped nervously and this made Oberyn smile before he kissed her softly on the lips. Satine jumped in surprise since his lips tasted sweet and were experienced.

Before she could respond to the kiss, he moved away so quickly like the viper that he was. Oberyn stood up and laid down on the makeshift bed he made for himself earlier and laid down, turning his back to her.

Satine sat there against the tree, frozen in shock that he kissed her. The kiss was so new to her since there had been only one man that she ever shared that kind of intimacy with and that didn't turn out so well for her. She tried moving on with others, but their touches didn't excite or interest her. Could I move onto another? Would it be Oberyn?

TBC…

THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! SO SORRY FOR THE OVERDO UPDATE! VERY SORRY! Trying to get my mojo back you guys so sorry. There won't be a POV from the Lannisters for another two chapters so sorry though I may add some Martell trouble and drama in there.

By the way, the Martells don't blame Satine for what happened to Elia and her children, but they can't ignore the fact the she's a LANNISTER (Lannisters are sneaky and persistent when getting what they want) and she means a lot to Tywin. Now she's got her nickname The Black Mamba for a reason and all over Essos, people have heard rumors and tales about her. Bloody ones. They are threatened by her and what she did while she was away from her family will be revealed next chapter. It's kind of a flashback one, but mostly about her and how she earned that name. It's a little sad, but I think it will fill in some of the blanks.

Also, she's not going to be with Jaime as a pairing. Only in flashbacks will you ever see them be together as a pairing, but now it's all about Oberyn and Satine. They both have walls and are strong personalities who know how to take a hit from someone and throw another hit back at them harder than theirs. It will a slow process for them to be actually want to be together. I hoped you liked this chapter.

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