When Satine awoke the morning after Oberyn had surprised her with a kiss, she didn't know how to feel about what had happened. She was nervous. Her emerald green eyes slowly traveled to where Oberyn was still asleep and sighed heavily.

Why did he kiss me? Was it some game to him?

Satine sat up quickly just as Oberyn opened his eyes and stared at her. He stood up and started to pack their things, putting them on the horse. She watched him closely, eyeing him suspiciously. Oberyn cut her ropes, suddenly hauling her up onto her feet and towards the horse.

"Why did you kiss me?" she asked quickly.

Oberyn sat behind her on the horse, reaching out to grab the reins as his body practically engulfed hers. Sometimes she really hated being this small. As they rose away from their former campsite, they were awfully quite with each other.

"Ah," she drawled out. "The silent treatment I see. Fine…be the child, but just remember who kissed whom, Martell."

Satine surveyed her surroundings, noticing that they were getting closer to Sunspear since the scenery was starting to change. Dorne to Satine was always bright and sunny…it looked happy while everything else around it appeared to be almost gloomy. "We're getting close. Is that why you're being so quite? Because you don't want anyone to know that you placed your lips upon my supposed wicked ones?"

Oberyn's jaw tightened at her mocking to so he replied, "Yes and no. I have a paramour and if it were anyone else, she would be fine, but-"

"Since I am a Lannister, she already despises my existence before even meeting me," Satine finished and scoffed. "This is why I left…I'm tempted to go back to the Free Cities and never return home."

"No." Oberyn said quickly, surprising the both of them.

"So why did you kiss me," Satine asked in frustration.

"Why does it matter to you so much? Did you like me kissing you?"

She rolled her eyes and responded, "I just want to know for my own personal amusement and the fact that you could be trying to manipulate me somehow."

"Don't act so innocent, Lannister."

"Seven hells!" She yelled out in frustration before her head was pulled back and Oberyn's lips crashed onto her own roughly.

"You make me so angry," he murmured against her lips.

"Okay," she whispered, kissing him roughly back as she felt herself get caught up in the moment. Damn him to the seven…and his lips too.

His hands traveled up her body, inching their way to her breasts. When he squeezed them, she quickly pulled herself away from him. She shook her head and let out a ragged breath. Satine stared straight ahead, telling him, "You were right before…we can't do this. For so many, many reasons too."

"Are you still in love with your brother?"

"WHAT?!" She shouted at him, straining her neck in order to look at him. "What the fuck are you talking about?!"

"I am not an idiot," he said in a deathly calm voice. "I can see the way he looks at you. Your brother looks at you the way every woman and man wants to be looked at, you know?"

"I don't…I don't think of my brother that way," she said carefully.

"Then what way do you think of him?"

"I stopped myself from thinking about my family. I let myself enjoy life for the past couple of years," she explained.

He opened his mouth to respond, but he suddenly pulled the reins back on the horse when he saw six knights riding towards them. They shared a look before looking at the men before them. Satine held her chin up, her jaw hardening.

"Hello there," Oberyn greeted and sighed when he saw his sigil on their shields, armor, and flags.

Of course, he would send them. He probably thought that I let her go…which is absolutely ridiculous, he thought bitterly.

"Prince Oberyn," one of them greeted back, eyeing the both of them. Oberyn remembered that his name was Thatcher though he didn't know the man's last name.

"Might I ask what you are doing here?"

"We are here on the orders of your brother, Prince Doran," Thatcher answered.

He raised an eyebrow at that and chuckled mirthlessly. "Really? Why?"

"We are here to bring Lady Satine Lannister back to Sunspear to the Old Palace. That is all Prince Doran commanded us to do," he answered immediately.

Oberyn looked like he wanted to say more and so he replied coldly, "Fine. If you harm one hair on Lady Satine's head though…then you have to worst things to fear than my brother as you all know."

Satine sighed in frustration at Oberyn. "I can take care of myself."

"I am trying to save that pretty face of yours from getting blackened," Oberyn reminded her lowly.

"Well, I don't need your help and I don't want it," she whispered vehemently as she looked into his eyes. "I am not some fucking damsel in distress."

And there is the Lannister personality everyone knows and hates with a burning passion, he thought in disdain.

"I can't believe you are doing this," Ellaria told him as she crossed her arms over her chest, staring out into the distance of the garden. She smiled when she saw her children battling each other with swords and other weapons. "Why do you have to bring her here?"

"I've already told you-"

"Yes, yes, you told me, but vaguely," Ellaria interrupted him.

"I don't have to tell you anything," he reminded her.

Ellaria looked sharply at him. "You do when it involves Oberyn's life and the possibilities' of my children's lives."

"She doesn't harm children," he drawled out, "She will be here as our guest and you and Oberyn will travel with her to her nephew's wedding."

"You're letting her stay here. Why not just put in a cell? I'm sure she would be more comfortable there," she grumbled.

"I've made my decision," Doran replied. "That is final, Ellaria. Treat her with respect please. I've already sent my men after them to make sure that she's arrived safely here. She should be here tomorrow in the afternoon probably."

"I'll make sure to leave a light on for them," Ellaria responded mockingly as she walked away from him and out of the room.

Doran closed his eyes and let out a sigh of frustration as he ran a hand through his hair. He knew that this would be a difficult plan to achieve, but if everything went according to plan then his need for vengeance would finally be achieved in the end.

For you, Elia, Doran thought.

TBC…

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