A bright light hit her face as it immediately annoyed her upon awakening. Satine squinted at the light, rubbing her hand over her face specifically her eyes. Before opening her eyes, she felt the heat of another body laying next to hers. Hesitantly, she opened one eye, almost screaming at the sight of a bare chested Oberyn.

She slowly lifted the blankets up, praying to the Maiden that she didn't do what she thinks she did. Satine sighed in relief as she saw that they were wearing breeches. Satine slowly got up from the bed, getting quickly dressed.

Satine decided that it would be best if she were to wear a gown today for her reunion with her father. She pinned the sides of her long blonde curls to the side of her head, wearing simple gold teardrop earrings. Satine slipped on a gold gown which her shoulders were left bare, her arms were covered in the same golden embroidery that was spread out through the skirt of the gown like vines. Satine glanced at herself in the mirror, scowling a little as she glanced at herself in the mirror, scowling a little as she looked like Cersei when she was much younger.

And less bitter, Satine thought with a sneer.

Satine forced herself to not look back at Obery as she left the room once she strapped on a dagger onto her thigh. She walked down the halls with her head held up high as she made her way to the Tower of the Hand where her father lied. She didn't dare turn her eyes towards the people who glanced her way as she walked down the halls of the Red Keep.

"Lady Satine," Lord Baelish greeted with a tight smile on his face. "You are a sight for sore eyes."

"Lord Baelish," she greeted politely. "I wonder where is the rest of the small council."

"So many rumours were flying about as we all heard of your quick departure," Lord Baelish questioned.

"Ah, yes," Satine drawled out with a dry voice. "The gossip of Westeros...that is one of the things I certainly did not miss."

"A lot has changed in Westeros since you left in such a hurry, Lady Satine-"

"Just call me Satine, I haven't been called a lady in such a long time."

Lord Baelish let out a little laugh. "Well, that is a rare perspective coming from a Lannister...a Lannister prefers the company of the common people than highborns."

"The rich get richer and the poorer get poorer," she quoted with a small smile. "The highborns will never change and the common people can. It's as simple as that. They're quite fascinating creatures."

"You are a highborn yourself, my lady," Lord Baelish reminded her. "I find that people will never change for the better. They will only grow crueler."

"Good day, Littlefinger," she snapped at him, remembering how much she didn't trust Westeros.

"Black Mamba," he started, stopping her in her tracks. "Imp, Kingslayer, Great Lion, Queen Dowager...names are such a powerful thing especially it seems for Lannisters."

"Kingslayer," she mused in amusement. "My brother saved you all from a mad king who would've killed everyone in Westeros just because the voices in his head told him so. If he had let him live then it would've been someone else that did the job. His name causes fear to boil in men's eyes and he has lived up to the name. Tyrion may be small, but he's smarter than the rest of us, my father is feared by all because he has no problem getting rid of someone and no one will even blink, and Cersei...she'll take whatever you can throw at her, but she'll throw it back at you ten thousand times worse."

Satine smiled at him, her smile cut like a knife. "So let me be clear, Lord Baelish, my family is powerful for a reason. The names you give us only make our shadows grow taller-so tall that no man would even dare to cross them. A Lannister always repays his debts."

Satine walked away from him, heading back to her path towards the Tower of the Hand. Satine knocked on the door, eyeing the guards in Lannister armour, standing still on either side of her father's door. She could tell that her family didn't feel safe anymore like they used to.

I've been gone too long.

"Enter," Tywin's stern voice came out like lightning.

Satine entered the room, closing the door behind her quietly. Tywin looked up and was surprised at the sight of his youngest child especially in a dress nonetheless. Though he didn't show it.

"Father," she greeted, coming closer to him.

Her father wasn't exactly an affectionate person, but even she was surprised as she felt herself hugging him when he stood up. He had forgotten what it was like to hug someone especially one of his children. After their mother died, Tywin did not smile nor did he show any kind of affection to any of his children. Even though secretly Satine wanted him to when she was a girl.

It was hard growing up without a mother and with a father who didn't show affection. She was forced to hold in any type of emotion and keep it deep inside.

After the hug ended, Tywin commented, "I had forgotten how much you looked like your mother. So why did you run off?"

The smile on Satine's face faded as she replied, "You all pushed me away."

"I pushed you to make you stronger," Tywin replied as he walked back to his desk, sitting back in his chair. "To survive."

"Well, you succeeded, father. You practically pushed me onto the ship itself that crossed the Narrow Sea."

"I did it because our enemies will manipulate a Lannister. Lannisters are not weak minded."

"Lannisters don't act like fools," she mocked him and his voice. "This is probably why everyone hates us. Is it far better to be feared or loved, father?"

"Feared. They won't attack someone they fear nor will they revolt."

"Perhaps." Satine shrugged. "Why do you hate Tyrion so much?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, Your hatred for my brother is just one of the many reasons why I left. In fact, you yourself might be the real reason for my departure."

"Are you trying to make me feel guilty," Tywin questioned in irritation.

"I may not remember much about my mother, but I know her from the stories that were told. She wouldn't have wanted you to hate him."

"She's gone because of him," Tywin told her carefully as if she were a child climbing trees too high in the sky for her to climb yet she still climbed them. "You grew up without a mother, Satine. I remember when you were a babe, the only thing that would calm you down was the sight of your mother's necklace. Once you saw it, the tears would stop and you would hold it tight in your little fingers. No one could take it from you."

"Well, Cersei did. I never saw that thing again," Satine reminded him. "Tyrion are practically twins, father. The only difference is that he was born a dwarf and I got lucky."

"You were a little girl-"

"I'm not that little girl anymore," she said quickly. "I've changed too in the last decade. I wanted to leave-to learn."

"Learn what?"

"Learn to survive without help. I wanted to understand what the world was really like outside of the walls of The Rock."

Tywin nodded. "Westeros has changed as well; it's only grown more cruel. The people are just the same as always."

"I actually hope that people can change for the better."

Tywin's mouth twitched almost into a smile, seeing that her compassion for other creatures who don't deserve it, still hasn't been snuffed out like a candle's flame. "So tell me of your adventures in Essos."

They sat for hours as Satine enthusiastically told him of the many adventures she had. From meeting a giant named Tiny, tryin to free slaves and succeeding, almost being skinned alive by the a khalasar of the Dothraki, she could've gone on for days. It was nice.

But it did not change anything.

Satine still wanted to leave all of this behind more than ever. She walked back to her room, feeling a slight headache slamming its fists repeatedly into her brain. Satine wrapped her arms around her middle, her skirts swishing back and forth as she walked. She felt her fingers begin to twitch as she realized that she wanted to kill something.

Badly.

She was no saint. Not anymore.

~Three Years Ago, along the shores of the Shivering Sea~

Satine held her chin up high as she saw it. She remembered reading about this place where the ruins of a fallen kingdom lied because of the Dothraki.

Kingdom of Sarnor was what it was called.

The Dothraki destroyed even the grass. They made sure that whoever came here knew what had happened. They wanted the fear of everyone.

They even destroyed their gods and the faith that they had in them.

Satine heard the sound of hooves behind her as she entered the castle or well, what was supposed to be a castle, but now looked like Harrenhal...only much worse. She knew that they had already caught sight of her for her golden hair could be spotted easily from a mile away since there was nothing, but darkness.

She didn't dare touch the hilt of the sword on her hip. I am a foreigner so I doubt that my hand on the hilt would not be taken lightly and would perceive me as an enemy.

She didn't know Dothraki that well to actually have an intelligent conversation with them though she doubted that they would let her.

Satine heard the Dothraki talk amongst themselves, one of the men smiled cruelly at me. The man dismounted his black horse, his hair longer than most of his companions. She backed away from him slowly, fearing her brothers' words for the first time. They always told her to be careful of men especially since they would rape her within a second. The end of that conversation did not end well for her brothers.

He had red markings from his back to his shoulders. He had bronze colored skin that was much darker than her own. The man was taller than she was and made her appear small to his men. She did not like the way that this man was looking at her. His eyes were filled with lust and cruelty. Unfathomable eyes was what he had.

His fingers were hard as they touched her cheek. Satine ripped his hand from her face, telling him in Dothraki, "Do not touch me."

They laughed at her before he slapped her face, she could feel the blood in her mouth from her cut lip. She turned back to them, smiling as she licked the blood from her lip.

He spoke again, telling her, "I will enjoy raping you."

"We must see what Khal Morgo will want with her." A man with a short curly ponytail said.

The man in front of her seemed to not like this idea, but he nodded before grabbing her arms and pulling her over his shoulder as she kicked and screamed at him-

Satine was brought out of her thoughts as she saw Oberyn still sleeping in her bed. Had no one dared to disturb him? Were they really that scared of the Red Viper that they did not question his sleeping arrangements for the night.

Satine growled angrily as she slammed the door to her chambers purposely just so he would wake up. She faked an innocent look on her face as she put her hand over her heart as Oberyn violently jolted awake in her bed, his dagger out to attack.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?"

Oberyn frowned as he rubbed his eyes of sleep. She walked towards him, continuing, "You need to leave before rumors start to spread and soon the Sand Snakes try to murder me in my sleep for opening my legs to their father."

Oberyn smirked. "Wouldn't that be a sight?"

"Never speak of last night or this morning to anyone if you value your life, Martell."

"Oh, but last night is a night that I shall never forget, Lannister," Oberyn replied as he leaned back onto the bed crossing his hands behind his head.

Satine rolled her eyes. "Get. Out."

Oberyn thought about it for a moment. "No. We are breaking our fasts together. In the public eye and we will discuss some things that have been really bothering me as of lately."

He closed his eyes, still smiling. "By the way, my lady, you look lovely today."

TBC…

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