Satine stared at Oberyn who has no problem devouring his food while she had lost her appetite due to some memories resurfacing inside of her mind.

Of course, she loved men. Jaime may have been her first love, but he certainly wasn't her last. There was another after she left and before she met Oberyn. His name was Khal Morgo or at least that was what the Dothraki called him.

He was truly a warrior to be feared of.

~Vaes Khadokh~

City of Corpses, she thought grimly as she was tied to a pole outside.

The night was hot and dark, but the torches from the khalasar. As she glanced around the area, the smell of dead bodies filled her nostrils. They were all slaves and whores to the Dothraki, captured or taken from their homes. Satine tried her best not to look at them, but found it hard when their lifeless eyes stared back at her. Then she found herself wanting to look at them, she believed that having the stomach to look into Death's eyes was strength somehow.

She saw as a tall muscular man strode towards her before stabbing a torch into the ground. His black braid swung around as he faced her. He was surprisingly handsome for being a Dothraki since everyone of them that she saw were anything, but handsome to her. He had the same red paint markings on his shoulders as did his men when they took her.

At first, he towered over her, his eyes were black before he came into the light of the torch. His eyes were actually almost red, he gave her the appearance of a snake. A handsome snake.

"No questions," Satine taunted. "I'm surprised since men usually try to either rape me or question me."

"I'm not like most men," he said in the Common Tongue.

"You know of the Common Tongue then? That is surprising especially for a Dothraki."

Khal Morgo eyed her with intrigue. "I don't want my enemies to know that I can understand them almost completely."

"Do you share this little detail with your men as well?"

"I do not."

"The Bloodriders?"

"Not even them." He replied, his accent thick to where she almost couldn't understand him. Almost.

"Are you going to kill me then? Be the only man who gets to do the honor?" She sneered at him.

Khal Morgo did not answer her and only stared at her with a small smile on his face, the flames dancing across wildly.

"My father always told me that if you are going to kill someone then kill them, don't stand there and keep talking about it or in your sense, keep smiling at me and ignoring me."

He laughed at her then stood up to untie her, his eyes watching hers carefully. He still watched her as she rubbed her wrists before grabbing them and pulling them apart.

"It will only get worse with rubbing."

"How did you come to know of the Common Tongue?"

"I want to know what my enemies are saying about me," he replied as he moved away from her. "One day, I plan to do the impossible. This will make me the greatest and strongest Khal in history just like my ancestors as they were remembered for tearing apart the Kingdom of Sarnor. One of the great khals!"

"You despise the Andals?" She realized as she sat up more against the pole.

"You come from Westeros, yes? You are Westerosi."

"Yes, why does that matter?" Satine asked suspiciously lifting her chin up in defiance.

"You are alive because I need you to be my guide to this known world. To show me everything about Westeros," he said as he stepped closer to her until he was towering over her. "You will do this for me."

"I heard that the Dothraki fear anything that their horses can't drink. Why would you cross the waters?"

"Because then I will be a true conqueror. A khal is only great if he can gather all of the people as one."

"Where do I fit into all of this then?"

"You will be my seer, someone to let me see into their world."

"Why would I risk the lives of my family?"

Khal Morgo chuckled and mused, "You want them dead as much as I do."

"That's not true."

"It is, Satine," he countered as their noses touched, his breath hot on her face. "There is a darkness inside of you. A warrior held back. Your family held you back."

"You're wrong."

"No," he replied. "I am not."

Khal Morgo wrapped his large hand around her neck before crashing his lips onto hers. Satine could barely breathe as she was pushed to the wall, wrapping her arms around his neck. She moaned before pushing him to the wall as well as they ripped their clothes off each other. His beard tickled her cheek as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. His hands gripped her bare hips before he bent his head to suck her hardened nipple. She jumped as she felt him bite her nipple. He kneeled down and kissed her mound as her head fell back in pleasure, she moaned loudly not caring that everyone had heard her.

Satine was brought back to the present when she heard Oberyn command her, "Eat your food."

Satine raised an eyebrow at him as she drank her wine. "Not. Hungry."

"Yes, you are. I can hear your stomach growling for something."

She smiled at him and stood up. "I'm not hungry. Besides I may have just lost my appetite."

Satine turned around, walking away from him as she heard him call out to her, "You still are a beautiful sight from behind, my lady!"

Satine rolled her eyes as she strode away and towards the Red Keep where she saw everyone in a hurry as they tried to get everything ready for the wedding tomorrow. She turned around and saw a tall blonde woman walking towards her.

"My lady," she bowed.

"Please call me Satine. What is your name?"

"Brienne of Tarth."

"Ah," she drawled out. "You are the fierce knight that put my brother in his place. I thank you for that. Really I do because he deserved it after all these years."

"I wish I could've done more."

"Don't we all wish that," she replied with a smile. "Anything you ask is yours, Brienne of Tarth."

"Thank you, but that won't be necessary. I came to ask you something…"

"Perhaps we should speak privately in my chambers," Satine said as Brienne nodded, walking with her to her chambers. They act nonchalantly as most of the people started to stare at them, suspicion in their eyes as some of them whispered to each other.

My sister's spies, Satine thought. Keeping an eye on the both of us probably. She doesn't trust Brienne since she has made it clear that she hates them as much as the Starks did.

Once they closed the door behind them, Satine immediately asked, "What is it?"

"I know from others that you are the most honorable Lannister there is. I fear for Catelyn Stark's daughter and her safety."

Satine nodded. "I agree. I know of your concerns for they are mine as well."

"So you agree that we should keep an eye out," Brienne whispered to her.

She nodded discreetly. "Yes. We are allies now."

"Why?"

"Because I hate my family especially my repulsive father for killing the Starks. They held a tender spot in my heart. I liked Elia Martell, she was nice to me. I was friends with Lyanna Stark so you can imagine how angry I was to learn of their deaths. I want The Mountain's head just as Oberyn Martell wants and I want to protect what's left of House Stark just as you want to."

"I thought that you were protecting the Lannisters."

"I only protect Tyrion, not the rest of them especially after everything."

"What are you planning, Satine Lannister?"

Satine gave her a small smile. "Nothing that would deprive you of saving the only Stark left in Westeros."

TBC…

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