Oberyn couldn't help, but decide to have a little chat with Jaime Lannister. The man taunted him to do so, he couldn't resist talking to him. Oberyn often became perplexed as to what Satine had seen in Jaime, he knew that the fact that he was her brother gave her the notion of thinking that she knew him better than anyone...he thought perhaps that she might have once been oblivious to the ways of her brother and who he really was.

Even as they were walking past one another in the hallways of the Red Keep, Oberyn and Jaime caught each other's eyes, something swirling in them. Jaime stopped walking and then turned back around to face the viper he knew only by reputation.

Jaime smirked at the viper. "Why did you capture her?"

Oberyn stopped as well, smiling softly. "Does it matter?"

He chuckled in amusement, shrugging. "I guess not. No matter, I'll repay the debt."

Jaime turned to leave, but stopped as Oberyn called out to him, "She needed to be protected so we were there to help her. They are a lot of dangerous people in Westeros who want her head only because she possesses a last name."

"I don't believe that."

"Satine is someone I've come to admire, I am in awe of her strength."

Oberyn for a moment believed that they belonged together somehow. He thought of how much they were alike in many ways. Oberyn saw himself in Satine's eyes, they both wanted adventure.

And vengeance. He could see it in her eyes whenever she looked at anyone, she tried to hide to it and did so well, but she was like him. She couldn't hide her feelings forever, and wasn't all that patient when it came to wanting what she craved.

"Perhaps it is fate the finally brought us together," Oberyn suggested, but only to get a reaction out of Jaime.

Jaime's hands curled into tight fists as he gave him a forced smile that never reached his eyes. "My father was right about you. You are half-mad."

Oberyn returned his smile, saying, "I don't believe that you truly love Satine as you claim to do."

Jaime didn't even bother denying Oberyn's assumption that he loved Satine as more than just a sister. "I'm curious as to why is that?"

"Because you left her to be by Cersei's side, yes? You let her leave Westeros without a fight," Oberyn reminded him. "That shows that you do not care for her as much. You've grown apart I'm afraid. She has realized this which is good for me, but terrible for you."

"I've always loved Cersei more, I'll admit to that," Jaime confessed. "Satine always fought our love, Cersei embraced it. I wished that she was like that, but instead she ran on the first ship in the middle of the night like some robber I suppose."

"Except she's nothing like Cersei. She is not some flower, she certainly doesn't dress like one. Satine is something you don't see every dynasty one would think."

"Strong women these days seem to be in the latter."

"No, not women, but men," Oberyn countered. "

"There are great tales of both genders, but the bards only sing the great deeds of men and the damsels they fell in love with."

Oberyn nodded and looked around, sniffing. "Change is in the air. No doubt that they will rise someday. Soon maybe, then we should all be afraid. Satine is called The Black Mamba for a reason. She is fiercer than you could ever know."

"Don't presume that you know anything of my sister. I know her better than others do before she left." Jaime retorted. "I love her. Everything about her."

Oberyn shook his head. "You don't know her though. You never did. You don't want to embrace who she is. You want to make her like the rest of you."

"I know her better than you ever will."

Oberyn came closer to him. "Is that a threat?"

Jaime looked into his eyes. "It is a promise."

Oberyn's lips curved as he replied, "There is wildness in Satine that you, your father, your brother, and your sister all want to control it. Instead of embracing it, it frightens you, doesn't it?"

"She's unpredictable," Jaime admitted.

"But extraordinary."

"Definat."

"Bold and wild."

Jaime scoffed. "Impulsive, you mean. You haven't seen her the way I have."

"I have not seen her naked, but I can already tell that the sight will be a pleasant one."

Jaime growled as they heard quick footsteps coming into the hallway. Tyrion arrived there to them as quickly as possible without making a fool of himself.

"Let's not fight right now. It would be a bad custom to kill our guests, Jaime and your host, Oberyn," Tyrion advised lowly.

"Like I said before," Jaime began. "You don't know her and you're a fool if you think otherwise."

"No, but I have had a glimpse of something beautifully broken. Like a phoenix, rising from the ashes."

"Careful not to be too caught up in my sister's beauty, Viper, she's just as deadly as the rest of us," Jaime warned Oberyn who smirked in response. "...perhaps even more."

"I AM NOT IN THE MOOD FOR THIS," Tyrion roared at the both of them, surprising them. "Walk away, the both of you. Satine will come for the both of you if you continue. You know she has a bad temper."

"You're right," Satine said, appearing of the darkness. "I do. One of my bad qualities."

"My lady," Oberyn greeted. "Your brothers are delightful."

"As you are to them most like," she replied, stepping forward. "I don't think that I like hearing people talk of what they think they know of me. No one knows anyone. Neither of you know me. I was different, I've always been different. Leave it be and walk away you two before I do something I may regret, not now, but years later."

Jaime and Oberyn shared a look before turning away from each other and going their separate ways.

Satine sighed as Tyrion stated, "Why must you always cause trouble?"

"I could say the same for you, brother. Why are you crossed today?"

"I had to be selfless."

"For once," Satine joked. "That must've been hard."

"You're right, it was."

"And?"

"And I did not like it," Tyrion replied.

"I'm sorry," she told him softly. "I know the feeling."

"I know you do," Tyrion responded as he looked up at her. "Your pain was worse than mine most likely."

Satine froze and looked into her brother's eyes. "Probably not as worse as losing the woman you love."

"Nor the child you came to love."

"I was never with child."

Tyrion let a soft smile appear on his face. "Of course, you never were."

Satine came closer. "What I said to Jaime and Oberyn...the same goes to you as well, Tyrion. I'm not innocent. I lost that innocence a long time ago and it was on purpose."

"The Maiden is probably crying her pretty eyes out every time she hears your name."

"You know me, I don't believe in the Seven or any other god."

"Yes, I remember."

"Good."

Tyrion cleared his throat. "I have to go now I'm afraid. I have a wedding breakfast to get to. Will you be there?"

"No," Satine simply said, shrugging. "I have something else to attend to, but I already sent someone to give Joffrey my gift. I'm sure he'll like it."

"Something tells me that he won't unless it involves something vulgar and cruel."

The Maiden is supposed to make all children innocent and dream sweetly, but Joffrey is not sweet nor is he innocent. Perhaps they made a mistake, Satine thought.

TBC…

THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! I'm happy that you all love this story as much as I have come to love it. You guys are literally the best and I hope you guys keep loving where I'm going with this story and the characters. As you can see the titles are going to involve The Seven Gods so this one is the Maiden and each chapter is based on what they stand for. I can't wait for the Stranger to happen which won't be for another four chapters I'm afraid, but the Mother is a good one too which is after the next chapter.

Tyrion doesn't know if the child is still alive, but he thinks that Satine was pregnant at some point and gave up the child which would be common sense. It will be reveal on the Mother chapter how he came to know.

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HINT: Joffrey's wedding is next chapter.

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