"May I sit with you," Satine asked Oberyn.

He put his hand over his heart and smirked in a charming way at her. "Oh, my lady Lannister, I feel beyond honored that you would choose me out of all the men here."

Satine smiled. "And you should be."

"Your mood swings will kill me someday," Oberyn joked.

Satine laughed and nodded. "Perhaps. Just depends on my mood and I usually give out warnings."

As they sat down, she noticed that her entire family was glaring at her. Oberyn noticed this as well as he asked, "Are you doing this to cause anger?"

"I'm teaching them a lesson, Oberyn. I'm teaching them that I have a choice and that just because I am back, it doesn't give them permission to dictate my life all over again," she explained. "I want to sit with you because you're the only sane one here who actually might understand what I went through."

"So who taught you to fight? I mean real fighting not the kind your brother does."

Satine gulped down her wine before she began her story, "I met a Khal, I was his slave and lover, he taught me to defend myself. He taught me about pain and how to use it by using it on me. I know how to paralyze a man with just two fingers on his spine. I barely even have to do anything. I planned my escape after a couple of months of earning his trust."

"Where is he now?"

"Dead. I killed him," she answered coldly. "I had to or he would have killed everyone here. He was planning to cross the sea to Westeros."

Oberyn scoffed. "Dothraki are afraid of the water since their horses can't cross it."

"He wasn't. He knew how to and developed a plan," she explained. "He was a great threat."

"And you ended him." Oberyn smiled and took a drink of his wine. "I am in awe of you, my lady. I want to know why you hate your father so much. I understand, it's clear why, but how is not all that clear."

Satine started to cut up her food as she responded, "My father wasn't always this way. I...there was a time when I loved him and looked past it all. My father is difficult to love because of everything. I found something out many things about him and what he did especially to the Starks. You should watch your back, Martell. You could be next since he invited you to this wedding My father tends to settle his debts at weddings."

Satine stood up and walked over to Jaime when he called her over to him. "What is it?"

"Why are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"Oberyn's my friend," she told him. "I'm more concerned about his safety since the Lannisters are known for our involvement in weddings."

"I wasn't there so don't blame me."

"I'm not, but I can tell you don't care enough to fight it."

"It's not my fight. Besides I'm done fighting."

Satine stared appalled at her brother. "Jaime, what-"

Satine stopped as she stood frozen as she saw two Lannisters guards take off their helmets and talk with each other. "Jaime, who are those men? Are they ours?"

Jaime nodded. "Yes, they're father's."

Her heart started to beat faster and Jaime's words became low and her eyesight was start to blur. Satine quickly blacked out for the second time in her life and Jaime quickly caught her in his arms, his eyes full of concern then anger as Oberyn ran to them and tried to hold her.

"What happened?!"

Jaime looked over to the two men who looked surprised at the sight of his sister, but then they turned the other way and walked quickly to the keep. Jaime handed her to Oberyn and followed the men, unsheathing his sword. He saw their crimson red cloaks flowing in the wind as they ran from him. Jaime went through the shortcut and cut them off, slicing his sword clumsily on one of their thighs. He didn't know which one since he was still getting used to his left hand. He made sure that they saw no weakness in him and that he deliberately made that move to cut one of them.

"Why are you running? My sister doesn't faint like some damsel not unless it was for a good reason."

They looked at each other and unsheathed their swords, preparing to fight. "Lord Tywin forced us to keep it a secret."

"Tell me and I may just let you live. Barely."

"You lost your hand, Ser Jaime. You can't win this one," one of them said.

Oberyn came beside him with a smirk and his spear ready to strike his opponent. "With me by his side, you can't win this either. You Lannister boys are always so arrogant of your weapons when you don't know that you are just green boys still."

The Lannister guards glanced at each other and gave their partner a worried yet defeated look. Jaime stepped closer and warned, "Tell us what secret you kept for my father."

The Lannister guards gave each other a look before one of them opened their mouths. Suddenly, his head came clean off of his shoulder as the other one was stabbed in the chest. He quickly fell to the floor with a loud thump. Satine stood over them with a fierce looking in her eyes as she simply wiped off the blood from the blade onto the cloaks.

"You and your secrets, sister will be the death of you," Jamie grumbled, sliding past her. Oberyn chuckled and eyed the blonde woman.

"Do you fake the faint?"

Satine smirked. "Now what would that say about me if I did in fact faint?"

"Why did you kill them?"

Her eye glittered as she replied, "Simply repaying a debt...no doubt Jaime will tell my father what happened here. I now know that these men work for my father and when I first arrived in the Free Cities, they did horrible things to me to try to scare me into running back home and into my father's arms."

"What kind of things, my lady?" Oberyn asked carefully, noticing the same haunted look in her eyes she always got whenever she saw blood.

They tried to kill my child, she thought, but never said those words aloud. They wouldn't stop...even after I gave birth. They wouldn't stop and kept on returning to kill me. They tortured the women in the whorehosue that we stayed in.

"They hurt me," Satine responded calmly. "So I hurt them back."

~Lys, Nine Years Ago~

"You must think of the child," her friend, Marei advised as Satine craddled the tiny baby in her arms.

She shook her head. "You must think me selfish for saying this, but I don't care if it was my brother's child...he's mine. He belongs to me. My sweet boy with a heart of gold. That's how I will raise him to be, Marei."

Marei, with a solemn expression stated, "Those men are torturing the rest of us in the brothel, Sadie."

Yes, it wasn't inventive, but Satine was panicking as the two men whose names were Kyllan and Clatton according to a friend who had sex with them one time, as they never stopped chasing her. Satine gave the women of the brothel the name, Sadie and told the women a story about how her brother bedded her and that this child was the product. She made sure to sound regretful and disgusted whenever she talked about her past.

Satine had no choice, but to trust these women for now as she rested.

"Have you got a name for him yet," Marei asked.

Satine shook her head. "I don't know what name should fit him. I want so much for him."

"I know a man," Marei began softly. "He would grow up with the best education out there. Learn to read properly. Fight. Live, Sadie."

"Like a highborn family," Satine questioned curiously.

"Something like that, yes."

She shook her head, remembering Westeros and her own family. "It's impossible for a highborn male to be compassionate and merciful. I've only known one man and even then he broke his vows to his wife."

Marei shook her head. "Perhaps, your son can be different. He may not be able to change the world, but maybe he can mold it into a better one. Life in Lys is as perfect as life can get here, but there are slaves here...we are treated well, but I want to leave here someday."

"Where?"

"Westeros. The Seven Kingdoms, oh how delightful they seem. Well before the war I mean," Marei said with excitement as she held a book to her chest. "My books tell of the great stories from there. Westeros seems to have the best and most exciting history. Lys is beautiful boring in my opinion."

Satine smiled. "I'm sure your dreams will come true. What of this family?"

"They are nicest people I've ever met. Fair." Marei said. "Give me your child tonight and I will take him to them. They are kind people, Sadie. People over here no notion of kindness, but they are different. They ooze it."

Satine chuckled and looked down into the eyes of her son who had emerald eyes with a swirl of gold in them. His face was gazing up at her, his cheeks mushed up together when he smiled. Chubby little cheeks, Satine thought with a smile. She bent her head and smelled the honey scent in his hair. "Oh, my sweet boy, you will have a heart of gold someday...I love you so much, no matter who you become or who your family is, I will always love you. You can't understand me, but know that I want to give you a chance at a good and happy life even if I am not inside of it."

Satine started to sob as her arms released him into Marei's hands. She heard the door shut behind her a moment later. Hot tears crawled down her cheeks as she fell to her knees, gripping her chest in pain at the loss of her child. It hurt her because two strangers would be her son's mother and father. He wouldn't give her a second thought. She would be lost and forgotten to him.

Perhaps though it is the best that he does not know that he is a Lannister, Satine thought with sorrow. He would not want the world on his shoulders if he were to find out that he was House Lannister's one true heir. He's a pureblood, just like the Targaryens.

Satine came out of her thoughts about her son when she and Oberyn walked back into the wedding feast outside, seeing five dwarves dressed as the five kings. Her fists curled as she saw half of the people laughing while the other looked uncomfortable. Her eyes narrowed furiously as she saw the dwarves pretend to kill each other. Her nails dug into the palms of her hands when they "cut" off Robb Stark's head and played around with it. She had a disgusting expression on her face as she moved to stride forward, btu Oberyn's hand stopped her.

"You must not interfere," Oberyn advised lowly, glancing around to make sure no one saw them.

"He's right," Ellaria Sand agreed as she came to stand beside them. "Long time no see, Satine."

"I'm surprised that it took us this long to cross paths," Satine told her with a smirk.

"Well, Oberyn likes to spend most of his time pining away for you," Ellaria snapped with a chuckle. "I do not mind sharing him, but do you? I think you are the kind of person that's greedy, much like your family-"

"Don't presume that you know anything about me, Ellaria," Satine cut her off saying and Oberyn stepped closer.

"Satine, Ellaria," he warned. "We are in the eyes of our enemies. Ellaria, she is on our side and we all fight for the same goal."

"The only one in my family that I care for the most is my brother, Tyrion, now the rest of them...they are my family, but they crossed the line by letting Joffrey rule a kingdom. They gave a psychotic child a crown and look what happened," Satine spoke to them in a low voice. "They destroyed everything good and innocent."

They watched Satine storm away from them and towards her family's table. Oberyn turned to Ellaria who had a smile on her face. "Was that necessary?"

"I like her. I like ruffling her feathers-well, her lion's fur actually." Ellaria mused.

"So you're not angry?"

"Not at all, my love, she's a challenge that one," Ellaria stated with a large grin. "I hope she stays this time. I may have fun here after all."

"And I am not fun."

"You know me? I live for the excitement you bring," Ellaria replied before Oberyn kissed her passionately.

Satine watched with curious eyes as Joffrey applauded, "Well fought. Well fought. Here you are. Champion's purse. Though you're not the champion yet, are you? A true champion defeats all the challengers. Surely there are others out there who still dare to challenge my reign."

Joffrey looked around and spotted Satine and called out to her, "Aunt! You look so lonely over there. Come, sit with your family...unless you don't like your king."

Everyone looked at her with curious eyes as she picked up her dress and walked towards her family. "Of course not, Your Grace. I love my family with all of my heart. I came back here for my family."

"So you say," Joffrey shrugged away and grabbed her hand when she walked past him. "I think it's about time you have a husband, dear aunt for I fear your looks may fade away."

Satine growled softly as Joffrey dragged her forward to the head of the table and announced, "Another wedding then! Any man who can defeat my lovely aunt may have her hand in marriage! I say that anyone who can tame her is certainly worthy of such!"

Everyone in the crowd started to laugh as no one came to fight her and Joffrey mused, "Oh, well, I guess you are not a great beauty as the tales said you were. A pity your beauty has faded away, aunt. I heard that you let many men take you, how many bastards have you had? Ten? Twelve? Fourteen? The Lannister Spinster is what they will call you."

Satine turned to her repulsive nephew, saying, "And the Bastard King is what they call you behind your back, nephew. I don't care if I marry for every man that I have met here is repulsive!"

Joffrey was red face as he yelled, "How dare you-"

Satine ripped her arm away as she continued, "No one would dare to fight me either, nephew because they would lose their heads, balls, and cock all in one swing of my sword. I don't care about my fucking looks! So go ahead, have your men fight me or you can fight me yourself? I heard of your amazing performance on the battlefield. Teach me a lesson, Your Grace, fight me..fight. Me. Now!"

Silence travelled everywhere in the wedding party as they all watched the battle. Joffrey frowned before he smiled, calling, "Uncle. How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume or a wooden sword. Do you challenge my reign?"

"One taste of combat was enough for me, Your Grace. I would like to keep what remains of my face.

I think you should fight him. This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery on the field of battle.

I speak as a firsthand witness. Climb down from the high table with your new Valyrian sword and show everyone how a true king wins his throne. Be careful, though," Tyrion warned as he pointed to the dwarf dressed as Joffrey. "This one is clearly mad with lust. It would be a tragedy for the king to lose his virtue hours before his wedding night."

Joffrey walked to Tyrion with his wine as he poured it onto Tyrion's head. Cersei smiled proudly and Satine huffed angrily at her expression. Cersei glared at her as Tyrion said, "A fine vintage. Shame that it spilled."

"It did not spill," Joffrey countered with an irritated expression. Satine smirked because she knew that Tyrion was trying to push his buttons and show no concern for Joffrey's attacks. Tyrion looked to her and winked like the older brother that he was.

He always insisted on protecting me, Satine thought and saw Jaime move forward, forcing her back as she was walking to Cersei with an angry expression on her face.

"My love, come back to me," Margaery called to him, her voice dripping with sweetness. Olenna Tyrell watched Satine with curious eyes and then looked to the wine on the floor. "It's time for my father's toast."

Joffrey scoffed. "Well, how does he expect me to toast without wine? Uncle, you can be my cupbearer seeing as you're too cowardly to fight."

"Your Grace does me a great honor."

"It's not meant as an honor.," Joffrey snapped in irritation, his face angry though Tyrion's facial expression was dead. "Bring me my goblet."

Tyrion stood and went to get the cup, but Joffrey dropped it causing the crowd to slightly laugh as Tyrion tried to look for it. Sansa bent down and retrieved the cup, handing it wordlessly over to Tyrion.

Joffrey glanced down at the goblet. "What good is an empty cup? Fill it."

Tyrion filled it quietly and handed it to him. "Kneel."

Tyrion with a dead expression on his face did not kneel, the crowd was in shock silence as they watched the "battle" and stubbornness of her brother.

Joffrey stopped smiling as he repeated, "Kneel before your king."

Tyrion did not kneel again. He simply looked up at Joffrey and into his eyes. Joffrey was persistent as he said again, "Kneel."

Tyrion did not obey yet again. He couldn't. It was as if his knees would not let him.

"I said kneel!" Joffrey howled and Tyrion only watched him with determined eyes.

Margaery shot up to her feet, quickly yelling out, "Look, the pie!"

The crowd clapped and cheered. Joffrey looked away as Tyrion walked away to Sansa. His blade sliced through the pie as pigeons came flying out of it.

"Why did you stop me," Satine asked her brother furiously.

"I'm protecting you, Satine. This is not your fight," Jaime replied.

"Tyrion is," she countered.

Just as Tyrion and Sansa were standing up and presuming to leave the wedding early, Joffrey called out again, "Uncle. Where are you going? You're my cupbearer, remember?"

"I thought I might change out of these wet clothes, Your Grace."

"No, no, no. No, you're perfect the way you are. Serve me my wine," Joffrey commanded as Tyrion went back to the table and poured some wine. "Well, hurry up. This pie is dry. Mm, good. Needs washing down."

"If it please Your Grace, Lady Sansa is very tired."

"No," Joffrey said before taking another sip. "No, you'll wait here un-"

Joffrey started to cough as Tyrion questioned, "Your Grace?"

"It's nothing."

Joffrey kept on coughing and it became worse by the moment as a frightened look came into his eyes as he gripped his throat. Margaery yelled, "He's choking!"

Olenna order the men furiously, "Help the poor boy. Idiots, help your king."

Both Jaime and Cersei ran towards Joffrey who fell to the floor as no one helped him. " Joffrey! Joffrey! Help him! Someone help him!"

Cersei held her son in her arms as she cried, "Joffrey. Please, Joffrey. Joffrey, what is it? Help him! My son."

Satine watched as Cersei scream as her son's face turned completely purple with blood coming out of his nose, ears, and eyes. His mouth foamed and Satine knew that he had been poisoned. Joffrey was a horrific sight to behold as he lifted up a bloody hand and pointed to Satine and Tyrion. He kept on clawing at his throat as he looked to Cersei for help, mixed tears and blood coming out of his eyes.

"He's gone," Jaime whispered as Joffrey's terror filled eyes died.

Cersei sobbed and she screamed, "Our king is gone. He did this-they did this! They poisoned my son, your king. Take them both! Take them! Take them! Take them!"

Tyrion spoke out quickly, "Take me, not Satine!"

Satine kicked the men away from her and shoved the dagger she hid under her dress into one of their throats, her father screamed orders in the background. Satine danced on the tables with the men as she ran across them, ripping away her skirts, leaving her in a corset and a underskirt. Her hair came apart as she flew across the men, grabbing onto the one of the flags hanging in the air. She glanced behind her, seeing Tyrion being dragged away and both Jaime and Oberyn running after her. Satine jumped off of the stone ledge and went to the sea as close as she could be before she dived into the waters of the Narrow Sea, barely missing the rocks as they nicked the skin on her thigh.

Jaime and Oberyn searched for her body and found nothing.

~Lys, Present~

Daenerys looked down at the young boy as she asked Jorah, "Who is this?"

"I am the Prince of Lys," he answered, surprising her entire company. "I hear you want Meereen."

"I thought that there were no princes."

"The Free Cities are complicated. I am from House Rogare and we took Lys because we are the wealthiest there. My family will help you, Queen Daenerys Targaryen."

"Why?" She asked. "You are only a boy."

"I may be small, but I cast a very large shadow," he spoke. "I believe in the same thing you do. There should be no such thing as slavery. I strive for peace just as you do."

Daenerys examined him carefully. "How old are you?"

"Does it matter? All you need to know about me are three things: we have the same beliefs, I am different, and my name is Prince Drazenko Rogare of Lys."

He had hair as golden as the sun and his eyes were emerald with swirls of gold in them. For a young boy, he was quite beautiful and very polite, Dany noted. He stood up straight and nodded to her men. "I am a man of my word, that is what I believe in. I wish to do more than just sit quietly on my throne like some spoiled idiot, Your Grace."

They all smiled at the fierceness in the boy's voice and looked to Daenerys who responded, "We will see, Prince Drazenko."

TBC…

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