Satine and Oberyn stepped into the brothel together as everyone watched them carefully. Satine could feel all of their eyes especially the eyes of people she knew worked for her sister and father.

She jumped a little when Oberyn grabbed her hand, smirking. "I won't bite."

She scoffed. "You say that now, but I know that you're a vicious snake."

Oberyn laughed as he led her to a room in a back. There hardly wasn't any sort of light in the room as they walked in. Satine glanced around the room, seeing that there was only one bed except for a lounge chair that hardly seemed sleepable for any man.

"One bed," she noted.

"We must share then," Oberyn mused.

Satine rolled her eyes. "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"So would you too, my lady."

Satine scoffed and then said, "Do I have to wear the clothes that those women wear? I may be a little demon, but I have dignity. Although if I wear less then I will be quicker, but I'm not that tempted to do so."

"Why not? Your family already fears for your reputation. I've never heard of a highborn lady such as yourself, leaving her family, and training with the best and most fearful warriors of this world."

"To be the best, you must learn from the best and the worse actually," Satine told him. "This is what I have learned from all of them. I was in a great deal of pain most of the time."

"Ah," Oberyn drawled out. "Pain makes you better, does it not? It teaches you to not to make the same mistake again, your mind remembers the pain."

Sartine smiled. "I agree."

"Why did you agree to stay with me?"

She shrugged. "I feel most unwelcome at home. If I were to return then I would surely be trapped forever with only my memories to serve me."

"I would suggest leaving then."

Satine eyed him as she inquired, "To where then? I've seen almost everything. What else could I learn?"

"Dorne. You could come back with me."

Satine let out a heavy breath as she replied carefully, "Whatever you are feeling for me is impossible to achieve."

"They said the same thing about you becoming one of the best fighters yet I was told yourself that you defeated Khal Morgo, a known Dothraki warlord who gained more men in his khalasar than any Dothraki," Oberyn said, shocking her.

Her brows furrowed in quick distress as she questioned, "Wait, how did you know that? I never told-"

"Lord Tywin likes to brag about you, Satine," Oberyn answered. "He told everyone that you were across the Narrow Sea, fighting in your house's name."

She rolled her eyes. "That would explain why for many years, every assassin, warrior, and killer known to man would try to kill me."

"I wouldn't blame your father for everyone wanting to kill you. I would want to kill you too."

Satine laughed. "Is that why I am here? For you to achieve your goal in life?"

"Seven hells, you caught me," Oberyn mused. "What will you do with me now that you know of my great plans?"

Oberyn stepped closer to her until they could feel one another's breath on their cheeks. Oberyn gazed at her from above as his hand moved a piece of her hair away from her face. Satine refused to look at him in the eyes at first so she kept her emerald green eyes on his chest. As he caressed her cheek gently, Satine's fingers touched the sun symbols pinned onto his coat.

"Oberyn, why did you kiss me...not once, but twice when you and I were in the woods together?"

Oberyn was silent as he ran his lips across the side of her face before settling on her neck. "I thought that if I kissed you then I would not think anymore of you, beautiful woman. I would be able to put you behind me, but I am a man of passion who does not deny the touch of it."

"Do you think that I killed Joffrey? That Tyrion did?"

"I don't know, but I do know that I should not underestimate you nor your brother,"Oberyn confessed.

"What could a woman like me do?" She countered mockingly.

Oberyn eyed her as he gave her a smile. "Everything."

Satine felt her back hit the silk sheets of the bed behind her with Oberyn on top of her. She felt his hands all over her body as he continued to kiss her. Satine cupped his face as she looked up at him and into his eyes which were so dark and black that they almost looked unfathomable. His hands slowly started to unlace the breeches which she wore.

Satine pushed him away when their skins started to touch and she sat up straight, breathing heavily as she closed her eyes. "We can't."

Oberyn moved her golden hair to the side as he kissed her neck from behind. "Who says so?"

"I do," Tywin stated coldly as he stood in the doorway of the room.

Satine shot to her feet as she gulped nervously as she stared at her father. "Father? What are you doing here?"

Tywin walked closer into the room as he responded, "Varys heard a rumor about your relationship to Prince Oberyn. I didn't want to believe them so I came here only to discover you and him in a whorehouse, acting like a whore. Everyone knows, Satine."

"I don't care," she seethed angrily. "Do you honestly think that I care or have cared what any of you thought of me? I ran away and fucked men just like Oberyn because I wanted to and it felt good! My reputation was already tainted when I saw Cersei fucking Jaime and I had you as a father-"

Tywin striked Satine across the face which caused Oberyn to shoot off of the bed and come to her aid, but her hand on his chest stopped him. Satine's cheek was an angry red color as she looked at her father with cold eyes. "How rude of you, Lord Tywin. I wasn't finished yet, father, telling you of your sins."

Satine stood up straight as she continued, "I was tainted the moment your own precious golden son kissed me more than once. He took my innocence. I vowed from the moment that I left Westeros that I would not anyone or anything such as you or pain ever be a weakness. I have been whipped, burned, hit, spit at, dragged through the blazing sun of the Red Waste, called horrible names, my bones broken then put back together only to be broken again, and have had to fuck a Dothraki just so his khalasar wouldn't be given the chance to do it a million times. Do you honestly think that you striking me would frighten me into submission, father?"

When Tywin raised his hand to strike her again, Satine quickly caught his wrist in her hand with a vine-like grip. "I would be careful of me, father. I will fight for Tyrion and be his champion because the only way this ridiculous trial will end is in death. I won't let you take another loved one away from me."

Satine threw his hand away from her as she stepped around him, glaring straight ahead as she stormed away. Everyone looked at her in shock as she passed them since no one would have ever dared to talk back to the Great Tywin Lannister like she had.

As she stepped outside, she took in the fresh air. Her heart beat quickly as she glanced around. Satine walked down the crowded streets as she noticed an uproar occur. She paused as she saw a large man who looked like a baker hold the skinny arm of a boy who looked barely to be the age of eight with blonde hair. Satine froze as she saw the man lift up a cleaver, Satine knew that he was going to chop the boy's hand off for most likely ran over to them and stopped the cleaver from cutting the boy's hand off.

"How dare you-" the baker began to yell until he saw who he was talking to. He bowed as he greeted, "Lady Satine Lannister, I did not know it was you. Forgive me."

"What did the boy steal?" She asked.

"Bread, m'lady."

"How much?"

"A loaf."

"Why did you do it?" Satine asked the boy.

The boy did not answer her as he turned his eyes to the ground as the baker held onto his skinny arm. Satine sighed. "Let him go."

"What? But, m'lady-"

"But nothing," she snapped. "I will pay you ten gold dragons if you give him to me, fifteen to keep your mouth shut."

The baker's eyes lit up and nodded as she handed him fifteen gold dragons before she grabbed the boy and sat him down on a ledge in the alleyway. "What is your name, boy? You can tell me, I'm not like them. I promise."

The boy looked up at her before muttering, "Bennard, m'lady. Ben for short."

"Ben." Satine smiled gently at him. "How old are you?"

"I'll be nine in a moon."

"Do you have a mother or a father or someone to take care of you?"

Ben shook his head. "No, m'lady. They died maybe. I don't kno'."

Satine nodded as she frowned. "Would you like to live with me?"

"Why?"

"You remind me of someone that I lost. Also I don't want to see your hands cut off ever again or any other part. I promise that no one will hurt you. I'll protect you. Would you like that?"

Ben shrugged. "Why? Why are you bein' nice to me? No one's ever been this nice to me before. Everyone says I'm strange because I like to read."

"You are not strange, Ben. I suppose I am doing this because you have no one and neither do I. Empathy is a weakness of mine."

"Me too."

Satine chuckled as she gestured for him to follow her. "You must be careful while you're in my care. Many will want to hurt you and me."

"I won't let them, m'lady."

"You can call me Satine," she told him. "I am not a lady."

"Okay, Satine. I heard that the castle has one of the largest libraries in the world."

"Well, yes, but the largest one is-"

"Is in The Citadel," Ben said with excitement. Satine laughed as she saw him give her a wide smile that showed only a large gap between his two front teeth and freckles framed his cheeks as well. "I know that. I want to visit there, but I am too lowly to do that."

"That's not true. I'll take you there."

Ben looked at her in confusion. "But girls can't go in there."

"They will try to stop me, but Ben, I will tell you this only once," Satine began to tell him. "Never let anything stop you from what you let the world tell you that you can't do something because nothing is impossible. They said that I will never fight. When I did just that, they said that I will never be the best. I proved them all wrong and you can too."

Ben nodded with a wide grin as they walked into the brothel. "Can I read the books in the castle?"

"You can read whatever you like, Ben."

~Two years ago, Vaes Khadokh~

Satine watched the flames grown throughout the Dothraki camp. She sighed with relief that her plan came through. It was finally over, she thought, I can go back to Lys or somewhere else. She thought it fitting that corpses filled the city as she looked at all the dead bodies of the Khalasar which she had come to despise more than anything.

She could still feel the whips she received when she was struck down by the men when they defeated her once again. Khal Morgo was displeased with her constantly, he grew more brutal with her especially when she didn't know something about Westeros. He would blame her and threaten her. Then they would train where he taught her to never fear death or show your enemy any kind of weakness. Satine was beaten into being fearless and ruthless when she fought. Khal Morgo forced her to kill a man she had defeated in battle, but she could not do it at first until she felt a whip at her back.

He told her that she needed more scars to show her strength, but Satine only held a few of them, not all thank the Gods. Satine looked coldly at the burnings tents and the screams of the people. She made a vow to never harm children which was why she had to do what she did.

She struck the men with her sword while they were planning to invade Westeros. Khal Morgo was nowhere to be found though. Satine searched for him, but he wasn't found. She wondered if he ran, but then thought against it since she knew better.

Even as she watched everything come to ashes, every man of the khalasar who would spit, crack their whip at her, or scar her body turned into nothing, but ash. The idea gave her pleasure in a way, they wouldn't do this to another person again. She knew that there were more out there.

Satine turned around and walked away from the smell of burning flesh and cloth.

Satine gasped as she was struck to the ground by something heavy which caught her breath in her chest. She gasped for air as her chest constricted even more when someone kicked her in the ribs then in the back. Khal Morgo stood above her, his face cold, but his eyes were betrayed.

"I gave you everything."

"You took...everything."

Khal Morgo growled. "I did not! You did! You burned my people to the ground."

He slammed her body into the ground as he continued in a rageful voice, "They told me not to trust you. They said that you were a snake in the grass,waiting to strike. They were right!"

Satine kicked him away from her as she stood on her feet, unsheathing her sword. "You raped me and abused me every single day. I hate you."

"And I loved you." Khal Morgo said before he charged forward, swinging his axe over her head. She ducked and rolled away as he brought it down onto the ground, nearly missing her head.

"I WAS YOUR PRISONER! YOU CAN'T LOVE ME! YOU CAN'T LOVE ANYONE!"

Satine roared as she swung her sword and cut his stomach. He stumbled away, not showing weakness to her as his wound started to spill blood and he became pale. Satine charged towards him, ducking as he slammed his axe towards her before she elbowed him in the face and sliced his knees. Satine then cut off his hand which the axe in it as he was forced to kneel to the ground due to his wounds. He was incredibly weakened, but he wouldn't allow himself to show her true state.

Satine kicked away the weapon as she looked into his eyes as she told him, "May you never ride into the Night Lands with your ancestors, Khal Morgo."

Satine went behind him and stuck the sword into his back. She watched him for a moment as he twitched before she turned around and walked away with limp. She hissed in pain as she found his dagger stuck in her thigh. She limped away as fast as she could, her eyelids faltering as she continued on. She took out the dagger as she fell against a rock, the blood poured out as she quickly tried to tighten the wound together to keep the blood in.

She watched the smoke lift up into the skies as she felt her eyes close on their accord.

Satine stared at Oberyn's surprised face as he questioned, "You can't be serious?"

Satine looked over at Ben who was busy reading a book he found on the table in the corner. "Oberyn, he had no one. I mean no one wanted him and would accept him. He would've been condemned to the life a cripple just because he was hungry and had no money."

"This is the tale for everyone in the Capital. Why this one?"

"Because he was the first who crossed my path," Satine answered. "He's staying. He's just a boy."

"He could be a spy for all you know."

Satine growled, "I don't care. He's staying."

"Satine-"

"I. Don't. Care." Satine and Oberyn glared at one another. "Fine. I can see when I'm not wanted. Goodbye, Oberyn. Let's go the castle, Ben."

Ben carried the book as he held it to his chest, giving Oberyn a look before he followed Satine out of the room. Satine ignored Oberyn calling her name as she walked out of the brothel and towards the castle.

"How did you learn how to read?" Satine asked Ben.

Ben looked up at her as he told her, "I learned from someone kind to me once...but he is dead now."

"I am sorry for that."

She held her head up as she walked through that gates of the castle as everyone looked at her and started to talk in furious whispers especially when they saw Ben walking beside her. He paid them no mind as he smiled widely, glancing all around him. His head nearly fell off as his head went back and forth, watching everything and everyone as they passed them.

Satine did not care for their talk or their looks, she had grown tired of the politics that were thrown at her. She knew that her family had not changed one bit. She was right and yet that this revelation disappointed her greatly. Doran gave her a duty and that was to protect Oberyn from her family. So she would do exactly that, things before didn't seem clear as she had great love for her family and thought that they would love her as well, but that all changed now.

Satine now knew where her allies lied and that was with Tyrion, Ben, House Martell, House Stark, House Baratheon, House Arryn...anyone who stood against her family who always shared cruel intentions for anyone who came across them, she would stand by their side always now.

Satine knew that she could never go back as she passed the Sept of Baelor where the statue of the Stranger stared at her when they passed by it.

TBC…

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