Oberyn's black viper eyes reluctantly went towards the object of his desire...Satine Lannister. She invaded his mind every day especially when he found out that she would be married out to a man who would not worship every part of her.

Oberyn followed her into the gardens, her back stiff as if she knew that he was following her. He wanted her alone and this was the only time that she was. Loras Tyrell would not leave her side the entire week before their wedding.

"Why are you here?" Satine sighed in disappointment as they walked to a hidden place in the gardens. It hadn't been used in years he guessed as vines spread all over the stone bench.

"This marriage to the Tyrells is ridiculous."

"It would save Tyrion. My brother, remember?" She told him coldly. "Why do you care anyways? You made your choice."

He stepped closer to her and brushed her blonde curl from her face. "I still love you, Satine Lannister. My heart belongs to you."

"I wish I could believe you." Her voice was soft and he wished then that he would hear it again. He knew that it would be only in his dreams. "But I know you. You're not a man who belongs to only one. I love you, but I love Tyrion more. I would rather die the Lady of House Tyrell than see my brother die."

Oberyn shook his head as she pushed his hand away so gently that he almost missed the touch of her skin. He yearned for it most days. He didn't think he would miss her this much, but he does. "There must be another way."

Satine scoffed and moved away from him in anger. "Just let it be, Oberyn. Gods be good! I am going to be married on the morrow to Ser Loras! There is no other way...Tyrion will be saved."

Oberyn held her arms in his hands, gripping her too tightly. He was afraid that if he were to let go then she would fly away. "No."

"No?" She related incredulously. "You're telling me 'no'?!"

"Yes, I am. I will not let you to be married off to a man who could love you-truly love you."

Satine stared at him with furrowed brows. "You think that you have a say in my future, Prince Oberyn? You don't. I decide what is the best course of action in a problem that occurs in my life. This is the only option. My brother will be saved. Alive."

"Have Tyrion demand a trial by combat?" Oberyn suggested.

"Then I will forced to fight the Mountain and last time I fought a man his size, I barely made it out alive only because he shared feelings for me. I don't think I can seduce another man nor do I have the energy for it."

"You can fight him. Demand a trial. Convince Tyrion."

"No!" She shouted at him in rage and glared at him. "I will marry Ser Loras Tyrell. End of discussion, Oberyn. Do not test my patience when my brother's life is on the line because you are sure to lose this fight."

"I love you, I don't want to see you die."

"I don't want to see Tyrion die," Satine countered sternly. "He's the only one who's been there for me. I'm not losing him because of my father and sister. I can't."

Oberyn was silent for a moment before he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Give me one more night with you. I want to feel your touch again...one last time. One night, Satine."

Satine kissed him hard on the lips, his teeth clashing with hers. Her hand weaved itself into his hair as his arms wrapped around her waist. It felt good to kiss Oberyn again. She missed his touch, she missed his mouth.

She missed him.

Satine felt his tongue enter her mouth, their kiss becoming passionate and fiery. She pulled away quickly and walked away from him.

"No." Satine called over her shoulder.

She would not risk Tyrion's life with her desire to touch Oberyn. If they were to be found in bed together then her marriage would no doubt be annulled. She wondered if that was Oberyn's plan or if he truly wanted one last night with her.

Daenerys glanced at the blonde haired boy covered in a cloak around his small body. "You're a silent yet spirited boy."

"I only speak whenever something concerns me," Drazenko answered. "Nothing has concerned me yet."

Daenerys gave him a smile. "With your help, I was able to free Meereen. I saw your face when I tied the masters to the posts...do you oppose?"

"Of course I do," he said to her. "Some of those men were good people, but in your mind, if one is guilty then they all must be."

"What would you have me do then? I need to make an example of them, I can't allow slavery."

"You could've asked the people about them, some of those good men died because of another's crimes. That is a travesty as there are little good people these days."

Daenerys stared silently at Drazenko who spoke like he was years older than her, but in truth, he was just a boy. "Then why didn't they do something? They just stood there and let it happen."

Drazenko gave her a small smile. "They didn't have three dragons. They were just a handful of people compared to the thousand. How will they win?"

Daenerys sat down and drank the wine from her glass. "I want to free them...they need justice for what has been done to them."

"Killing is never the answer."

"Your family didn't become the royals of Lys by not killing others. Your family fought tooth and nail to get that title. Why do you want to help take back my home?"

"It is your home," he said with a shrug. "I have a home where my family is, the people love me, I have warmth and love...you don't have that. You had a family, they weren't the best, but they were yours. The Iron Throne rightfully belongs to you and no one else. It was Aegon the Conqueror who forged it with the swords of those who fell to him. Your family sat there for three hundred years, you are better than the ones sitting on it right now. I fight for what is right and for the good, not the evil."

"Your father must be proud of the man you are going to be someday."

"He's not. He thinks that I am too...opinionated."

Daenerys smiled at him as she chuckled. "I can't imagine where he got that idea from. Why are you so outspoken? Was it your mother? Or your brother?"

"My mother."

Satine's heart beat faster and faster in her chest as the handmaidens continued to ready her for the wedding. She couldn't believe how fast, it all went, She supposed her father wanted to have her married and put away at Highgarden as soon as possible before Tyrion's champion fought in the trial. She didn't know if Oberyn would still be his champion. Satine couldn't let him fight for him even though it is against the man who raped and murdered his sister and her children.

Satine's face twisted in pain as they tightened the corset around her waist to give her the tiniest waist for their wedding painting. The door to her chambers opened and she glared at Cersei who kept smiling smugly at her.

"What is it, sister?" Satine growled at her, knowing that her sister wanted to gloat about Satine being in misery and married off to someone Cersei would've had to marry if it were not for her.

Cersei then commanded everyone to leave the room as she brought out a box. Satine's face was one of suspicion as she opened it and brought her a collar bib necklace filled with rubies. Satine froze as she asked softly, "Is that-"

Cersei nodded. "Mother's, yes, it is. I want you to wear it."

Satine shook her head, her eyes teary. "I can't wear her things...it was her favorite necklace."

"She would want you to wear it, sister. Afterall, it is your wedding day," Cersei taunted with a grin. "You only get to be married once."

Satine looked away and hardening herself as she remembered who her sister was. "Must you be so cruel to me. I am to be married to someone I will not love...surely you know what that feels like."

Cersei's smile dropped from her face. "I loved Robert for a moment until he whispered another woman's name. I'm sure you will experience the same as I only he will whisper a man's name instead."

Satine narrowed her eyes and her composure cool then. "At least he will respect me. I'm sure Robert respected you more than the whores he brought to his bed...and in front of your subjects."

Cersei frowned, anger boiling in her eyes. "What do you plan to wear to your wedding today?"

Satine adjusted her corset as she responded, "I have no idea, Cersei, you chose my dress, remember?"

Cersei laughed. "Oh yes...I remember. I thought that perhaps red will do you best."

"I prefer black."

"Of course you do," Cersei muttered in annoyance. "You never liked to be pretty, did you? What a pity you are sometimes, sister, you can have the chance to be powerful and yet you choose not to."

Satine gave her sister an irritated look, lifting the gold material that would be deemed her wedding gown. It would leave her shoulders bare with long lace sleeves. It was simple and for that, she almost thanked her sister for it. Cersei knew what she liked. "You don't have to use your body to get what you want. I could climb higher than you sister, but I will not. Why you ask? Well, I find being a whore not very powerful. I like knowing that I can easily kill someone with my hands and that it scares them that someone as beautiful as me can be even deadlier than a man."

"Do you regret it?"

"Regret what?" Satine asked, desperately wanting her sister to leave the room. She wanted to spend her last moments of freedom alone. She started to put her gown on and lace herself up.

"Giving up your son of course."

Satine's hands froze behind her back, the laces gripped tightly into her hands. All her thoughts stopped and her heart started to beat faster. If her sister knew then that would mean her father did too and so would everyone else. Cersei was going to tell everyone about her son. Satine's eyes glanced to the knife on the table where her untouched food laid.

Her sister darted forward and grabbed the knife, eyeing her as she said, "We already have one kinslayer in the family, we don't need another one. You would really kill me for your son...guess we're not so different after all, little sister."

"Who told you?"

"Jaime did."

Betrayal laced her thoughts and heart as she scoffed, not taking her eyes off of her sister. "Why would he do that?"

"Because he wants to find him and bring him to our family."

"No," Satine shouted at her. "He will never come here! I will kill you all before you get the chance of laying your hands on him. Father will kill him."

Cersei shook her head. "Jaime and Father have made a deal. He will brought in as our ward, given titles and riches beyond his little green eyes. Have no worries, sister, while you're in Highgarden, having other children, we will take care of him."

"You will never find him," Satine warned her, her voice firm. "You can't. I killed everyone who witnessed his birth and hid him away. It will take you a very long time to find him."

Cersei brought out a letter and Satine's eyes widened as she told her, "We intercepted your letter. It would have came to you yesterday, but we found it first. Shall I read it to you? It's quite lovely."

"No, don't."

Cersei began to read aloud, "My lady, his eyes are a great green against the sdimaryp. He rides with dragons. That word is pyramids spelt backwards which means he's in Meereen."

"That could mean he's in Ghis. There is a pyramid there as well."

"Yes, but Daenerys Targaryen isn't in Ghis. She was spotted in Meereen alongside a blonde haired boy with green eyes. They say he is a Prince of Lys, the ruling heir."

Satine flinched, not in fear of her sister's hand on her, but of the anger Satine had inside of her. She wanted to hurt her sister, she wanted to see to her death. Cersei pulled her mother's necklace from the box and put it around her neck gently.

"It's better he's with us, sister. He's a Lannister."

Satine shook her head. "No, he's not. He's better than the rest of us."

Cersei started to lace her up and replied, "Perhaps...we're his family. It was not your place to take-"

"Not my place?" Satine repeated, turning to face her sister. Her eyes wide and rageful. "I am his mother. I bore him! He could never have a life within Westeros. I don't know you or father's reasons for wanting him, but I do not intend to find out nor do I care. Everything I've done was to protect him from us. Everything. I hope to see you try to abduct him from the life I created for him. I gave him up for a chance at a better life."

Cersei's hands cupped her face as she told her slowly, "We will find him and bring him back."

"Then what?"

"Jaime will claim him as his trueborn, claiming that he married the mother who carried him, but she died on her childbed. He will be the next Lord of Casterly Rock. Lord Lannister."

Satine sighed heavily. "No. If you bring him here, I will just send him back."

"I like to see you try, little sister."

Satine held her head up high as she warned, "You have no idea of the things I'm capable of. You should be afraid of me, dearest older sister. I am our father's daughter so I will do whatever it takes."

Cersei smirked at her. "You don't have it in you. Your threats, promises-call them what you will, but they don't scare me."

"Do you honestly think I survived this long by myself by making empty threats?" Satine returned her sister's smirk. "I should frighten you because you just did the one thing that makes me terrifyingly like father."

"And what is that?"

"You threatened my son."

Cersei turned and walked out of her chambers after holding Satine's eyes for a moment. Satine sat down on the armchair, her head and heart pounding together.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, knowing that it was too late to run and protect her son. Now that she knew where he was, she should've taken a ship and protect him.

"You can't run," Oberyn said as he came out of the shadows.

Satine's eyes cut to him, her dagger in her hand. "How long have you been standing?"

"Before your sister came...why didn't you tell me?"

Satine scoffed. "When should I have told you? Before you chose Ellaria or how about when Tyrion was accused of killing my nephew? When Jaime wanted me back? When the war started?! Tell me, Oberyn when could I have told you?"

"Anytime," he said firmly. "I wouldn't have cared what was happening because it involves you. I could have protected him from them. Now they have him."

"Not yet."

"You can't run because Tyrion will die if you do."

Satine shook her head. "I can save them both."

Oberyn sat beside her and grabbed her hands into his. "No, you can't. This marriage to Loras needs to happen. Pretend to be sad and make it look that they won. They won't beat down someone they're already beaten. Then we will go and save him."

Satine's eyes widened and she immediately questioned, "Oberyn-"

"I'm going to help you."

"Jaime is his father," she reminded him. "He wants him back. I should never have told him!"

Oberyn held her close to him, shushing her as she began to cry. "It's alright. Everything will be fine. We will do what we did to Ben. Then we will go away and protect them."

"If he isn't safe is Lys then neither are we. They will never stop. They will find us."

Oberyn's hands tightened around her as he spoke, "I won't let them. We will do what we must to protect them."

Satine shook her head. "Oberyn-"

"We're in this together," he interrupted her. He gave her a hard peck, resting his forehead on her own. Oberyn stood up and took her maiden's cloak wrapping around her shoulders. "Now finish yourself up and I'll be in the crowd watching the woman I love get married to a man who will never love her back."

Satine nodded and then kissed him again longingly. "I will be waiting."

Oberyn clasped it together and gave her a small smile. "I will be watching. Remember who you're doing this for. We will get your son back to safety."

Satine watched as Oberyn left her alone to her thoughts. Satine put the dagger down and let out a heavy breath. She wanted to hurt her family. She wanted to hurt them badly as she felt her world crumbling. Everything she had done for her son had been to protect him from them. She had risked the both of their lives to give him a better life than the one he would've had in Westeros.

Satine had no regrets about giving him away to another family because she already knew the life he would've had if she were to keep him. It would only make things harder for them all and Satine didn't want that.

The door opened and Satine watched in the mirror as her father walked in.

"It's time."

Satine stared at him for a moment in the mirror. "Please, father, don't bring him here. Leave him alone. He's the prince of Lys, the heir. Isn't that enough?"

Tywin walked closer to her and said cooly, "I am bringing him here for two reasons. One of them is that he's a Lannister. His place is with us, with his blood. The second one is that I have to clean up your mess, Satine. If people were to find out that you and Jaime…it would ruin our place here and everything I've worked to achieve. The Lannister name cannot be tarnished."

"It already is, father," she replied softly. "It became ruined when you let Joffrey kill Ned Stark."

Tywin narrowed his eyes at his daughter. "If I were there then I would have stopped him. Killing Ned Stark was foolish and Cersei should've had a better handle on that boy, but she didn't. It makes no difference considering the extinction of the house in the present."

"There is still Sansa Stark."

"Lannister," Tywin corrected sharply. "She married your brother."

They never consummated their marriage. She's a Stark. A wolf.

"Then I guess I should be grateful that I am to be a Tyrell."

"I can make everything more difficult for you, Satine," Tywin snapped. "I can make sure that streetrat you took in is whipped through the streets and killed, your son stashed away in a tower far away where you can't find him, Tyrion beheaded, Oberyn and his family never allowed to see you again."

Satine stood up quickly and seethed, "Do not forget, father that without us, you would not have anything or anyone. You would be alone and powerless."

"You were always my favorite, Satine and so you should know that if you don't obey me then I will do what I must for the sake of our house to make sure that you do," Tywin warned her and Satine glared at him.

"Father, you forget that I am the most like you in strategy. I will do whatever it takes to get what I want. I am not afraid of you because I believe that there are other things out there that deserve my fear more than you do for you are just a man. There are three dragons out there that burn our country to the ground and there are white walkers I hear at our doorstep. I will never be afraid of you because you are only a man and I do not fear men anymore."

Satine stepped around her father and started to walk to the Great Sept of Baelor where Loras, her soon-to-be lord husband was waiting for her.

TBC…

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