A/N: Short, but powerful... I hope.

"You are out of your mind!" Samaya, formerly of House Tyrell, was screaming at her new husband, Oberyn Martell, in their private bedroom in one of the Red Keep's high towers.

"Oh, I am not. I know who the Queen will choose as her champion and you know how badly I want to kill that man," he simply replied.

It had been 3 weeks since their nuptials, and one week since the tragic event known as the 'Purple Wedding'. As soon as her sister had married her second husband, someone had poisoned Joffrey, resulting in his gruesome death in front of the whole court.

How nobody had blamed the Tyrells or Martells so far was beyond Samaya's understanding, but it seemed that the whole realm immediately looked at Sansa and Tyrion for accusation. The girl had been able to escape the city, but the youngest Lannister sibling was holed up in the darkest dungeon of King's Landing. After his trial, if one could call it such, he had demanded judgement by combat. And her idiot of a husband had just volunteered to fight the Queen's champion, the Mountain.

"This is suicide, Oberyn! You are an extraordinary fighter, but have you seen the man? Have you heard the stories? He will rip you apart like a straw doll!" she was screaming now. The Dornish Prince walked over and tried to get her to calm down, holding her arms and stroking them softly. Samaya had never thought she would start to care so much for him, but sadly, she had. They had wanted to leave for Dorne just after Margaery's wedding, but of course that was impossible after the events that had transpired.

"He is a savage, yes, but I am fuelled by revenge. Never underestimate a man driven by the desire to avenge his family," he explained calmly.

"But Oberyn, can you not see? That is what they want! After all these years… Tywin and Cersei are dangling this opportunity in front of your face, hoping you will do as they wish. And when the Mountain wins, and you are dead, Dorne will call to arms and this realm will be in more chaos than before!" Samaya could not calm down. She was trying to look beyond his safety, at the repercussions that would follow should he loose this fight.

"Even more of a reason for me to win," he replied and looked at her intently. "You will not change my mind on this, Samaya. I know what I have to do, and we will come out of this on top. The man who killed Elia will die a slow, painful death, Tyrion will walk free, and we can return to Dorne to work on future plans. In the meantime, a weak, but kind king will rule this realm until someone stronger takes his place," he explained.

"What do you mean by this? Oberyn, you are confusing me, what plans?" she asked, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

"You will see. Do not trouble yourself with it now. When the time comes, you will know what to do," he said calmly again and pulled her close. Burying her face in his chest, he stroked down her soft hair and back, listening to her breathing even out.

"Sometimes your mind scares me," she finally said after a few moments.

"Good," he replied with a smile.

Samaya woke two days later with a sick sense of foreboding in the pit of her stomach. The dreams of her childhood had returned these last few days. Nightmares of sand, fire and blood. Even the strong arm of her husband draped around her middle could not relief her anxiousness, and she hurriedly got up. They had been training together these last few days in preparation for his fight, but it seemed to her that he had been more focused on teaching her than working on his own fighting. There was so much she had to learn still. Before, she was schooled in aggressive combat with a sword. It was slow and heavy, but now, she had been introduced to a whole new style of fighting. The spear would never be her favourite weapon, but under Oberyn's guidance, her footwork and movements had become swifter and more flexible. She had begun to enjoy these hours in the training yard immensely, even though it was for a purpose that made her feel sick to her stomach.

"If anything happens to me, promise me that you will keep calm," he had said to her yesterday upon their return to the keep.

"If anything should happen to you, I cannot promise a thing," she replied sternly while walking at a quick pace. The thought of losing him was unbearable. He stopped her in her tracks, pulling her to the side of the busy footpath leading up to the Red Keep. Holding her face tight with both his hands, he gave her a deep, hard kiss.

"I love you for that, Samaya, but you cannot let your rage get the best of you. This is a difficult situation, and you have to keep your wits about you if you want to survive in this world," he whispered after releasing her mouth. Sam could only nod as tears started to gather in her eyes. She was so afraid. Finally, after all these years during which she did not quite know where she belonged, she felt like she had found a home with him. And wherever they would go together, she would feel safe. Even Dorne did not sound so undesirable anymore.

The salty air from the sea next to the fighting pit rose up its cliffs as they filed into the small arena. Samaya kept her head held high and her gaze straight. She knew her sister was sat by the new King, Tommen, and as he represented the House her husband would be fighting against, she did not dare look her way. Margaery had found her in the garden yesterday, and they had a short conversation. Their grandmother, long gone by now, had been very insistent on what the goal was for the younger girl now, whereas there was nothing to say for Samaya's situation. Of course, that had been before Oberyn so stupidly had proclaimed himself Tyrion's champion, so who knew when she would see the old woman next.

The small man was waiting for them under a canopy, his hands in shackles, but his eyes sharp and alert. He and Oberyn had a small chat, but Samaya did not listen. She felt like she was trapped in a fever dream, things seemed blurry and too absurd for real life. A hand touched her lower back and Oberyn's face came into view. His eyes were full of concern, but she knew it was for her, not for himself. Slowly, he leant in and kissed her deeply.

"Keep your wits about you," he whispered one more time before turning away. Samaya watched him go, unable to move or to utter a single word. She felt a presence next to her and a moment later, her brother Loras took her hand. The mask that was her face finally broke and she gave him a thankful smile. He had been absent in her time her in this town, but it meant the world to her that he stood by her side now.

The fight started off in a manner that seemed to favour her husband. Even though Samaya was used to seeing him fight, she had barely glimpsed his full potential, and he displayed that now. Oberyn kept twirling and moving around his opponent, who had the strength, but not the speed. When the spear found its mark the first time, the crowd gasped with excitement. The second time around, there were loud cheers. Samaya was silent as a lake on a moonless night.

He had talked himself into a frenzy now, she could tell. The desire for revenge had overcome his rational thought, and he seemed crazed as he shouted 'You raped her! You murdered her! You killed her children!' over and over again.

He had put the Mountain onto his back now, and it looked like he would actually win this fight. Samaya squeezed her brother's hand as hard as she could when suddenly, the wounded man kicked the feet out from his opponent, grabbed him by the throat and punched out his teeth. He threw him on the ground and climbed atop her husband.

"Elia Martell. I killed her children. Then I raped her. Then I smashed her head in like this!" he grunted as he forced the life out of one of the greatest warriors the Seven Kingdoms had ever seen. As the crowd screamed and Tywin Lannister stood to declare his own son sentenced to death, Samaya let go of Loras' hand.

In one split second, a whole life she had thought possible just disappeared into thin air. She felt like she was in a fever dream again, but this time everything was tainted by anger. Without thinking, she gathered up her skirts and jumped down from the small platform she had been standing on. Gregor Clegane was flat on his back next to her dead husband, but she could see his chest moving. The monster was still alive.

What Samaya did next was the one action that would define the rest of her life. She lunged toward the fighting pit with a blood curling scream, picked up the spear that was on the ground next to Oberyn, and thrust it into the Mountain's throat with such vehemence, people later swore they saw sparks emerging as it hit the stone beneath his neck.

She watched with a sick sense of satisfaction as the man choked on his own blood, not caring that it had splattered all over her face and body, or that people were screaming even more around her now. With a sigh, she released the weapon and got up from her crouching stance. Guards were running towards her, but she just wiped the blood from her face and looked Tywin Lannister straight into the eyes. He seemed absolutely unfazed.

"You will pay for this," she said quietly and stepped towards the edge of the pit, where the cliffs rose up from the sea below. As the guards closed in, she turned around and jumped into nothingness.

And that was the last the people of King's Landing would ever see of Samaya Tyrell.

A/N: tadaaaa... many of you have asked over and over if I would let him live or die... here's your answer. I did not feel the need to write in detail about the fight, because I'm sure most of you have seen it more than once.

I'd also love to hear your feedback, lovelies! Will she survive? Where will she go? What will it mean for her family? Throw it all my way ;) xx