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Adrenaline flowed through Alyssa's veins. She cannot believe what just happened.

She was back in her chambers for some time now, and she could not sit still. She was walking around nervously, thinking about the events of that day. She worried for Tyrion: she knew the King's Guard took him captive because Cersei told them to. She even worried for Sansa: that girl had gone through a hell over here. What would happen to her now? Alyssa hadn't seen her since Joffrey was dying. Did they took her as a captive as well? Or was she right on time to escape? She hoped the last one: Alyssa did not speak often to the girl but she was gentle. There was no way that she could have been behind all this. Neither was Tyrion: she was positive about that.

Alyssa sighed and she poured herself another cup of wine. She did not feel drunk, she should haven concerning the amount of wine she already had drunk that day. But she was snapped back to reality: her vile nephew was dead and her dear brother was being held captive in Gods knew where. Obviously Joffrey was poisoned: Alyssa knew the signs and Joffrey's were similar. But even if Tyrion wanted to murder the boy, there was no way he would do that with poison on such a big public event. He was too damn smart for that. Alyssa was positive her father knew that as well.

There was no way she would leave for the Dreadfort tomorrow. She wanted to stay in this rotting place, to be here to support her brother. And she would make sure she would stay here.

She heard hard footsteps in the corridor. They stopped at her door and she could hear someone entering. She did not need to turn around: she knew it was her father.

"Where is he?" She asked.

"They took the body away. Grand Maester Pycelle is inspecting the body as we speak."

Alyssa turned around to face her father. "You know I'm not speaking about Joffrey. You know I don't care for him."

"You should. He was your King."

Alyssa laughed: "Yes. He was a King. So were Robb Stark, Balon Greyjoy, Renly and Stannis Baratheon and Mance Rayder beyond the Wall. Four out of six are dead now. Two of them would make greater Kings than Joffrey ever was. Yes, Joffrey was my King. But only by name, not by nature. I feel sorry for Tommen to join such a faith, looking at all those other Kings."

"Joffrey was your family."

"Tyrion is your son. Your heir."

Lord Tywin sighed: "I am doing my duty as the Hand of the King. One moment before Joffrey was being poisoned, Tyrion handed him a cup of wine. A cup you gave him."

"Are you suggesting I have something to do with this?"

"No. But some had. I and Jaime convinced them otherwise. It took some time. Clearly Joffrey was poisoned. Everyone knows poison is a woman's weapon. I told you not to interfere the scheme and yet you did. You disobeyed me. And look what comes to disobeying your father."

"I could not just sit there and let him treat Tyrion like that. Unlike you, I love Tyrion with all my heart."

"And I love you with all my heart. That's why you are not being held captive now."

"But Tyrion is. So answer me father: where is he?"

"In one of the cells."

"I want to see him."

"I know you want but you cannot. He is a prisoner and only when I tell you to, you can see him. I don't want my daughter near cells where the biggest scum of the Realm is being held."

"And yet you send me to the Bastard of the North. You don't sound very convincing."

She knew she crossed a line: her father's stare was much more intimidating now than it ever was. His jaws were stiff and one eyebrow was up. He looked like he wanted to raise a hand to her face.

"Don't make me Alyssa."

"Make you do what? Slap me in the face? What I am feeling right now feels like a thousand slaps in the face. You don't actually believe Tyrion did all this do you?"

"He could have. He hated the boy."

"As did tons of others, including me. You know Tyrion is smart enough to not kill him at such a public event."

"I know he is smart. Yet we were not able to find his lady wife Sansa. It seems that she managed to escape. All these things aren't in Tyrion's benefit."

"Okay. If Tyrion managed to poison Joffrey and set up a plan for Sansa to escape, don't you think he would try to escape with her? He knows what you and Cersei are capable of. He knows you hold no love for him. Why would he just stand there, inspecting Joffrey's cup and look with a shocked expression on his face? Why wouldn't he just run off with Sansa?"

Her father thought about that for a while. For the first time in her life, Alyssa thought that her father could not give her an answer. "I don't know. But we have to find out." He sighed. He looked older than ever. Not like the strong lion Alyssa once looked up too.

"What is your plan?"

"There will be a trial. I will ask Lord Tyrell and Prince Oberyn to be the judges."

Alyssa was surprised: she knew Mace Tyrell was an obvious choice since he was the father of Joffrey's widow, but she did not expect Prince Oberyn to be the choice of her father.

"Prince Oberyn? I am surprised."

"He studied poison in the Capital. And like I said before: we need to keep our enemies satisfied. I will also ask him to take a place in the Small Council. He will be acting as an advisor in place of his brother."

"And what if Tyrion is proved innocent?"

"Then he will be send to the Rock. We will find lady Sansa and send her to the Rock as well. They will consume their marriage and they will be acting lord and lady of the Rock."

Alyssa knew he only said that to make her satisfied. Knowing her father and sister, there was no way Tyrion would be proved innocent. But she did not say it. She would satisfy her father as well.

"I am sure you will make the trial an honest one, father." She smiled over to him.

"Thank you. Now, concerning to your marriage, I believe you know this is not the right time for you to be leaving for the Dreadfort."

Although Alyssa knew that, she still felt a relief coming over her.

"You will be staying here, for Tommen. I am sure he needs all the support he can have from an intelligent woman like you. After he is crowned and Tyrion's trial is over, you'll be going North. Your betrothed is marching for Moat Caillin now, where he will be named as the trueborn son of Roose Bolton once he succeeded."

"And if he does not succeed?"

Her father smiled: "Alyssa, you will marry him. Get used to the idea. It will help you trouble less. And now, you need your sleep and I have other business to attend to. Good night, little cub."

He walked over to her and gave her a kiss on her cheek, holding her head in his hands. He smiled at her and gave her a little nod, before walking to the door and leaving her alone.

Alyssa sighed: her own execution of marrying to Ramsay had been postponed. She did not know if she should feel happy about it: she would need to marry him anyway, like her father said. Only now she faced even more problems: her big brother was being held, rotting away in some cell and there was nothing that Alyssa could do about it.

She finished her wine and thought about what her father had told her, to get used to the idea of marry Ramsay Bolton. She did not know if she was capable of doing so.
Alyssa walked over towards her mirror and unclosed the two golden lions on her shoulders. She could hear the dress falling onto the floor and she stepped out of it. She just stood there, looking at her bare body.

For the first time in her life she felt insecure. What if she wasn't able to please Ramsay with her body? What if he wouldn't like her? Would he hurt her? Or would he just try to get rid of her like he did to all those other women? Would she be running for her life in the woods, scared as hell because she could hear the barks of his dogs and him calling out for her?

She chuckled. Of course he wouldn't. She was the cub of Tywin Lannister, the most powerful man in Westeros. Everyone knew Joffrey was not the one who ruled the Seven Kingdoms, it was her father. Roose Bolton obeyed her father, Ramsay obeyed Roose Bolton to gain his respect. They had the North because of her father and if Ramsay would hurt her, they could take it away from them with one little snap of their fingers. And, she thought when she looked at her own body, who could resist her?

She took both hands to her full, round breasts and she began to squeeze her light brown nipples, so they would harden under her touch. She loved her body even more when her nipples were hard, it was like the final touch on an already beautiful painting. She thought of Ramsay and how he would look at her when he saw her like this. She had never seen him but of course he would have heard the rumors about her beauty. Would he look at her with admiration and love like Jon did? Or would he just harden with one look and push her on the bed and fuck her roughly? Believing the rumors about him, Alyssa thought that it would probably be the last option and she asked herself if she would mind. She wasn't sure: she loved the moment she shared with Jon, and she cherished it so much she did not know if she wanted to share those same moments with Ramsay. Maybe it was better if it was different so she could keep the memory to herself and think about it right after Ramsay took her, to know that somewhere there was a man who was able to give her such an amazing feeling that no one else was capable of. And maybe she would even like it a little rougher. Maybe Jon was a little bit too gentle for her likings.

Alyssa felt she was getting wet, thinking about how two men would take her differently. She thought of Jon and how it would be if he had been a little rougher and that thought made her go mad. She gently stroke her hard nipples with the tip of her fingers and she felt a shiver going through her entire body. Gods, she missed him. She did not know if he was still alive but just thinking of him made her want him. She walked over to her bed seductively, pretending that he was in her chambers, and lay down on the soft linen of her bed. She began to massage her breasts with one hand while the other stroked her womanhood. She thought of the way he used to lick her nipples, even biting in one once in a while, and it drove her even more insane. She saw his face in her mind, the look in his eyes full with lust and admiration and she let her fingers slip through her womanhood, enjoying her own wetness. She remembered how hard and big his member was and how she took it in her mouth, licking and sucking at it. She remembered how his pre-ejaculation tasted, sweet and warm, and the enjoyable moans he made when she gave him everything she wanted. She let two fingers slip into her wet private, like he did and moaned for him. She thought of his muscled torso and how he licked his way down to her body, to lick and suck at her wet private and how it felt when he slid his own fingers into her. She had goosebumps all over her body as she had closed her eyes, thinking and reliving the moment. She was soaked and remembered how it had felt when he first entered her. The slight pain that she felt and the comfort that he gave her. How his thrusts became more hard and how the pain faded to fill her with pleasure. How they looked into each other's eyes and how he kissed her passionately.

Alyssa thought of how it would be if he would take her roughly from behind: how his pelvis would touch her round bottom and how they would scream each other's names. How he would held her head back by holding her hair in his hand while the other slapped her bottom, leaving a red mark of his hands. He would push himself out her and pull her aside, so he could lay on his back and pushing herself on top of him, drops of sweat streaming from his thick black curls to the sides of his face. He would move along with her, so she could feel him deep inside of her and she could see him looking at how her breasts went up and down by their movements. She knew he loved her breasts and how they bounced, she saw it in his eyes. Before he could reach his climax he would make her stop, pushing her up so her private was facing his face and he would lick and suck her private roughly, so she would reach her climax first. He held her bottom tightly in his hands while she screamed and moaned for him. When he could hear her peek coming, he would shove herself right back on top of him, entering her one last time and harder than he did the time before. He sat up slightly so he could bite and suck at her nipples so he could suppress his moans as Alyssa felt her climax coming. While Alyssa would scream for him, with her breasts bouncing harder than ever, he would have reached his climax as well and Alyssa remembered how the warm seed was filling her private and how his member shocked inside of her.

At the memory of his climax, Alyssa felt her own climax coming as well as she bit in her arm, not wanting to hear half of Kings Landing her screaming for Jon Snow. She felt that her sensitive spot was too sensitive now to touch and she shivered for a few moments, her hand still at her womanhood. After the moment had passed, she smiled to herself saying: "Some things just never change."

The events of that day and her climax made her feel so exhausted that she rolled to her side and fell asleep immediately.

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She woke up with a plan she dreamed about: she thought there was nothing she could do to help Tyrion but she was wrong. There actually was something she could do.

After she had breakfast she thought of where she needed to go to find the man she needed to speak to. She first thought of the gardens, but at this time of day he would rather be in his bed than already be active. She did not know where he slept, so she decided to walk to the Tower of the Hand to visit her father, and to hear him out if there already was news concerning her brother.

It was another beautiful day and people were breaking down the decorations of the wedding. The place felt grim to Alyssa, like everyone was mourning about Joffrey's dead. She knew they only did it out of courtesies: Joffrey was not a popular king and she could not blame them.

While she made her way up to the Tower, people told her their condolences, after all she was the aunt to the King. She nodded with a smile and thanked them, moving up her pass.

When she reached the chamber of her father, she heard men talking. She heard the man she wanted to speak to as well, his Dornish accent would be recognizable from miles away. It meant there was a small council meeting, and she knew it would be rude to interfere, so she just stood there and waited for them to leave. She had no wish to speak to her father now she knew Oberyn was in the room.

After a while she heard men standing up and making their way to the door. Alyssa hided herself, she did not want Varys to know she spoke to Oberyn, and waited until someone opened the door. She saw Mace Tyrell and Grand Maester Pycelle speaking to each other, Varys and some other men closely behind them. At last, she saw Oberyn leaving the room. He was quite fast so Alyssa needed to act quick and touched his arm gently, making him stop and turn around, smiling when he saw her face glooming up out of the darkness. He wanted to speak but Alyssa put her fingers to her mouth, shushing and pointing at Varys's back. He understood her and they waited until everyone left, before leaving as well. When she was in full light she saw Oberyn looking down her body, licking his lips as he did so. Alyssa, knowing that he was thinking of her naked beneath him and thinking that was the reason why she looked for him, smiled to him.

"What are you thinking about, prince Oberyn?"

"Of all the things I want to do to you."

"You are well aware of my recent loss, I suppose? Why would you take advantage of a woman like that?" She said playfully.

"I am sorry for your loss, my lady, although I know that you did not love the boy. I saw it in the way you looked at him, it was with disgust."

"So you look to other parts of my body and not just my breasts and bottom? I am impressed."

"Your face is the proof that you are real, and not just a naughty dream, my lady. What is it that you want to speak to me for?"

"I believe we must speak in a more private setting for that matter. Could you please escort me back to your chambers?"

"My chambers? You impress me as well, my lady." He gave her a smirk while he held out his arm. She took it and they walked down the stairs.

When they were outside a small breeze welcomed them. She could smell the scent of Oberyn: spicy, but also a bit sweet, like Dornish wine. And she loved Dornish wine.

"You look like you've just walked out of one of my dreams, my lady."

"I bet it was a rather naughty one."

"Oh, every dream of me with you in it is a naughty one. Did you know I like to chase my dreams?"

"I bet you do. But this is going to be a hard one."

"I like a bit of a challenge."

She smirked at him as they walked silently towards his chambers. It was, of course, in one of the biggest brothels of the city.

"Does the setting make you feel uncomfortable my lady?"

"Why no, it only makes me feel better about myself. Tell me, Prince Oberyn, why do you spent so much money on whoreing?"

"Because the one that I actually want refuses me. I have to fuck all my sorrows away."

She laughed: "Oh I feel so sorry for you. So, this is your own private room? Please make sure there is no naked woman in there. I don't want her to become insecure when she sees me."

"Well, just wait here for one moment please." He smiled at her and made his way into his room. A few moments later, two women hiding their bare bodies with some blankets made their way out. One of them was Oberyn's paramour, Alyssa did not care to remember her name. When she saw Alyssa, she smiled to her. "Good morning my lady, you look magnificent. Enjoy your time with my lover."

Laughing to herself, like she was going to let Oberyn fuck her in a couple of minutes, she forced herself to say "Thank you my lady." Before entering herself.

The room was red, like in every brothel, and the fabrics were exotic. There was a sweet scent which came from incense sticks and she saw Oberyn standing over at a table, pouring a cup of wine for both of them.

"I hope I did not interrupt your activities, prince."

"You, my lady, are always welcome to interrupt."

"Thank you. I see you worked your way up here in the city?"

"I have. I was quite surprised that your lord father wanted all of that from me. What do you think is behind it?" He handed her a cup as he sat down on his bed. He looked at her to follow his gesture but she just stood there.

"Knowing my father it would probably be a politic move. He knows how much you love our family."

He laughed. "I love your sarcasm, my sweet lady. Would you like to sit down?" It was quite obvious already that he wanted to have her on the bed but Alyssa wanted to hold the power. Standing above him made her do so.

"No thank you. I am fine. But like I said, I wanted to speak to you about something."

He rested his arms behind him on the bed, so he was slightly down. She could see his brown torso and it looked quite well.

"You did. Now speak my love."

"My brother is being held in the cells. My father thinks it was him that killed Joffrey."

"I know, it makes him look even more stupid."

Alyssa smirked. "It is quite stupid to believe that my brother did it, yes, but I say he does this on purpose."

"Your father is a cruel man. How can a cruel man be rewarded by having a beautiful daughter like you?"

"Maybe so I can hurt him for all the cruel things he has done. You know he is quite fond of me." Alyssa tried to sound as mysterious as she possibly could. It worked: Oberyn looked confused.

"What are you suggesting?"

She smirked. It was time to seduce the prince. "I am saying that I am very glad that you will be one of the judges during my brother's trial." She now sounded seductively, which made him look even more confused. It gave her a great feeling that she could make the Red Viper confused.

"I like it when you talk to me like that. I like a game." He looked at her breasts again and she saw a hunger in his eyes. She put her cup down on the table and walked over to him, running her hand through her hair, so that her breasts were more up. When she was at the edge of his bed she pulled her hands down on the sheets and looked him in the eyes, but he only had eyes for her breasts where he had a perfect view on now that she was bending over.

"I know you do. I want you to help me to set my brother free. Not to help him to escape, but just by playing your roll as judge and make sure that my brother will be acquitted from all his so called crimes. Can you do that for me, my prince?" Her voice was husky now, she knew how it affected him.

"I don't know, I think I need a reward for that. Your father can be very dangerous."

"So can I. But you will be rewarded."

"And how will you reward me?"

She smirked at him and leaned over to his face. She gave him a kiss on his mouth, waiting for him to answer the kiss. She didn't have to wait for long, because almost instantly he answered the kiss and Alyssa could feel his tongue on her lips, wanting her to open her mouth for him. She let him and her tongue found his. He kissed passionately, like they were lovers for years and this would be the last chance for him to kiss her before he would go to a battlefield. He rolled her down on her back and Alyssa could feel his hard member against her leg. She liked the way he adored him. It was just lust, but it was very passionate. She let him touch her body and he stroke her breasts gently. She could feel he already wanted more so she broke their kiss by holding her head back and planting one of her fingers on his mouth.

"This was just a preview, my prince." She said while she stood up.

Oberyn smiled to himself before looking at her. "How do I know this is just a preview?"

Alyssa looked like she was surprised. "Because, like I said to you before, a Lannister always pays her debts." She gave one small kiss on his check before walking to his door. While she opened it, she turned around to face him and gave him one small wink. By the look on his face she knew she won Prince Oberyn over.

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A/N: Yum yum yum! I looooooove Oberyn. And I know that you guys do as well so I gave you a little preview of what might happen between those two. But, as I showed in the beginning of this chapter, she still loves Jon as well so no worries.

Hint for next chapter: the coronation of Tommen and Margaery is back!

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