Chapter 1

Camilla sighed it was her uncle, King Robert's feast, for, well she couldn't remember what for, his name day maybe. Anyway, she had travelled with her father and her 4 year old cousin Shireen (whom she adored dearly) to King's Landing a day before.

Camilla was in a horrid mood because the queen had forbade Shireen to attend the feast, stating that she didn't want her guests to be upset by the sight of her. Camilla was livid, Shireen's grey scale was cured and there was no chance of anything happening.

Camilla tried to calm herself and thought of her mother's words before she passed last year and felt somewhat calmer. She and Shireen had always been close to Syanna Stark, and we're devastated when the fever had taken her. Syanna's last words were calling out to her twin sister Lyanna, who had died a long time ago. A year later she still fiercely missed her presence but decided not to bring herself down with sad thoughts. Camilla catched her reflection in one of the opulent mirrors, on many occasion people had commented how she had looked like her aunt and not her mother. But Camilla paid no heed to the comments, she had her mother's nature and that's all that mattered. Her mother had also hated visiting Kings Landing and her uncle, King Robert. Camilla thought the feeling was probably mutual; he must have wished Rhaegar had taken Syanna and not her aunt. She wasn't sure how her uncle felt about her though, he had always been dismissive, once however 5 years ago (when Camilla was 16 years old), whilst was crazily drunk, he called her Lyanna. After that her father had never brought her to King's Landing, that's why she was unsure why he had insisted on bringing her now. She looked at her uncle at the top table, gods she thought he was a complete mess. She looked towards the Queen, even she looked utterly miserable. Her gaze then went on to her cousins, Joeffery the horrid little 12 year old. Although she hadn't seen him since he was 7 years old, she could see he was still the awful little brat. She didn't know Tommen and Myrcella well enough to form an opinion, but guessed they couldn't have been as bad as the older sibling.

Camilla didn't hold much affection for her paternal cousins, well except for Shireen. But she deemed her not as a cousin but as a little sister, so she didn't count. Camilla did however adore her maternal cousins, the Starks. She wished they could have prolonged their visit to the North, but her father had insisted they only spend the month. Camilla and Shireen had been so happy and carefree there, they even had tried to find a lord she could marry and permanently live there. Even her younger cousins by 3 years, Robb and Jon had tried to find her someone. But all they came up with was Theon Greyjoy, and Camilla had no intention of marrying that little worm. Camilla recalled the day Robb had suggested Theon. She was in the yard watching Arya spar with Jon. Robb had come to her elated like he had made the most ground breaking discovery. Upon making his disclosure he waited eagerly for a reply, she had tried to remain composed but one look at her cousins and they were all rolling in fits of laughter. Even Jon had managed a quiet chuckle.

Camilla internally sighed she missed them so much and her uncle Ned. Who was always the quiet and wise man. Her cousins Sansa and Arya personalities called to her own nature. She found herself at times to be the good natured lady like Sansa but also the fighting rebel like little Arya. It just depended which side took over her emotions.

"Such a noble young lady shouldn't be alone in a corner" the voice had made Camilla snap out of her reverie.

Ahh Lord Baelish she thought and reluctantly turned. "My Lord, I just needed some time with my thoughts" she explained. Lord Baelish was one of those people she just could not understand. At times when he visited her home he would be kind and bring gifts for her and more importantly for Shireen. But there were also times when she catched him whispering things to her father in the study. That and the twinkle in his eye that always suggested he knew more than he let on, made her really cautious around him.

"Please do not take offence, but this powder blue dress really brings out the beautiful women you have become".

Camilla smiled, one thing she was sure of that this was not in a suggestive way, besides he preferred his redheads. "Thank you Lord Baelish, but I'm afraid I don't quite believe you, the ladies here all resemble the Queen, I stick out like a sore thumb" Camilla admitted.

"Nonsense you quintessentially are the Northern Rose, the most beautiful and I must say charming lady." he said with a smirk.

Camilla not to be taken by praise responded with an equal smirk "Lord Baelish you embarrass me, too bad beauty can get you only so far here, it's the strategies for alliances and secrets that are important here".

Camilla noticed that his smirk falter for mere seconds before Lord Baelish quickly recovered "And I must add intelligent to your attributes. Tell me how are your paintings coming along, I have seen the one you did of his Grace and the Queen. I must admit one doesn't know if they are looking at the painting or actually the individual, they are truly life like."

This was the only praise she cared for, she had genuine love for her paintings and only painted those she truly loved or admired. She was often given such praise, and allowed this to be her only attribute to be vain for. Unfortunately Cersei had heard of this talent and sent a raven asking her to make a 6x6 foot painting of her and the King. Camilla hadn't seen them in 6 years so had to work on sheer memory. Thankfully she had a photographic memory so it wasn't too difficult. What was difficult was thinking about how much fatter had the King become. She was worried as she did not want to offend, but also wanted it to look realistic. Instead she painted furs covering his front to camouflage his belly. The Queen was easier; she was still the ice cold beauty as she had always been. When she had presented her with the painting, there was a certain smugness displayed on her face.

She had hugged Camilla, whispering "You have managed to capture happiness in my face, something that I can't even do in reality". Camilla hadn't known how to respond, her uncle had just grunted and mumbled something about how he looked like an inflated Boar.

Lord Baelish was watching her intently, Camilla thought it best to thank him and quickly excuse herself. She examined the grand hall, thinking clearly no expenses had been spared, what with the large golden new drapes, the numerous meats, the wines, fruit and the wenches, whom her uncle was currently mauling at. Gods, she thought it best to find her father and excuse herself, she was not feeling to great either. Suddenly at her side was Varys, The Spider, the man with all the secrets.

"My Lord, apologies I had not seen you there" she squeaked.

Varys seemed unfazed, his face not displaying any emotion "Not all my Lady, but one as sought after as yourself should be careful" he said in that mysterious voice of his.

Camilla was in no mood for another strange encounter, said "I certainly will do, and now I apologise for my haste but I must find my father" she replied.

"Please you needn't apologise, and I believe I saw your father step out with the Prince of Dorne, urgent matters to discuss".

Camilla knew he was alluding to something, just was not feeling too well to think of what.

"Oh, I wanted to speak to him about retiring to my room" sighed Camilla.

Varys with that half smirk stated "Well he is in the 3rd floor room, third on your right." Camilla looked a little puzzled by the specificness of his statement and clearly Varys picked up on this. "It's the room I believe the King uses for urgent matters" he offered. Camilla for the second time this evening hastily excused herself from another mysterious and puzzling individual. God Kings Landing was a strange place.

There were not much guards present at this section, so she easily made her way to the 3rd floor and to the third room on the right, as Varys instructed. As Camilla turned the handle for the left door, she heard soft moans and a grunt. Her gut feeling told her that this was not the correct room, but before her mind had registered this, it was too late and she had already had opened the door.

She was instantly put in a state of shock by what she saw. In front her was the most glorious naked man with dark golden skin and the deepest brown eyes she had ever seen. For the briefest of moments he looked shocked, before a smirk spread across his face.

"Well don't just stand there come join us" he said in a voice that made that area between her legs tingle. She could see he was aroused as his manhood stood tall and proud. Camilla thought that must be 8 inches long and so thick, nothing compared to the ones she had seen before. Not that she had seen much, only the small glimpses she would get when she sneakily watched the soldiers spar and by accident their pants would tear or on some occasions be pulled down mischievously.

The exotic man in front of her looked at her amusingly; suddenly she sourced the reason for the moans. A blonde, willowy woman lay in front of him, a sheen of sweat on her body and her legs wide open. Camilla could have sworn she was the young wife of a some old Lord.

The exotic man looked at her and said "Well come on don't make me come there and put you over my shoulder". Camilla felt her face flushing, she was about to flee when a guard came running behind her.

"Lady Camilla you are not meant to be here, your father is calling for you". The guard seemed unfazed by the exotic man and his sweaty female companion.

The exotic man looked at her curiously and questioned "Lady Camilla Baratheon?"

Camilla squeaked "Yes" and turned, swiftly closing the door. She almost ran with the guard as he guided her to the correct room. It was on the same floor but the third room on the left, could it be that she misheard Varys. She did not have much time to dwell on the matter, as she walked in she saw her father, surprisingly her uncle and even more surprisingly a man that looked much too familiar to the one she had just seen. The stark difference being, that this man's eyes had a certain kindness whereas the other had eyes like a devilish snake.

"Camilla my dear, I would like you to meet someone, the Prince of Dorne, Doran" Adam Baratheon declared ushering his daughter in to the room.

"Camilla you are as lovely as everyone says, it's a pleasure to meet you" the Prince stated in the same accent as her exotic friend.

"Prince Doran, thank you, it is an honour to meet you too, I hope Dorne is as lovely as I have read about," Camilla noted how the Prince smile widened after hearing this.

"Well I pray that providing you agree, you get to visit very soon."

Camilla was confused by this "Pardon me, agree to what."

She noticed her father fidget and nervously state "The King and I have decided to accept the Prince's marriage proposal for you."

Camilla was confused "Father, the Prince is already married though."

At that she saw both her uncle and the Prince laugh wholeheartedly. "My dear whilst I must admit you truly are a beauty and unsurprisingly endearing, the proposal is for my brother and you" the Prince declared, his kind eyes twinkling.

"Now Camilla I know you have had numerous proposals that you have rejected. But this one, as the King, I accept on your behalf." Camilla looked at her uncle and at that point felt genuine hate for him, this oaf of a man, that barely even acknowledged her had decided whom she should marry.

She looked at her father whose eyes were downcast; all her intuitions told her to fight, to refuse. To scream at her father saying that he should be fighting for her. But looking at her father she knew he had no choice, he had a duty to his King. Camilla walked toward her father placed her hands on his arm and clearing her throat she said "If my uncle and father agree, then I trust them entirely, you will have no objections from me."

The Prince looked at Camilla with almost pride, "My dear you truly are remarkable, to accept without even meeting you future husband".

"Well she has technically met me." Camilla looked to the doorway and saw her exotic man, and surprised by her disappointment, fully robed. They all looked at her quizzically.

"I mean we met for the briefest of seconds earlier, but we didn't know each others identity" Oberyn clarified. Camilla locked eyes with him, gods he was so different to any man she had come across before.

"Well nice to meet you...?" Camilla just realised she didn't even know her husband's name.

"Prince Oberyn, but I would prefer you call me husband" he said with that devilish smirk. Camilla flushed and just stared at him, refusing to look away.

"Uhummm" The sound of Prince Doran clearing his throat caused both of them to look away at the same time. "Oberyn you are not married yet, so Camilla does not have to call you by that. But as my soon to be sister, you will refer to me as only Doran". Camilla gave him a shy smile and nodded.

"Right I think we should go down and celebrate such a fine engagement" the King said drunkenly.

it was that queasy feeling again, Camilla could not face such a public announcement and the thought of it made her dizzy, she felt her head spinning and saw black dots in her vision. She felt her body collapsing and prepared for the impact of hitting the floor.

But she never felt the floor, instead two strong arms enveloped her and lifted her up as if she weighed nothing. Camilla tried to protest but she felt her self slipping "Don't worry my little kitten, I have you" Oberyn delicately whispered in her ear. The last thing she heard was Doran reprimanding Oberyn.