Chapter 4

Camilla POV

"Millie why are we leaving the garden, we don't have lessons to go to," moaned Shireen as they walked in to the room.

Camilla felt a sense of calmness once they had the sanctuary of their own quarters. "Because my darling, I need to talk to you," she explained, sitting on her knees to match her eye level with Shireen.

"It's okay I know, once you get married you're going to leave me, but don't worry I'll be okay" said the little girl.

Camilla felt a lump in her throat, but felt sense of pride for her little sister. "Gods my little dove is so smart, I think even smarter than Maester Pycelle." Camille gathered Shireen in her lap, kissing her on her forehead.

"Well obviously I am," Shireen said giggling quietly. "But now I need to talk to you Millie."
"Okay, dearest, about what?" asked Camilla curiously.

"You know I like Oberyn, he's my friend you know. But do you like him, do you love him?" asked Shireen inquisitively.

Did she like Oberyn, well I should hope so she thought, thinking about the things she did with him earlier. "I don't know my dear, maybe love and like will come with time. But that's nothing you should be worrying about. Anyway let's do something fun, I know Lord Baelish delivered some new books today, what shall we read?" Camilla asked trying to distract Shireen, and somewhat herself.

"Umm the one about Aegon I," she shrieked excitedly.

Camilla settled with Shireen, reading the book out aloud to her. But no matter how hard Camilla tried to get in to the book, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was taking a huge risk, or worse, making a big mistake. Oberyn bought a side out in her, that she had no idea existed, and they had only known each other for less than a day.

Camilla sent a silent plea to all the old and new God's, praying that she was doing the right thing.

Oberyn POV

Oberyn watched as Camilla hastily departed from the gardens.

He could feel himself becoming aroused again, gods Oberyn you're acting like a 15 year old he thought to himself. He just couldn't help it something about this woman was just so alluring. He had known about the proposal for a while, hell he had planted the thought in to his brother's mind. Camilla had a well known reputation as a good girl, she practically had raised her adorable little cousin when her cruel parents shunned her. There had also been several proposals, which she had rejected, something that he found quite surprising. But that little fact had been integral to his plan. Rather than go directly to Adam Baratheon with the proposal, a man that Oberyn held in high regard, he convinced Doran to meet with the King. Convincing the King wasn't difficult especially when Doran sweetened the deal with a significant amount of gold.
Ahh Oberyn's plan was coming along quite well. He just hadn't banked on how alluring he'd find this little beauty.

"Thinking about your future wife, Prince Oberyn."

Oberyn turned to see that Lord Baelish had joined him and Tyrion in the gardens. The man was smirking, Oberyn did not trust him one little bit, he could not figure out his agenda. Normally Oberyn was really good at judging others motives, the fact he couldn't with Lord Baelish, made him actually form some level of respect for him. "Lord Baelish, who could not think about the beautiful Lady Camilla and to know she'll be wife in a matter of days, elates me."

"Ah Lady Camilla, indeed you're a lucky man and might I say envied," retorted the mysterious man.

"Envied, how so. He's going to be tied down to one woman for the rest of his life," interjected Tyrion.

"Now, now, no one said anything about that. Besides I was going to visit one of Lord Baelish's houses, let out some pent up energy. Your welcome to join, heck the first one is on me," replied Oberyn .

"You will do no such thing," said the voice behind them.

Oberyn saw his brother walk towards him with a scowl on his face. Clearly they had returned earlier than expected.
"Brother, of course I wouldn't, and may I ask why are you here so early," Oberyn tried to ask sincerely.

Clearly Doran was not amused. "The king decided to put the hunting off till after your wedding. Besides we have many preparations to do, at the Kings request the wedding will be here at King's Landing and before you begin we will have the Dornish wedding ceremony when we reach home. Now Lord Baelish, Lord Tyrion if you would kindly excuse us. Me and by brother have preparations to make." Although Oberyn had presented it as a question, his tone suggested it was more of an order.

Oberyn smirked as the two left, he knew his brother like Camilla had a reputation for being kind and good natured. But like her, his brother also had secret side, one much more cunning than him.

"Oberyn I will only tell you this once, if you stick your cock anywhere other than your soon to be wife, I will cut it off for you myself. " he whispered to his brother in a menacing voice. "I swear to you, when you came to me with this plan, I didn't think it was possible. But now that we are so close, I will not let you do anything to ruin this."

There, that was the side of his brother that only Oberyn saw. The cunning and calculative Prince, heck those traits of his had made Dorne the success it was.

"Brother, I will not, but I have to make it convincing, I can't just act like I have instantly fallen in love with that obtuse girl," said Oberyn trying to placate him.

Doran looked at his brother, taking him to a vacant part of the garden. "You better not fall for her, I mean it Oberyn. Fuck her, all day and night if you want, but do not fall for her," he warned him.
Now it was Oberyn time to sound menacing. "Doran she is the niece of the man that caused our sister's death, if you think I will hold any love for her you're categorically wrong." Oberyn would never forgive the family that had caused his beloved sister's death. Besides after Ellaria's death 3 years ago he didn't have the capacity to love another woman.

"Good, for our plan to work we need the girl, in Dorne, as your wife, as soon as possible," whispered Doran.

"And we will, for now we must be quiet, one cannot trust even the trees here. Besides you have a wedding to plan and I have to find my betrothed."

Camilla POV

Night had fallen and Camilla had eagerly retired to her room, following an eventful evening.

The King and Queen had announced her's and Oberyn's impending marriage to a hord of noble men and women. Some had seemed shocked by the pairing , most where whispering on what benefits this alliance would bring to both families.

Oberyn had again been his usual inappropriate self. At the meal, she had been forced to sit with him and throughout he had his hand on her lap trying to move further up. Camilla had spent most of the meal swatting his hand away and trying to not let anyone see what he was doing.

She had hurriedly excused herself and was finally sat in her own little sanctuary away from prying eyes.

Shireen was fast asleep when she had walked in, with her book still open atop of her. Camilla had quietly placed the book on the bed side table and adjusted the bed covers.

She then walked in to her bathroom to shower and change to her night gown.

"Finally kitten I was wondering when you would come here."

Camilla almost jumped out of her skin. Before she could scream, Oberyn dashed across the bathroom to place his hand on her mouth.

"Don't scream kitten, you wouldn't want your husband to be thrown in to the dungeons," joked Oberyn as he lifted his hand off her mouth.

"Believe me after this stunt, I think I want to," retorted Camilla angrily. "What are you doing here Oberyn, Shireen is in the other room, and anyone can walk in. Hells I bet half the kingdom n...n...no about us," she said trying to push Oberyn away. Clearly he didn't care as he crashed his lips down on her's, wrapping his arms around her waist so she could not move.

Camilla knew she shouldn't react but her body wasn't listening to any of it. Involuntarily she pushed her breasts to his chest and arched her back. Her hands went up to his head, fingers running through his lustrous hair.

Oberyn must have really liked that, because he groaned in to her mouth. Both his hands travelled to her ass and he squeezed a good handfull of her cheeks causing Camilla to moan. Their tongues were in some sort of slow dance, and all Camilla was thinking about was how delicious he tasted. Before they could go any further her hands travelled to his chest, palms pushing him away.
"Oberyn" she said breathily and eyes downcast, "I can't, please Shireen is sleeping in the other room, I can't."
Oberyn chuckled lightly and lifted her chin with his finger. "Okay kitten we won't. But you can't stammer around me, it does something and I can't control myself."
"Gods Oberyn is that your excuse for everything, you need to exercise a little control in your life," said Camilla exasperatedly.

"Why, I want what I want and take it whenever I want," he said defiantly.

"Wow, what I would give to live like that." sighed Camilla.

"You can kitten, as my wife, I won't stop you from doing anything," Oberyn said looking deep in to her eyes.

"Really, you would really let me," she asked eyes lit up with sheer joy.

"Of course kitten, you're young and as your husband I will support you in anything. So long it doesn't involve leaving me ," Oberyn said earnestly.

"Oberyn that's, well that's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me." Camilla stood on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him on his cheek.
Oberyn just stood there for a few seconds, quiet with, what she swore was a pained expression.
Just then he grabbed her by the waist and kissed her on her neck, biting and lick it.

"Oberyn get off that will leave a bruise," she quietly argued, trying to push him away.
"My kitten, had I known that was what would make you kiss me, I would have said it a long time ago," he said devilishly.

Camilla couldn't believe it, for a second there she almost thought Oberyn had a kind and humane side. She grabbed him by the hair and said menacingly "Get out this instant or I will throw you in to the dungeons myself.

Oberyn chuckled "Kitten playing rough, I like it. But I'm leaving, I'll see you tomorrow ". With one last peck on her lips, Oberyn swiftly walked to the window and lept out. Camilla walked towards the window and she saw him scaling to the side. With the most graceful moves he utilised the trees to safely reach the ground. Camilla watched in awe.

Gods this man was something else.

Oberyn POV

Oberyn watched her from her bedroom window, from the hidden view of the trees.

Gods what was he thinking with that statement, he might as well have handed his cock to Doran himself. Stay focused Oberyn he said to himself, trust you to let your mind be swayed by pussy. He just couldn't help it, when Camilla looked at him with sheer adoration, he felt...he felt elated. No. That was his cock talking. The sooner he fucked her, the sooner he would get rid of the anticipation. Besides he had his plan to stick to, and nothing was going to come in the way.