Chapter 5
Camilla POV
The next few days went in a blur, even though Camilla didn't really have to focus on any wedding arrangements. Everything from her food to her dress had been decided.
She thought it best to just quietly agree to everything that was presented to her. Hells she had agreed to the husband without much thought, what did anything else matter.
The only slight happiness Camilla had was that her uncle, the King had overrode the Queen and finalised that Shireen would be allowed at the wedding. Shireen had been ecstatic and everyday bombarded Camilla with questions about her dress, the food, whether there would be pigeon pie and so on.
As much as she loved her, Camilla just had to get away from everyone. Hence why a day before her wedding she was alone in the gardens, whilst everyone was running around preparing for tomorrow.
Camilla was walking in a secluded part of the garden, when she spotted the flower.
Gods she couldn't believe it. Here in Kings Landing, in the most unvisited part of the gardens was a small section dedicated to blue roses. The flower was commonly associated with the North, in particular her aunt. She knew she had to bend down and smell the beautiful scent, hopefully reminding her of happier memories in the North. As she bent forward to get in a better position, she heard a loud "whack" and stinging on her left bum cheek.
She instantly turned slapping the culprit, before she noticed it was Oberyn.
"Oh kitten, wow you certainly have power in that tiny hand of yours," Oberyn said rubbing his right cheek.
"Oberyn, how dare you. I swear to gods you do anything like that again and I will slit your throat while you sleep," Camilla swore.
"I'm sorry kitten, I genuinely am. I promise I will be on my best behaviour till tomorrow," he said trying to stifle a chuckle.
Camilla just watched him with her cold gaze, Oberyn, cleverly just walked away quietly chuckling.
Even Camilla had to admit that she founded it slightly funny and when she knew he was out of earshot let out her laughter.
Gods what am I marrying in to; at least no day will be dull with him.