This is a direct sequel to the previous chapter. I wasn't planning on continuing this particular story, but a whole bunch of people were asking for me to continue so here you go! I hope you enjoy it. :)

"What if you married a prince?"

Lyanna laughed. "And where am I supposed to find one of those, my lord? The only one to show any interest in me is married to your sister! "

Seven hells, she didn't understand. She didn't even remember he was a prince. He supposed it made sense; he never acted very princely around her. He never even insisted on using titles. They were just Oberyn and Lya during their lessons. She only called him 'my lord' mockingly.

"It's 'your highness '."

"What?"

"My proper title is 'your highness' not 'my lord'."

She looked over at him grinning. "Alright then your highness where am I supposed to find –."

Her face went blank.

He smirked. "Finally understand, do you?"

To his horror, she looked at him as though he'd slapped her. She glared, even as her eyes filled with tears. Apparently he was as wretched at proposing marriage as she claimed to be at poetry. Gods, why was she so upset? She couldn't think him such a terrifying option, could she? Surely he was a better choice than Robert Baratheon. Perhaps there was different etiquette for proposals in the North. Maybe he'd given her some great insult without knowing. Damn, he should have asked Elia for advice first.

She was silent for a moment, causing Oberyn to panic further. Then she finally spoke. "That is a cruel joke, Oberyn."

A joke? She thought he was joking?

"Lyanna, I –"

"I don't want to talk to you anymore. My day has been wretched enough without you mocking me."

He reached for her as she stood to leave, managing to catch her wrist and pull her back down beside him.

"Let go of me," she snarled. She made an attempt to wrench herself free, but he held on tightly.

"I wasn't joking, Lya," he said softly. Something in his tone must have caught her attention, because she stopped trying to pull away and looked up at him, grey eyes shining with tears. Then he did the only thing he could think of, the thing he had wanted to do since he first saw her sparring with her younger brother. He released her wrist, and brought his hand to the back of her neck, and then he pressed his mouth to hers. She gasped softly, and Oberyn quickly deepened the kiss, savouring the softness of her lips against his own.

If there was any way for him to convince her, that was it. Oberyn knew next to nothing about proposals, but he certainly knew kissing.

For a few terrifying seconds, Lyanna did nothing. Then she tentatively touched her tongue to his, and slowly began to return the kiss. He groaned against her mouth, and wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer to until she was nearly in his lap. She quickly gained confidence, and was soon pressing herself against him, causing the bark of the tree behind him to dig into his back through the fabric of his tunic. Oberyn barely noticed, too caught up in the kiss and his fantasies. He was pleased to note that even though she was clearly inexperienced, she was as quick of a learner in kissing as she was with a sword. If she was just as quick to learn when he took her to bed, then he had definitely made the right decision in asking her to marry him.

He pulled away from her slowly, taking in her flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. Her eyes were dark when they fluttered open, and Oberyn had to fight with the urge to kiss her again. He moved his hand from her neck to cup her face, running his thumb over her cheek. He once again admired the difference between their skin tones, allowing himself a brief moment to consider how much greater the contrast would be if neither of them were clothed.

Lyanna looked up at him with both wonder and want, but there was still confusion in her eyes as well. "Why? Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows that you don't want to marry."

Oberyn forced his fantasies to the back of his mind for later, considering his response carefully. "I won't lie and say that I love you, but I am certainly fond of you, and I know that in time I could. And I think you could love me too. We could be happy together, Lya. How can I let the woman I might one day come to love be married off to an oaf like Robert Baratheon?"

Lyanna looked at him, clearly considering his words. When she seemed to have decided he was telling the truth she smirked at him. "You know, I knew you wanted to bed me, but I never thought you would go quite so far to do it." Her smirk widened. "I'm flattered, Viper, that you find me so desirable that you are willing to marry me just to get me into your bed."

Oberyn was shocked. It was true that he had begun his friendship with Lyanna intending to seduce her, but he hadn't thought she was aware of that.

This was definitely not how proposals were supposed to happen.

Seeing his shocked expression Lya laughed, no traces of her earlier anger were left on her face. "I'm an innocent, not an idiot. I've known for quite some time that you want to bed me. I was just hoping to get as many lessons from you as possible before you realized you couldn't charm my clothes off of me."

Oberyn, couldn't help but laugh along with her. She had known he wanted her all along, and she'd used it against him. "Seven hells, Lya! That settles it. I don't just want you to marry me, I need you to."

"I'll ask Brandon to speak to my father. Bran's never been overly fond of Lord Robert either, so I'm sure he'll be happy to present father with another option, especially if I tell him that I actually want to marry you."

Oberyn could feel himself grinning stupidly. "So, you're saying yes?"

"On one condition."

"What?"

Lyanna leaned closer to him. "Kiss me again."

I've never written a kissing scene before, so please tell me if it was any good.