Leana was descending the steps making her way to the Great Hall quickly. She had almost forgotten about her visit to Sansa Stark this morning. Her feet were scamming down the stairs of the Red Keep, and as dexterous as possible Leana tried not to trip over her golden gown which represented House Baratheon colors.
Leana was making her way toward the other side of the Red Keep when she heard incessant yelling, her feet stopped dead in their tracks. A stern, accented voice was echoing off the ancient walls of the keep. Leana could almost swear the accent sounded rich and robust. Could it be Dornish, but she didn't remember hearing any Dornishmen accents before. The Lannisters had been on bad terms with the Dornish for years now and none ever came to visit King's Landing.
Naturally, she was curious and couldn't fight the desire to discover what the ruckus was about.
"What do you mean I can't bring Ellaria to the King's wedding?" The masculine voice challenged.
Leana peeked around a pillar in the Keep to see what was going on.
Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of a Dornishman quarreling with Margaery Tyrell. Never before had Leana seen a Dornishman, but tales of their tan skin, dark hair prestige were well known through the seven kingdoms – this man was no exception.
He was tall with broad, muscular shoulders and a strong chest; she couldn't deny that he was built for combat. His skin was uniformly sun-kissed and nothing short of flawless.
Slowly, her eyes drifted up to examine his face. His jaw was very angular and slightly wider than the men she was use to seeing. He had dark brown, determined eyes that caused his dusty, black eyebrows to standout. The burnt umber color of his eyes accentuated his jet black hair, mustache and framing facial hair perfectly.
She examined his expensive attire, as the Dornish man was adorned in thick yellow robes, with the pattern of golden suns embroidered on it. He had a tight brown belt that held his robes together and also equipped his dagger. She noticed his right hand rested on the hilt of his dagger as if he expected to be attacked. He must be of nobility because no commoner could afford robes so tasteful.
Leana's eyes soaked in every detail with enthusiasm; she was absolutely captured by this foreign man. Her father had never let her fraternize with the Dornish before, claiming they were too vile and savage to converse with. Nervously, Leana pinned herself to the pillar, hiding from sight; she opted to listen to the conversation unfolding.
"Prince Oberyn, I'm sorry but my future husband Joffrey was very explicit about not having bastards at the wedding." Margaery said diplomatically.
Oberyn was a prince, a Dornish prince, Margaery had left that detail out. This was the very man Margaery had suggested she should attend the wedding with? She felt her heart flutter – this was not what she had in mind. She had assumed Margaery would offer someone else, someone more suited to her standings of a traitor, like lowborn Lord Baelish. People always mocked Littlefinger, which seemed a more logical for her, as she was considered the current mockery in King's Landing.
"Lannisters are very oppressive of bastards, in Dorne bastards are not something of shame." The Prince muttered, defensively.
Leana decided to defuse the situation by creating a distraction - she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear before she walked out from behind the pillar and carefully made her way over to Margaery. Her eyes shifted over to Prince Oberyn and she noticed he was staring at her. His eyes had softened and he was giving her a very crooked smile.
"Lady Margaery. Good morning, such a lovely day, is it not?" Leana said as she curtsied. "And who is this?" She asked, inquisitively.
Margaery awarded her with look of gratitude. "This is the man Oberyn I spoke to you earlier about."
Oberyn swiftly took her hand and left a lingering warm kiss. The way his mustache brushed against her skin shot tingles up her spine. "My name is Prince Oberyn Martell, most notably known as the Red Viper of Dorne."
"A prince. Then it is a pleasure to meet you, Prince Oberyn. My name is Leana Baratheon, eldest daughter of Lord Stannis Baratheon, and heir of Dragonstone, Storms End and the Stormlands." She gave him the most pleasant smile she could muster.
Leana knew the last two titles were disputed now that her father was in open rebellion against the throne, but she still wanted to over exaggerate her importance to the prince.
"The pleasure is all mine, tis' not every day I meet foreign, dark haired beauties." Oberyn chuckled, an amused expression dancing on his face.
Leana painfully forced herself to turn her attention back to Margaery. "I was on my way to visit Sansa Stark."
Margaery gave her a strained smile. "She is still refusing to eat, I fear she might waste away. I visited her this morning, but she wasn't in the mood to talk."
"Fear not. I will get her to eat." Leana vowed.
"Prince Oberyn, why don't you escort Lady Leana to Lady Sansa?" Margaery offered them both an endearing smile.
"It would be my absolute pleasure." Oberyn interjected, offering his arm to her.
"If you wish." Leana gently took it and followed him as he lead her toward the western wing of the castle, where Tyrion and Sansa's room was.
She noted that Oberyn was walking incredibly slow; his brown boots making a distinct clicking against the stones. His brow was knit together as if he was lost in thought. Leana decided to try initiating a conversation.
"Margaery mentioned that we should attend the wedding together, as we are both missing an escort." Her voice sounded surprisingly shy.
"You, missing an escort? How could a beautiful woman like yourself be missing an escort? Men must he lining outside your door begging for the chance to bed you." Oberyn jested, his mustache twitching in amusement.
Leana felt her jaw involuntarily drop and her cheeks betrayed her embarrassment; she was taken back by his blunt comment. "I would not say that," she uttered as she tried to redeem herself.
The Prince shot a side glance at her. He must have instantly noticed her shyness and blushing. "Ah, you are a timid one. My paramour Ellaria would be bored with you, but I prefer the reserved and modest ones. They are the truest tigers between the sheets. Fiery, passionate, just too afraid to show it."
Leana felt her hand clenched onto his bicep tightly, which caused him to flex his arm. "I apologize, I am not use to such, explicit language. Do all Dornish men speak like this?"
He chuckled. "The Dornish are not shy about what pleases them most. I picked up such language from spending an abundant amount of time at the brothel. You should come there to visit me sometime. I promise, you won't regret it."
Leana looked up at him finally. "Not that the offer isn't tempting, but I think I will have to reject your invitation. I do have a reputation to uphold."
Prince Oberyn's expression shifting to one of subtle perplexity. He slowly leaned down, stopping once he was closer to her ear. "Have you ever been with a prince? If not, I cannot explain to you what unimaginable pleasure I could bring to you." He whispered softly to her; Leana could feel his hot breath teasing her ear.
"You're right. I have never been with a prince, but I don't need the experience to imagine." Leana successfully fought down a mirthful grin.
"Now you choose to play coy?" Oberyn chuckled; she watched as the laughter reached his eyes. "I like you, Leana Baratheon. You have a clever tongue under all that modesty."
"To live with the Lannisters you need wit." Leana responded casually.
"I will agree with you, the Lannisters are by far the most dangerous of people," the way Prince Oberyn said it sent chills up her spine. He obviously had some history with the Lannisters for his voice to carry so much malice when he merely mentioned their name.
To Leana's dismay they reached the top of the tower Sansa's room was only down the hall. Leana slowly removed her hand from Oberyn's arm. "It was nice to speak with you, Prince Oberyn."
"And you as well, Leana Baratheon. If you don't mind, may I visit you tomorrow? I would like to get to know more about the person I will be escorting to the King's wedding. If it is not a burden," he bowed. She watched his yellow robes swaying, brushing against his brown boots as he bowed.
"Of course it's not a burden, I don't have any immediate issues that need attention tomorrow. I might take a walk in the garden, if you would like to join me there in the afternoon?" She offered, turning her face to the side.
"I would very much like to." He responded, taking her hand and kissing it. This time he looked up at her; his lusty vision directly aimed at her lips.
"Farewell, my lady." He said before turning on his heels and leaving, but not before he turned back to look at her with a crooked smirk.
[A/N]: Hey guys, thank you so much for the amazing feedback on the last chapter it was greatly appreciated! I was so surprised by the amount of follows and favorites on just the first chapter, it was just, wow. It made me unbelievably happy.I would like to give a special thanks to SaiyukiLover232, Slytherin Studios, Gilyflower, ZabuzasGirl, QueenDisney, musicluver226 and TheRealTayler13.
Do tell me what you thought of my dialog for Prince Oberyn, I was hoping it was in character for him. Well, next chapter will be more filled with intense banter between Leana and Prince Oberyn. Also, on another small note the rating for this story will be changing pretty soon. Thank you for reading and have a wonderful weekend! :)