Oberyn strode into the brothel, confident and happy to be on familiar ground once again. In the King's city, the brothel seemed like the only true home. The sounds of moaning and pleasure were almost like rhythmic music to his ears, reminding him of his home in Dorne. In Sunspear the sound of whores plying their skills and people pleasuring one another was a very common sound.

The prince quickly made his way to the private room he had paid for. The sound of his thick leather boots clicking against the stone tiles reminded him of soldiers. Hastily he pushed open the doors, entering his room with a smirk. The sight of Ellaria lazily lying on their bed in a simple orange silk dress, made Oberyn shiver. Her black hair cascading down the right side of body, and her dark skin melding with the royal purple bedding caused him to widen his smile. Ellaria was kissing one of the girls he had paid for and he instantly felt lusty, motivation spark in him.

Ellaria turned her head away from the soft faced ginger whore; his paramour eyes were dark and lascivious. "My lover." She groaned at Oberyn. "Join us, take off those clothes." He watched as Ellaria's hand brushed the ginger whores' chest; playing half-heatedly with one of her nipples.

He couldn't fight the wild grin that surfaced on his lips. "In a second, my love." He said, quickly walking over to pour himself a glass of extravagant summerwine that tasted of prime oranges. He couldn't stand the thought of not having at least one drink before jumping into bed.

He instead took a seat on the very edge of their bed and watched as his paramour and the whore continued their bombardment of meek kisses. Oberyn was confused when he noticed the boy Olyvar was missing.

"Where is Olyvar? I paid well for him." He asked Ellaria.

"He's doing his other job, handing whores out to clients." His lover responded in between her kisses. "He'll be back later to take care of your needs, my love."

He watched more intently as the whore gently caressed his paramours face with her hand. His lover was in a trance as the ginger girl moved her hand slowly into Ellaria's hair, tugging it ever so slightly.

Oberyn was starting to feel a jealous desire awaken him, but it was quelled at the unfortunate news he had to bring.

"I have some bad news, Ellaria. It seems you cannot attend the royal wedding, my love." Oberyn said, disappointedly.

Ellaria pulled her face away from the ginger and stared at him. "What?" She muttered surprised, her face mirrored his own disappointment. "Why is this?"

"The King is afraid of what he truly is. Bastards aren't allowed at the wedding." Oberyn hissed, as he leaned forward on the bed. "I'm sorry, Ellaria." He said, as he finished his glass of wine.

Oberyn quickly pushed the glass on one of the tables, before crawling his way across the bed to Ellaria. "Leave." He commanded to the ginger whore. "Come back in a little bit."

The naked girl got up, slipping on her dress that had been lying on the floor. Slowly, she walked toward the doors, but right before she closed them, she winked at Ellaria, causing her to chuckle slightly.

"I like that one. She was a good buy." Ellaria smiled wickedly; she pulled on his robe, beckoning forward. Oberyn soon found himself making his way across the bed over to his lover, and it was not long until he was hovering over Ellaria. Their faces were only inches apart and he could smell the wild flower perfume that his paramour always wore. Ellaria grasped his face as she always did, forcing him to look into her intense eyes.

"I'm glad you like the ginger one. Nothing could be too perfect for you." He smirked mischievously, before leaning forward and closing the gap between them. He hungrily kissed her, pulling at her bottom lip. Whenever he was away from Ellaria too long he felt his body yearn for her.

Ellaria retaliated by snaking her tongue into his mouth, passionately exploring. Her hands had been glued to his face, but they were working their way down his body.

Unexpectedly, he felt Ellaria shove harshly on both of his shoulders. Caught off guard, Oberyn found himself flopping over down against the bed. Swiftly, she sat herself on top of him, grinding her hips against his erect manhood.

"I think I have a plan to finally get my revenge on the Lannisters." He smiled looking up at Ellaria, who was tortuously running her hands down his chest.

"Really? I love seeing that dark passion in your eyes when you're formulating a plan. It makes me want you even more." Ellaria said, stopping what she was doing to plant a vicious trail of kisses on his neck. The way her hair brushed against his skin sent shivers up his spine.

"I met a gorgeous Baratheon girl, that seems to be slightly unguarded by the Lannisters." He gasped slightly as Ellaria's dexterous fingers began undoing his belt.

"The Tyrells have her as their ward, she could be very useful, I think we should take advantage of it. We could use her." Oberyn groaned slightly as his paramour discarded his belt on the floor and began an assault of kisses down his body.

"And how do you propose we use her?" Ellaria whispered, her breath teasing his skin.

Oberyn had not thought too much into it until yesterday, but to destroy the Lannisters, he need information from someone that lived in the Red Keep. Someone that was willing to betray Lannister secrets. Someone that was malleable, young and naive. Someone that knew he could trust. But most of all, someone that didn't know how to play the game, the vast game of manipulation.

Leana was that exact person.

"She is one of the last true Baratheons, if you don't believe those lies Lady Cersei says. King Joffery is no Baratheon, he's a pure Lannister. But there is a lot of things we could do with her." Oberyn said, suggestively.

"Oh, really?" Ellaria said turning her attention back to Oberyn's eyes. "Would I like her?"

"She is a bit timid, but she's fierce. If I can convince her to come to the brothel. We could both have a lot of fun, but she seems to stick to her morals. Maybe those frisky Tyrells have influenced her." Oberyn said brushing his paramour face with his hand.

"Timid bores me, but you say she is fierce? Like you, my viper?" Ellaria muttered, kissing his abdomen.

"A little, she has some redeeming qualities. But to beat the Lannisters I need to know more. I need to find someone that has been wronged by them. This Baratheon girl is perfect." Oberyn let out a another soft noise as Ellaria kept up her bewitching work.

"I'll wrap this Baratheon girl around my finger and it will put the Lannisters at a disadvantage. She is, after all the daughter of their largest enemy."

"Wrap her around your finger, my prince. Make her divulge the Lannisters' secrets to you. Or her own if it pleases you." His paramour groaned, pulling herself up to kiss his lips.

Finally, he lost his patience flipping over Ellaria next to him, before he pulled himself over her.

"Your taunting is driving me near madness." Oberyn cracked her a naughty smirk. "Now, I'm going to have my way with you, you little teasing beautiful bastard."

Ellaria grinned at the prospect. "Please do, my prince."

[A/N]: Hey guys, thank you so much for taking the time to read! I'm sorry I didn't really include a huge amount of sexy time, I'm saving that for just a little down the road. ;) Anyways I wanted to give a special thank you to SaiyukiLover232, Slytherin Studios, Gilyflower, ZabuzasGirl, QueenDisney, musicluver226 LuCkY-StAr69, Her-fury , Vhn, Xfv, Sparky She-Demon and TheRealTayler13.

Next chapter, will be coming out soon, and it will feature Sansa and Leana, as well as Prince Oberyn. I promise it will be flirty and full of interesting dialog. Again, thank you for reading! :)