Tyrion, Jaime, and Oberyn again led me away from Jaime and Tyrion's father. Oberyn again gave me his arm.
"I don't want to offend you, but your father seems-" I started but was cut off by the boys.
"Rude and heartless?" Said Oberyn.
"Harsh?" Said Jaime.
"Like a cunt?" Tyrion offered.
I laughed at Tyrion's comment.
I asked them for a map, and the year just to be safe, but I honestly didn't believe I was in 2014 anymore. And none of them could answer my question of what the year was, so that made me even more nervous.
I think we were headed towards Tyrion's room, as there were many books and maps. They called it his chambers, which did nothing to ease my growing fear that I wasn't in the same century.
Tyrion opened his room, let us in, and then locked it from the inside. He thought for a minute, and then went around picking out ancient looking books, and was that... a scroll? I took a better look and found Tyrion's room had many scrolls.
Who the hell even used scrolls?
I reached for them without realizing Oberyn's hand had stretched across my back and now rested on my waist, so when I moved forward his hand held me in place. How could he use one hand to restrain me completely, and it felt like he wasn't even trying? I gave him a look, and he let go obediently, smiling.
I opened the scroll Tyrion handed me and was astounded. There was a primitive version of what looked like part of Europe on the map, North America wasn't even on there.
Tyrion said, "Apparently the year is 299 AC."
AC? I didn't know what that meant, but there had to be more time than 299 years. People weren't that developed yet. They didn't start counting at the beginning of the human race. The fact that they used a different measurement of time told me this was much earlier on? Looking at everything, I decided to put it around medieval times, around the 1400's.
A moment later it actually struck me that I was actually in the past. How had I gone back in time? How could I possibly get back? Everyone I knew, were they searching for me? People must've known I've disappeared by now.
I couldn't really process the information, that I was living in a world where I wouldn't be born for centuries, where there were sword fights to the death, where Kings and Queens ruled cities. No electricity, slavery, the whole nine yards.
I didn't feel my brain shut off. I didn't feel my feet give way, or tears running down my face. I felt Oberyn catching me, and heard Tyrion and Jaime whispering concernedly to me.
"Princess, are you alright? What happened? Jaime! Get a maester!" Oberyn shouted.
Maester? Must have been some kind of a doctor, or a healer more likely.
"No, stop, don't, I'm fine. I'm fine. I was just shocked." I took a few deep breaths, wiped tears from my face, and slowly stood up. I felt lightheaded and dazed.
"Why don't you explain to us what you think happened." Tyrion said slowly and gently.
He led me to his bed and I sat down, trying to think about what happened. Oberyn sat beside me on Tyrion's bed, rubbing circles into my back, the three of them waiting patiently.
After a bit, once I sorted it out in my head as much as I could, I said to them:
"I'm from Canada, which is nowhere near close to on your map. And the year I live in is 2014."
"Seven hells?" Jaime swore in amazement.
"How is that possible?" Oberyn asked.
"I don't remember how I got to your time. I just went to bed, and I woke up in that forest."
"This is a world map, Angel. There are no other lands in the world. Westeros, Essos, Sothoryos, and Ulthos." Tyrion stated confused.
"You're wrong. Give it here, and bring some more paper... Uh parchment, whatever you call it. And a pen."
"A pen?"
"Shit! Those don't exist yet!" I made a mental note to watch what I said, I could fuck up the future by inventing things now.
"Uhhh, what do you write with? A quill?"
"Yes." Tyrion said, as if it was obvious.
What was this, Harry Potter?
"Could you get me a quill then please. And ink."
He went over, bringing them. I drew a general outline of North America, and a part of South America.
"I could potentially fuck up the future by telling you this, but there's a lot more land than you think. This," I put a dot on Vancouver Island, "is where I'm from. In like, the future. And here is where my parents are from, like around the 1950's." I said putting a dot in the ocean near South America.
My drawings were crude at best and I wished I could use my phone to show them an accurate map, from like google or something. I had my phone, actually, it was still in my pocket along with my pistol, but fat lot of good an iphone was with no cell service or wifi.
How the hell could I get back? I felt despair well up in my chest.
Tyrion studied the map intensely and Oberyn made no attempt to leave my side, continuing to rub circles into my back and whisper small words, his accent unlike any of that I've heard, and surprisingly soothing.
His lips were practically touching my ear. I could feel his beard near my neck. Why did I let a stranger come this close to me? I should've felt uncomfortable at least, but I had bigger problems than Oberyn's closeness to me. And besides, it wasn't completely unwelcome right now.
I kept thinking and thinking but I didn't notice Jaime even left the room until he opened the door he unlocked before he left.
He pulled me away from Oberyn, not that I cared much and said, "It looks like you're going to be staying, so I got you a chamber and a handmaiden. Still working on getting you some dresses though, I'd need your measurements."
"What's a handmaiden? And why would you do that for me? I think I should be trying to get back home, not living in a palace."
"Someone to help you with things, like dressing in gowns and drawing baths."
"That sounds like my personal slave."I said admonished.
"More like a servant." Tyrion corrected. "And you'll need somewhere to stay for a while before and if you can actually go home." Tyrion reasoned.
"Why are you helping me, all of you?"
"Because you need it." Tyrion's answer was short, but not without truth.
Jaime and Tyrion led the way to my new room. On the way Oberyn's hand had once again found its way around my waist, pulling me closer to him. All of them walked fast, and I struggled to keep up.
"What are you doing? I asked him.
"King's Landing is a dangerous place. It is best that Tyrion, Jaime, or I accompany you. I am sorry, do I make you uncomfortable?"
He made to move his hand away but I stopped him.
"Not particularly, no. Just curious."
He gave a small smile.
Oberyn then switched topics.
"You did not cower infront of Tywin Lannister."
I could feel the disgust he put into the name.
"No."
"Most people do."
"I don't take intimidation well. Something tells me you wouldn't either. I feel like you'd like to stick your sword through him, to be honest."
"You are right, I desire nothing more than to kill him."
Tyrion didn't seem to care but I saw Jaime tense up. Both kept on walking though.
"Why?"
"He gave the order to kill my sister, who happens to remind me quite a bit of you, princess."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know."
After a moment I added, "You know I'm not a princess, right? I told you already."
He leaned down closer and whispered against my ear, "You look like one, Ariana."
That was the first time I heard him say my name. I admit it sounded pretty cool with his accent. Then he leaned out back to his normal height and added smirking,"I think I prefer calling you princess."
Tyrion suddenly spoke up.
"What shall we do about Cersei? I don't believe she would take kindly to Ariana being here."
"Who is she?" I asked.
"Our sister." Tyrion and Jaime said together.
"I could talk to her like Tywin, if that'd help. It's not like I'm staying for fun or anything."
"I don't believe that would help." Jaime and Tyrion studied each other, thinking.
"Would she be angry though that no one told her about me?I just want to go home, but I doubt it's possible."
"Yes, she'd be furious." Jaime noted.
"Tell her about me, and I'll talk to her if she wants. It doesn't matter to me, I'm just staying here while I figure out how to get home." I repeated myself. If I could get home.
We walked up a small flight of stairs, and arrived at a door. Jaime unlocked it, and gave me the key.
"Thank you guys, a lot."
I hugged all three of them.
"Do you think you could get back home? Is time travel common in your time?" Jaime wondered.
"Time travel is supposed to be impossible, even in my time, so I don't think so. Where do I even start?"
"How about we get you some food? You haven't eaten for a while I bet." Tyrion offered. "Maybe it would be better for us to eat in here. We could eat and discuss this. I will get food for all of us." Tyrion continued, leaving the room.
"Alright, while we're waiting for Tyrion, let's all pull up a chair, and you boys can tell me about life in the 15th century."
I wanted to know more about the differences between our times, to see if anything might be important, but I was also curious.
"Let's start with families." I suggested, when Oberyn and Jaime didn't know what to say.
"I'm from Casterly Rock, which belongs to the Lannisters. There's me, Cersei, my father Tywin and Tyrion. Cersei is my twin." Jaime spoke.
"I am from Dorne, and there is just my brother Doran, who is king, and I." Oberyn sounded sad, he was probably thinking of his sister.
"And you're both in King's Landing because..."
"Because of the wedding." Oberyn said.
"What wedding?"
"Margaery Tyrell and the King, Joffrey Baratheon. His nephew." Oberyn nodded his head towards Jaime.
"By the way, look out for him as well. He's quite hot headed, and no one can really say anything because he is the king." Warned Jaime. "Although he hasn't pulled his rank on my father yet."
"I've heard of the cruel things he did to the Stark girl." Oberyn noted.
"Whose she?" I asked.
"Sansa Stark. Tyrion's wife. Her family ruled the North." Jaime responded.
"And Joffrey hurt her?" I asked.
"Yes, horribly. I feel quite sorry for her, the Lannisters killed most of her family." Oberyn looked at Jaime, and Jaime looked at his gold hand. " She is a child, with only 15 name days."
"My father, my sister, and Joffrey... They tortured her. And humiliated her."Jaime looked regretful.
"They're a bag of dicks." I decided.
"Who are we speaking about? In King's Landing that could apply to almost anyone." Tyrion said, as he came in with some servants bearing food.
"Our family." Responded Jaime after the servants left.
"Well that is certainly the best description of us I've ever heard." Tyrion said, taking a bite of some pork, and downed what looked like wine.
I hadn't eaten since lunch in my time and I hadn't realized how hungry I actually was until I saw all the food Tyrion had brought in. Of course I went for the deserts first. The food was much better here than in my time, probably because it was fresh. I didn't think of anything as I ate preoccupied with noticing how the food was so different here.
After eating, I felt refreshed. I still seriously doubted I could get home, but I wasn't feeling as hopeless as before.
"My lady you've hardly eaten anything." Tyrion spoke.
I actually didn't know he was talking to me, until I realized I was the only lady in the room.
"Just Ariana, Tyrion. And actually this is a lot for me. Thank you, it's made me feel a lot better."
I stood up, got some of the spare parchment and the quill that was in the room, and sat down again,trying to start brainstorming stuff I should do.
"What are you doing?" Jaime asked me.
"Thinking. How did I get here? If I can figure out that, it's possible I could go back." I responded.
Maybe I should go back to where they found me. Something might be there.
"You look tired." Oberyn noticed
"I time-traveled, apparently that does that to a person." I responded jokingly.
"Sleep first, then continue in the morning."
I couldn't do that. While Oberyn was right that I was tired, the food had helped, and honestly I didn't want to stay in this world any longer than possible.
I told him so.
"You cannot explore or search for anything, it's too dark."
My phone has a flashlight, I wanted to respond sarcastically, but that wasn't invented yet. Everything they did was by candles, I didn't notice till now.
"Doesn't matter to me, somethings might show up in dark that won't in light, and dark means it's quiet. And the sooner I go, the more information I could get that won't be there if I go hours later. I'm not asking you to come, I can handle myself, it's ok. You've all done so much already." I thanked them, while a plan formed in my head.
I stood up, a plan formulating in my head, finally. I'd think hard about what I remembered between going to sleep in my time and waking up in theirs, anything that could be related.
Probably later, when there is a lot of sunlight, I'll visit where I woke up again, explore the area again to see if there is anything that could tell me how I got here, and see the difference between day and night there. But after all that, I knew what I did depended on what I found.
"That's not happening. We will not leave a Lady to wander around King's Landing at night." Said Jaime stubbornly.
They stopped eating and stood up, and a couple of moments later, were ready to go.
"Guys I'll be fine without you."
"We know where you woke up, you might not recognize it. And you could get hurt."
I have a gun! I wanted to argue but he wouldn't know what that is.
Instead I sighed defeated, and grabbed a book to write one, along with the parchment and quill and ink, before remembering what was next to my gun. I emptied out my pockets and I had my phone, the gun out of its holster, keys, a hairtie, and... Thank goodness, a pen! I checked to make sure it still wrote and then left the bottle of ink and the quill, and put everything back. I quickly put my hair in a ponytail, and shook my head laughing when they were all looking at the pen, still.
"I'll explain how it works on the way guys." I giggled.
I opened the door and took a step forward and froze, a woman was in the doorway. She looked beautiful but harsh, and I could see the rage past the cool demeanour she held. I looked at Jaime for a moment and he mouthed, Cersei.
guys I really wanted to write an Oberyn Martell fanfic, because I swear I've read like every one of them;there isn't nearly enough for such an awesome character. A few things I want to point out. And questions/poll for you guys to tell me what you want. Ok so first things I love Ellaria but she isn't in this story. Like at all. Second, Oberyn hates all Lannisters so why would he be hanging out with Jaime and Tyrion? The answer to that is he's kinda OOC and plus I love the Lannister boys. Tyrion and Oberyn could have deep conversations while Jaime and Oberyn could fight together. I'd like to think that he recognizes their strengths , if nothing else. Also Oberyn's gonna need a wingman in later chaps :P
Questions/poll:
should I include the sand snakes? Il say that if they are included they'll definitely appear in later chapters
I know it's a time travel story but I've been wondering if i should alter it slightly so she eventually realizes she's in a tv show?
Should Ariana eventually make it back to our time, or forever live in theirs?