Ellaria was smiling like a fox when Sansa and Oberyn had returned from Catelyn's room. She was ultimately thankful that her lover's wife had so boldly claimed her as hers as well to diffuse the situation, and she knew that Sansa had meant those words, because she had never once shied away from her. So when Oberyn had gone to the bath-house to wash before bed, she approached Sansa.

"Your mother seems to be... adjusting to our little situation, is she not?" Ellaria asked Sansa, who had sat on the bed, obviously tired from the night's activities. Although it was the first time Ellaria had met Catelyn Stark, she knew from reputation that she was a fierce woman who cared deeply for her family, and that would mean defending her and hers in any situation necessary. Sansa had told Oberyn and her on how she coldly she had treated Jon Snow, and once feared that her mother would not accept Ellaria no matter what she tried.

Sansa sighed. "She only did it because she knows that there's no way out," she explained to Ellaria even as the latter brought her into her arms. "I did get into a political marriage, after all. But she wouldn't make you feel as though you belong. She'll..."

"Shh, my love," Ellaria soothed. "Whether or not your mother accepts what I am to you is not important to me, but the fact that you have openly acknowledged me before your family is." She brought Sansa's lips to hers, a light kiss but filled with promise. "And now that you have staked your claim, perhaps you'll want to have it now?"

"They would hear us," Sansa cautioned as Ellaria had began peppering sweet kisses all over her face and neck, purring in anticipation after each one. Their lips met, and it was a kiss that Sansa had never experienced before. Where Oberyn's had been heated and hungry, Ellaria's had been sweet and cool. She found herself being drawn into the other woman, wanting to know what else she would offer to her.

With deft and swift hands, Ellaria had already managed to unlace her gown (Sansa had chosen to wear one of her older gowns to see her family) and smiled when she found the light breast-wraps she had the same instead of a corset. The poor girl was always having injuries on her back and a few months in Dornish gowns would have rendered her unused to the constricting undergarment. It said a lot about the tastes of men in the northern regions of Westeros, though. They liked their women with small waists and pronounced breasts, things which were quite impossible unless one was to truly blessed by the Gods.

Ellaria first laid her hands on Sansa's breasts, cupping them gently. She flicked her tongue across Sansa's nipple, and in return, Sansa started to nibble on the arch of Ellaria's neck. When Ellaria had started to teach her about the marital bed, all she did was lie on her back back and listen to what Ellaria had to say. What she had experienced now was totally new to her. She did short work of Ellaria's dress, merely lifting it over her head, and they began to explore one another again.

Sansa had almost expected Ellaria to taste like honey, given her golden skin. It was hard to imagine that she would smell of orange-flowers instead, but she did. Step by step, she emulated what Ellaria had done with her, and soon found herself to be beneath the older woman, who was looking at her as if she was her prey. "A woman's core is the center of her pleasure," Ellaria explained to her, bringing her hand to Sansa's womanhood and began to rub her pearl in circular motions. "Oftentimes, men do not remember this and only think about thrusting like a boar."

It was a thrilling thing to watch, Sansa biting her lips to stop herself from crying out in pleasure. The sensation of her nipples against Ellaria's, the strange, but almost natural way that they had ground their nether regions together even as they knelt on the bed... Sansa might no longer be a virgin, but she was so inexperienced to a woman's touch, she might as well be one.

Ellaria commanded every one of her sensations. The touch of her soft skin, her scent, the sight of her long, black hair cascading down her back, the taste of her lips and how she had purred into her ear whenever Sansa reciprocated in everything that she had done. Soon, the two women found themselves locked into one another and began to rub their genitals together. It was the contact between the cores of their being that gave them pleasure, and by moving as one, it was mutual, one where ecstasy came easily.

They did not know how long they remained in that position, but they were aware when Oberyn came in, he had held Ellaria in his arms, but his lips sought Sansa's. Not to be defeated, Ellaria joined in as well. There was something particularly... enticing to feel three pairs of lips against one another, three tongues and a mess of bodies. Sansa sighed silently as she clearly saw Oberyn slowly ease himself into Ellaria's sheath while they each started to pleasure her breasts. Realizing that the walls were definitely thinner, she purposely sought Oberyn's lips to silence herself after finding Ellaria's fingers within her womanhood, imitating every one of Oberyn's thrusts within Ellaria to herself.

If this was what it felt like to share a woman with her husband, Sansa asked herself why every other woman in Westeros would go against the very idea of this premise. Perhaps it was the fact that the women that their husbands found were not as beautiful or open like Ellaria... Everything had been a haze, and she did not know where whose body started and where it ended. It all mattered little to her, only that she knew that she was soon reaching her climax.

Her eyes grew wide when she felt Oberyn enter her. It was a slow process, her body being still unused to his girth. She knew that he was helping her to get used to him, and thankfully, she had recovered from the initial contact faster than she did on their first time together. She had rode him that night, and now he had mounted her with Ellaria pressed over her.

There was something highly powerful about it, the three of them having one another. It felt as if a piece of her had returned, a piece that she had been born without, so that they could return to her. It had felt poetic enough for her, she reckoned, as Oberyn spilled his seed over Ellaria's back, just right after Ellaria had almost cried out her orgasm and slightly before hers.

By then, it would have been futile to have tried to hide whatever they were doing. Everyone must have heard them.

"You are dreading breakfast tomorrow, aren't you?" Oberyn asked Sansa.

She nodded. "I've... never..."

"Do not worry, your mother and brother would have to live with it," he told her. "There is nothing more natural in this world than the embrace of lovers."

"My family's not Dornish like yours," Sansa reminded him with a kiss to his nose. Ellaria was already fast asleep, spent from their first venture as a threesome. "They won't get used to it."

Robb was unfortunate enough to be in the room directly beside Sansa's. To add to his ill-fortune, their beds must have been placed opposite one another's parted only by the thin walls.

At first, he had heard muted gasps. These were soft and mewling, but they were many. It was as if there were... two women. It struck him that Sansa had meant every word that Ellaria was her paramour with Oberyn, and he could not sleep no matter how Talisa had hit him with her pillow.

Sharing a bed with a woman would be quite... natural. It was quite normal for ladies to sleep in the same bed. However, Robb was not sure as to what really happened between the sheets, and but all the same it was a... harrowing experience, and when he obviously heard a third voice...

"Your bannermen would laugh when they hear about this," Talisa warned him when she found him packing his pillow to shield his ears from what went on in the room next to theirs.

"Try sleeping when you can practically hear your sister going at it in the marital bad," Robb groaned, clearly unhappy that his wife was not sympathizing with him.

"You were worried if Sansa was going to be happy in her marriage," Talisa recounted. "Now, Oberyn proves that he is not only a worthy husband but his woman is also clearly attract to your sister and you fret because they are celebrating their love..."

Robb sighed. There was still much of his world that his wife did not know of, but he knew that what she said was true, in the essence of how the world worked. He knew that no matter how his sister lived, her happiness took precedence and he knew that she was happy. He had seen it in how easily she had held herself with Oberyn, how she had seemed so... different from when she had left Winterfell with her father.

"Trust a woman's instincts, Robb," Talisa told her husband. "They are the salve to whatever wounds she has had to bear. Let them guide her where you cannot."

"She can't be my little sister forever, can't she?" Robb asked. "Sansa'll have a different path than mine."

"But surely, one that would end in the same place," Talisa reassured him. "A different journey, but the same destination."

The next morning, Sansa had donned a scarf around her neck, carefully pushed into her gown to look as if it was part of her outfit to hide the marks that Oberyn and Ellaria left on the back of her neck. Catelyn had brushed it off as perhaps a new style worn in the capital, but Robb's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when he thought what he saw were purplish marks that clearly appeared to be embroidery upon the scarves.

Breakfast went on as pleasantly as it could. Catelyn had tried her best to converse with Ellaria although her lips remained pursed tightly, asking her about her family and how she had been raised. At that time, Sansa had not known her mother to have known so many barbs, and looked as if she wanted to protest, but Oberyn caught her hand before she could do anything and shook his head subtly. Ellaria would easily defend herself from the barbs of a hawkish woman as easily as she could those that wished her ill.

Talisa, on the other hand, was wonderful. Sansa was very happy for her brother to have found such a Queen. She was wise and understanding, a queen with a heart made of gold. "Robb might not be partial to boys or girls, but I would love to give him an Eddard soon," she confided in Sansa as she brought her new sister-in-law's hand to her growing belly. "And you're lucky that you needn't worry about children. Obara and Nymeria are excellent warriors and soldiers."

The Sand Snakes thanked Talisa for their praise. "The Queen is too kind with her words," Nymeria said. "But we are happy that you, Papa and Ellaria are getting along well even if..." She gave a careful sideways eye towards Catelyn and Sansa nodded.

"I would have to be careful not to get on Lady Catelyn's bad side," Obara declared quietly. "Her Grace only got off all that... tension when she announced that she was pregnant."

It was at that exact same moment when Ellaria had inconspicuously let slip that she was the mother of four of Oberyn's youngest daughter that Catelyn stood up with her hands against the table rather loudly. "I'm sorry, you will all have to forgive me," she announced. "I am feeling a little... unwell to continue breakfast." It was a a lady's last card to play, and she had thought that her son would at least make her stay. For whatever reason, Robb did not do as she expected and she coolly walked away from the breakfast table and could be heard stomping up the stairs.

"I'm so sorry for how Mother's acting," Sansa apologized to Ellaria, herself close to tears. She had thought that her mother would be at least easier to convince than her brother, and now it seemed like it would be the opposite.

"Don't apologize for your mother, my love," Ellaria told her. "Not everyone out of Dorne would understand." Somehow, there were knowing looks between herself and Talisa. It was concluded then and there that it took much for Catelyn Stark overcome her dislike and distrust of anyone outside her circle.

"I should go and speak to her," Sansa offered, but was stopped by Robb.

"Let Mother be, Sansa," Robb told her. "She won't listen to you when she's being stubborn. She'll come around when the time comes."

Talisa smiled and brought her sister-in-law back into her seat. "lady Catelyn was cold to me when I first came to your brother, and she couldn't tolerate the sight of me when we got married because Robb had gone against his pact to marry one of Walder Frey's daughters."

"We all want who we want," Ellaria concluded, walking over to give Sansa a hug. "Don't worry, your mother's barbs aren't anything that I cannot handle."

It was only then did Sansa heave a sigh of relief and nodded, all while Robb quietly squirmed at his seat. His wife was right, he need not add another burden upon his sister, especially when she had just been returned to them.

At high noon, Oberyn met with Robb and the Blackfish, who had just arrived from Casterly Rock in Robb's room while the womenfolk spent it separately. Catelyn was still seething from breakfast while Sansa had decided that she would start making clothes for Talisa's baby with whatever supplies the inn had, leaving Ellaria with Talisa to learn about one another.

"There is one important thing you must know about Sansa," Oberyn declared. "She's a Warg. I've seen her Warg into Grey Wind once and she claimed to have seen Daenerys Targaryen buying 8000 Unsullied in Astapor."

Robb's jaw practically unhinged itself. "A... Warg?" he repeated. "When?"

"On the second morning after I arrived in King's Landing. She was lucky that she was with me," Oberyn answered. "She described Casterly Rock as though as she had seen it with her own eyes."

The Blackfish scratched his own chin. "The Starks are descendants of the First Men, who had many gifts," he reasoned. "It wouldn't be a surprise that it would manifest in this generation."

"How does it change anything?" Robb asked. "Even if she can see through the eyes of beasts..."

"She didn't say it, but I suspect that she had warged into one of Daenerys' dragons," Oberyn said, naming his suspicions. "Astapor isn't a particularly animal-friendly port. It deals only in Unsullied and other slaves. What other animals could there be for her to warg into?"

"So you are saying that if Sansa can warg into a dragon," Robb said cautiously, "We might be able to use them in battle?"

Oberyn chuckled. "Reports say that the Silver Queen loves her dragons like how a mother loves her children. She will never give them up easily. However, with Targaryen dragon-lore lost to the world, she might not be able to control them as easily..."

"... which is where Sansa comes in?" Robb finished Oberyn's sentence uneasily. "What if the Targaryen girl doesn't need Sansa's help, what would you do then?"

"I will have her by my side and I will protect her no matter what it takes," Oberyn promised Robb. "However, if she is able to master her gift, I will not stop her, nor must you."

"You would have my sister cross the Narrow Sea alone?" Robb demanded. He would not have his sister face the dangers of a strange land all by herself.

"When the fighting breaks out, neither you nor I are truly able to keep her safe, Robb," Oberyn said. "She would be safer in the service of the Targaryen girl than anywhere in Westeros."

Robb fell silent. He thought back on what his wife had told him before and he knew that it might be true. "Only if this is the path that she chooses," he warned Oberyn. "She's my sister and she'll come home with us if she wants to."

"But of course," Oberyn replied. "And now, since the Lannisters had openly tried to kill me after I won Tyrion's trial by combat, I would reckon that they are sending themselves to us on a silver platter." Robb had acknowledged that he knew that Sansa had defended Oberyn from a crossbow bolt. He only let Oberyn go because Sansa was not in any grave danger.

"They're the most faithless lot anyone's known," Brynden Tully spat. "No doubt King's Landing's been talking shit about them by now."

Oberyn shrugged. "I wasn't there to witness the aftermath," he said. "But before we left, we heard that Cersei was put under heavy guard by her own father. She must have acted alone."

"So you'll return to Dorne and strategize with your brother," Robb said. "Because what happened to you can most possibly be an act of war."

"My brother might want to take a more cautious route," Oberyn said, supporting Robb's guess. "But I am not the one who would make the decisions. If I had fallen during the trial, my daughters would have raised whatever fighters they have in Dorne under Ellaria. Doran would not want that under his name. He works for the safety and Dorne and would not risk anything unless it is worth risking for."

"Thank the Gods that you survived then," Robb said. "Winter is coming and the only we can hope to win this bloody war is by moving forwards."

Oberyn smirk and nodded his head. "You can't be more right," he said. "Every day we live is a spit in the faces of our enemies. Remember that, Young Wolf."

"Oh, I will," Robb said. "I just worry that you won't be there to bite my dust when we take King's Landing."

HAN: I promised a SansaXOberynXEllaria scene, and now I've written one, WOOTS!

Yes, Robb heard EVERYTHING.

Catelyn's not being a bitch, it's just a little hard for her to understand everything that her little girl is going through. Remember, not everyone is Dornish where they don't give a fuck about who you're fucking.

Enjoy!