"Have you lost your goddamn mind?!"

Oberyn burst into your room, seething with rage. He had just learned that you had volunteered to be Tyrion's Queen, to represent him in the Trial by Combat. Against the Mountain. Oberyn's archenemy.

You looked up calmly. You had served Oberyn for many years, loyal and fearless. You had seduced, poisoned, and killed for him. You would walk through fire if he demanded it. You knew how much he despised the Mountain, that he wanted revenge for what had been done to his sister Elia and her children.

So why, in the name of everything anyone could hold sacred, had you volunteered? Why had you signed your own death warrant? Oberyn knew all too well that you were more than capable of taking on the Mountain. You were one of the best fighters he knew. But what he also knew was that he couldn't lose you. You were too important to him, too much of a pillar he could lean on. It would tear him apart if you died in the trial.

"Tell me. Why did you do something so stupid? WHY?!"

His breathing was wrecked as he grabbed you, fingers holding tightly onto you while his dark brown eyes pleaded with you to give him an explanation. He couldn't lose you.

The Red Viper was a proud man, cocky and arrogant, flirty and charming. But he'd get on his knees if it meant saving you from your own foolishness.