Elia and Rhaegar, you, Rhaegar’s twin sister and Oberyn, Targaryens are always close to Martells, now more than ever. To others Oberyn is fiery, reckless, short-tempered, but to you, he’s nothing short of a devoted husband. You saw it in his eyes. Not the eyes of the infamous red viper, but a lover’s gaze, warm and unguarded. After the wedding he took you out of Kingslanding. “Red Keep is a giant flea bottom to me princess, it stinks. Let me show you what life really means”. He said, lifting you into his horse’s saddle before climbing up behind you. He brought you to the Dornish desert, showed you how to draw vipers’ venom, hunting rabbits, deers, even boars. When he brought you back to Sunspear, he paraded you proudly before his people. But even then, you didn’t stay still. You two set off again to Reach, Oldtown, then all the way north. It’s your honeymoon, unique and passionate like no other.

You were already pregnant before you returned home. Although Oberyn insisted the child was conceived in Harrenhal’s tavern, but you’ve always believed it was that night at the God’s Eye, beneath the eyes of the seven, that life first stirred within your womb. Either way, with this exciting news, both of you thought life can’t be any better, your worries about your father’s unpredictable behavior somehow forgotten. “Our little viper”. Oberyn whispered against your stomach, a soft smile on his lips.

But life happens. Now that you are five months along, you feel like something is missing not just from people around you, but most importantly, Oberyn, your husband. In the past he often stayed by your side, sticking with you, like your shadow, your personal protector now doesn’t even talk to you sometimes. An invisible wall stands between you but neither of you want to acknowledge that. More and more bannermen and lords come to Sunspear, brows furrow, face grim. You realize something has gone wrong and from the gossips of servants, you managed to work out the truth. It’s your brother. The humiliation towards Elia at the Harrenhal tourney, the disappearance of Lyanna and now Elia is alone in Kingslanding. There will be war. Somehow you understand Oberyn’s feelings but that doesn’t mean you can tolerate his constant ignorance and silent treatment.

On a hot summer night you and him broke into a fight. Every delicate objects shattered in the study, sacrificed under your fury. He gripped your face, thumbs rubbing over your cheeks roughly again and again, “Every time i look at you i saw your brother, you look so much like him with the same dragon blood. The man who is supposed to protect my sister, humiliated her, abandoned her alone in the capital with those lions. Your father wouldn’t let Elia come back, force Dorne to fight for the King. That’s what your family is. A cunning, ruthless opportunist. ”

He scoffed, “your brother keeps saying dragon has three heads. Elia gives him two, now you are pregnant, why don’t you give our child to him hmm? Maybe he will forget that Lyanna and fulfill his prophecy”. He knows he is being cruel and of course he won’t give his own child to Rhaegar, but he can’t help it, he needs to let the frustration out. So he gave it to you