Oberyn was, in a word, generous.

He loved you, would give you anything you wanted. Letting you bask under the sun in the Water Gardens, while attendants would bring you anything your heart desired.

He considered himself selfish just for being with you. The privilege of it all.

And he was yours. The Dornish prince whose heart you had won. While his brother ruled, you both simply played. Spending your days in bliss.

One night, you were laid out in his chambers, stretched upon possibly the nicest couch you'd been on. And the Red Viper himself kneeled before you.

Oberyn had heard of something new. He had gotten the finest pigments, even clays, and had been working them into his own form of artwork on your skin for the past hour.

"You look very nice like this, my dear." He smiled, swiping a stripe of red onto your thigh. "You will be the prettiest piece of art in the world."

"You say such things but it just looks like smudging to me."

"We will have a bath after this, I promise. Just let me work a bit longer." His hands roamed, spreading colors on you like it was his job to paint you. "You are such a gorgeous canvas."

Gods, he knew what he was doing.