Oberyn stood in the mirror, looking and reflected on the flaws he hid—his shredded self, the parts of him that were torn apart by his mistakes and demands for others.

The lustful being had lost the key to his life. Not being able to keep his eyes to you, breaking his promise to be devoted to only you. He couldn’t keep his urges to himself. He thought that your love alone would soothe him long time—that you would satiate his want for attention. The calm tide turned into a calamity, breaking both your trust and heart. You were there during his sudden convalescences, the days where he felt like a failure instead of the true man he was. Yet, this how your story with him ended.

You knew him more than he knew himself. You knew he wasn’t good with wholesome truths. The moment he had to convey his true emotions instead of hiding them behind charm and sarcasm, he would shut down.

You also knew that he needed you. With you ignoring him due to your breaking heart, any capacity of attention from you would heal him. He needed you to punish him for his actions. But you didn’t. You didn’t give him what he wanted because you knew he would win.

The night kept you company when others didn’t. You let the stars know your deepest secrets k knowing that if you told another human being, you would be shunned. The bushes rustled, Oberyn emitted from them. “Oh. I assumed you’d be under slumber.” Oberyn freezes under your window. “I hoped that you’d be asleep.”

He’d been visiting you in your sleep, climbing the high wall to leading to your room. If you didn’t let him see you, he’d have to take matters into his own hands. He watched as you turned to call your guards. “Wait!” He calls. “Wait, please. I just wanted to see you.”