Unlike other parts of the Seven Kingdoms, there were no taboos in Dorne. Women could fight, women could rule, women could love men as men love women, or they could love women. Obara and you were among those who loved each other.

The love between you continued for years. Contrary to popular belief, the fire between you two had only increased exponentially over the years rather than diminishing. But unfortunately, a marriage between you was impossible even in Dorne.

At least officially. And Obara didn't care about the formality of something. She wasn't even officially daughter of Oberyn Martell, she was just his bastard, and she didn't care even if it was something bad in everyone's eyes. It would not be a problem for Obara if her marriage was not official either.

Obara believed that marriage was about two hearts beating together, rather than a priest making a man and a woman make vows that would probably never be kept. That's why she brought you here today. This was a place she thought you would like, the sky was blue and there was grass up to your knees.

Your vows were not the same, ordinary, old vows that a priest had made every newlywed couple recite for years, your vows were special to you, your marriage was special to you, your love was special to you. Obara's forehead was pressed against yours. There was a smile on her lips. She held your hand, obara liked the feel of the ring she had recently placed on your hand. She spoke quietly.

"I'll have to get used to calling you my wife."