You were.. petrified.

You were the youngest Lannister, your mother having passed from complications of birth. Your family had.. honestly, despised you for it. Your father has never showed you the slightest bit of affection, and it was obvious that your siblings hadn't cared much for you either.

Which, in your case, meant as soon as you were able to wed– you were shipped off like cattle. It was honestly quite.. freeing and frightening simultaneously.

You were shipped off to Dorne without a second thought from your family, with your father signing off on your marriage to no one other than Oberyn Martell.

You had only ever heard stories of him and his family in passing, but you still had some understanding of your family's past. You weren't quite sure on how or why he had agreed to marry you, and somehow that had only fueled your fear even more.

You had arrived only a night before the wedding, which meant that the two of you had only been introduced to one another in passing before you were led to your chambers.

The sun had quickly gone down, which left you laying on your back in darkness. Each minute felt like hours, which only made your nerves worse.

You had buried yourself in the pillows and tried to sleep, but after twisting and turning for a while, you had decided to go on your balcony for fresh air.

Once you had made it onto the balcony and had closed your eyes to calm yourself, you heard a door to your left open.

"My lady."

It was him. The man you would be marrying in just a few short hours.

"You look nice." He smirks, noticing the nervous look on your face.

You couldn't help the feeling of curiosity when you looked at him. Why did he agree to marry you, especially after the Martell's and Lannister's history? The words has slipped out of your mouth before you could realize.

"What are you getting out of this marriage?" You said and instantly turned away, feeling utterly ashamed.

He places his hands against the balcony rails and shakes his head slightly.

"You may not believe this, little lion. But I don't want anything from you. I just... think you're quite beautiful. That's why I asked for your hand."

He noticed your shock and spoke once more.

"Is it that hard to believe, my lady?" He moved closer to you.

"That I would wed someone based on attraction and not for.. political alliances."