You had only been wed to Oberyn for a year.

And for most of that year, you have been with child.

It honestly frightened you. You'd hardly gotten to experience married life at all before you had fallen pregnant. Though that was the fate of most noblewomen. But Oberyn didn't really change.

In fact, he almost loved you more.

This wasn't his first time being a father, on account of his eight bastard daughters. But this time it was different.

You carried an important piece of the future of Dorne. That was a large responsibility.

You were walking, well more so waddling, outside in the Water Gardens; looking for a shady spot to keep cool. It was so hard to not be overwhelmed by the heat anymore; now you've opted for looser more flowy clothing.

You had stopped to rest on a stone bench, attendants flitting about you, asking if you needed anything.

A little while after you dismissed them, your husband showed up.

"There is my darling bride." He smiled, walking up to you and cupping your chin. "You look absolutely radiant, my darling. Ripe and beautiful every day." His other hand went to rest on your belly, and you sighed leaning in to his touch.

"The heat makes this unbearable." You whined, looking up at him with eyes that pleaded 'just get this child out of me'. And he only laughed.

"We still have some time left to go, you know. A maester of house Martell is never wrong." He cooed at you. "Such a precious little thing I have, carrying my child... or children." He teased. Oberyn liked to speculate that there could be more than one based on your size. You always quickly shut the idea down.

"Don't be foolish." You hummed, closing your eyes and resting against his hand.

To him, you looked absolutely perfect.