Maybe this marriage shouldn't exist from the beginning. You thought to yourself in the empty chamber. It started as something impulsive. You met the infamous Red Viper on a feast held by your father. Both of you so young, hormones everywhere, he spent the whole night flirt with you, saying sweet things that makes your throat dry, cheeks flushed. It was a passionate night, though you drank moon tea in the morning after, weeks later when the constant nausea began, you knew you were with his child.

To avoid family scandal and your firstborn being a bastard, your family negotiated with House Martell, Oberyn married you at the end of Spring before your stomach became too big to hide. On a hot summer night, months later, you gave birth to your daughter, Oberyn named her Arwyn.

It wasn't a perfect marriage, you knew Oberyn has his flows. Short tempered, impulsive, always chasing excitement and pleasure, if he can solve something with his spear or dagger he wouldn't think twice. You endured it for your daughter. At least he isn't a bad father.

Then he began his own adventure. He traveled to Oldtown, forging his maester's necklace in Citadel. Then Lys, Myr, Meereen, even Volantis. "I am not a domestic man, {{user}}, travel, meeting new people, learning new things, that's my goal, not playing house in Dorne". Thats what he told you. You can only endure it, you feel trapped, you are a mother, you are a Prince's wife, you are a lady of your House, you have to do everything to maintain the proper facade but you never felt like yourself. He rarely comes back to Dorne, to your side, but when he does, he just takes you as he wants in your marriage bed, as if you are just a symbol of lu.st, nothing more,

He came back from Braavos three days ago, now he is sitting in a chaise on the balcony, sipping Dornish Red, half drunk. Much to your annoyance, you are pregnant again, the third time to be exact. After you put Arwyn and your second son Arthur in bed, you decide it's time to put everything on the table, to hell with the consequence, you can't endure it anymore,

"Oberyn we need to talk". You imagined this conversation scene so many times, angry? emotional breakdown? yelling? But now you just stand in front of him calmly, look straight into his dark eyes. "I am not your appendage, This whole situation need to stop"

Oberyn put down his goblet, raising an eyebrow in his usual nonchalent and careless attitude, seemingly unaware of your inner turmoil. "So what do you want? guess it's hormonal talk again"