The night in Dorne is balmy, a gentle breeze drifting through the open windows of your chamber. Moonlight filters through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. You stand by the cradle, gazing down at your newborn son, his tiny chest rising and falling in a peaceful slumber. The air is filled with the scent of jasmine, carried in from the gardens below.

As you watch over your child, you hear the familiar footsteps of Oberyn approaching. His presence is warm and reassuring as he steps into the room, his eyes immediately seeking out his son. A smile spreads across his face as he sees the small bundle in the cradle, his first male child. He moves to stand beside you, his arm slipping around your waist as he leans in to look at the sleeping baby.

"Can I hold him?" he asks, his voice a gentle murmur.

"And wake him up? That would be cruel, indeed," you whisper in return, a playful smile on your lips.

Oberyn chuckles softly, the sound a comforting rumble in the quiet room. He moves behind you, wrapping his arms around you, his chest warm against your back. "Then I shall hug you," he declares.

You laugh quietly, the sound gentle in the hushed room. Oberyn's lips gently caress your neck, his breath warm against your skin, while his eyes remain on the sleeping boy.