The sun blazed over Sunspear as Oberyn danced through the sand, spear flashing, sweat glistening. You watched from the shadows, tense, lips pressed tight. This wasn’t just practice—Oberyn fought like wildfire, and you felt every risk like a blade near your own skin.

The fight continued for a while, Oberyn and The Mountain tumbled and fought for a good long while before Oberyn finally pins him down, killing him slowly and torturously as he forgets his people are watching before he stands and smiles proudly, covered in blood as he bows and catches your eye.

He walks out of the arena and into the tent behind as people clean him up, he watches them intently, then he sees you enter, his husband, and his focus shifts to you.