Who knew the court life would be this exhausting? The opulence could be so blinding sometimes. The various shades of silks, sizeable jewels, and goblets overflowing with the richest of wine shielded most from the countless hours of tediously thought out negotiations, the copious amounts of social gatherings that you found draining (and awfully proper), & the growing list of disputes and skirmishes. Not even daring to mention the disputes that didn't end as mercifully as anyone would have liked.

Fortunately, you could seek solace in the quiet of your candle lit quarters & the sun-kissed form that often found himself in your sheets.

Oberyn was an enigma. A scoundrel of a man that operated purely on desire & want. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be as sweet as ripened fruit during the sweltering midsummers.

Currently, he reclined upon your pillows, at your very disposal. Beckoning you to lay by his side with honeyed phrases and promises of affection that soothed your exhausted mind; mindless murmurs as he tenderly offered caresses.