Marriage was supposed to be a lovely thing, you thought.

Or at least that's what your father, your mother, and your septa had told you.

But right now, it was just all too much. The wedding ceremony had just ended, and the Dornish heat was absolutely overbearing. You wanted out. Or more preferably, inside.

The wedding feasts were going to last for hours and well into the night. You weren't sure if you could make it.

Your eyes scanned the Water Gardens for your new husband, Prince Oberyn. He was handsome, so this match wasn't entirely unfortunate for you. Besides the fact that you'd be living out the rest of your days in the desert kingdom.

There he was. Stood tall by a fountain, conversing with your father. Even though you were the bride you thought you could slip away to cool off. So you did.

You wandered the palace halls, happy to be out of the heat, when you heard footsteps behind you.

"There is my blushing bride." The voice echoed behind you, and you turned. It was Oberyn. "What are you doing inside, my lady? The feast is not yet over."

"It was far too hot, I-"

"No need for excuses." He tilted your chin so your eyes met. "Come." He cocked his head towards a door back outside.

He exuded such a commanding air about him, it was almost too much.

"I will have someone fan you for the rest of your days." He murmured, linking your arm to his, and guiding you back to the feast.

Married life didn't seem too bad.