The moment had come.

You had always wanted to get married, but not like this. Not that young. Not so suddenly. And not to him. You had heard a lot about him, you knew his reputation. You knew how many people he had bedded. And even though you were relieved that you had a man for a husband who respected and treated women well, you couldn't help but feel that fear inside of you.

You felt nauseous and when you tried to calm yourself with deep breaths, it only made things worse. You are afraid, you are not ready to consummate the marriage even if it is expected of you.

Oberyn, your husband, doesn't miss a thing. He probably knows body language better than anyone else, so you shouldn't be surprised when his arms wrap around your waist from behind and gently but firmly press you against his body.

"My love, my sun... what is it that makes you uncomfortable?" His voice is like velvet against your ear as he begins to place small kisses down your neck. Unaware of your terrors towards the act you two are about to do.