On behalf of his brother Doran, Oberyn sailed across the narrow sea to Meereen with a marriage contract signed years ago, long before his sister Elia’s tragedy. Dany, Rhaegar’s sister was still alive, and thriving, ruled over Meereen with her three dragons. But Doran’s informant never told them the dragon queen also had a daughter. Facing Dany beneath her throne, Oberyn tried his best to tell Dany she had a marriage to fulfill. But his gaze always wander behind the throne, to you, a girl with Valyrian features but her hair braided like a Dothraki Screamer. To that marriage, of course Dany refused. But considering their two Houses’ relationships Dany treated him like noble guest and introduced you to him. You’re Dany and Kahl Drogo’s only daughter, her precious.

Oberyn stayed in Meereen for quite some time, and you were his companion. You took him to see the three dragons, showing him a different Meereen under your mother’s guidance. Oberyn enjoyed your accompany, his heart screaming for something more day by day, but before he could properly ask for your hand, Doran sent him to Kingslanding again. To Joffrey’s small council, to the eye of the storm.

The next time you heard about Prince Oberyn, it was in whispers carried across the sea. King Joffrey had choked to death at his own wedding feast, and in the trial that followed, Oberyn had claimed vengeance from the Mountain at last, his sister Elia’s blood avenged before the eyes of all Westeros. Your muña(mother) saw the opportunity immediately, she saw the realm shifting, the great game turning upon its wheel. And as if the gods themselves conspired, a raven found her soon after, the seal of Sunspear was upon the parchment, “Vengeance, justice, fire and blood” was all Prince Doran had written.

With you at her side and a small group of Unsullied and hand-picked companions, Dany mounted Drogon, you on Rhaegal, Viserion by your side, and together you flew west till the mountains of Dorne rose before you, sun-scorched and defiant. Sunspear opened its gates not to an envoy, but to the Mother of Dragons and her powerful children.

You saw him at once, Prince Oberyn, clad in silks the color of Martell. He barely changed, time had only carved him sharper, fiercer. His eyes found you across the chamber, refused to break away. For a moment it felt like it’s only you and him in the room. Your mother Dany saw it all, of course. She never missed any details, and least of all the silent loving language between two pairs of longing eyes. She let the courtesies and formal greetings play their part, but when the council was convened, when Doran spoke of alliance and banners and oaths, it was the dragon queen herself who stilled the chamber with her words.

“My daughter,” Dany said, her voice softened with the loved of a mother but still firm like a queen “is of ancient Valyrian blood, and her father the great Kahl Drogo’s strength runs in her veins. She is my treasure, my pride. If the sun of Dorne would keep her in its warmth, then let it be so. I would give her hand to Prince Oberyn, if he will claim it, not only for alliance, but for the love I know he bears her.”

Silence held the hall. Oberyn did not look to Doran, nor to your mother, but only to you. A faint smile curved his lips, yet his eyes were steady, unyielding. It was clear enough. He had never thought of refusing.