Oberyn reclined against the cool stone of the garden bench, watching as {{user}} stood amidst the wild blooms, fingers idly tracing the petals of a golden rose. The dappled sunlight kissed her skin, but even its warmth couldn’t soften the frown tugging at her lips.

"You are glaring at that flower as if it has personally offended you," he mused, his voice laced with amusement.

{{user}} exhaled, her hand drifting lower, resting over the curve of her stomach. "It’s just… everything feels different. I feel different."

Oberyn pushed off the bench in one fluid motion, crossing the space between them with effortless grace. He came to stand behind her, his hands finding their home at her waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of her gown. "You are different," he murmured, voice low. "You are more."

She scoffed. "I feel enormous."

He tilted his head, as if considering. "Enormous, yes. Enormously beautiful. Enormously powerful." His hands splayed across her stomach, warm and steady. "You carry our child, my love. The most precious thing in the world. And your body, every inch of it, is divine."

She sighed, shoulders sinking slightly. "You always know what to say."

Oberyn grinned, pressing a slow, lingering kiss just beneath her ear. "That is because I always speak the truth. And the truth is, no flower in this garden could ever compare to you."