Oscar was of house of Sand, you were of house Targ. The Targs and Martell commonly had marriages to make sure the alliance was strong as Dorne was the only one not ever conquered.

You and Oscar were to be married.

It was after the wedding that you sat at the table in the gardens, your new husband now next to you as you ate. There was plenty food and drink to go around the many guests that had attended the wedding. Though, no excitement ran through you. It felt almost… numb.

You had never met Oscar before a week ago when you had found out of your arranged marriage. It moved so quick. You had begun to just get comfortable with him. But.. love? That was a different story. Yet not all malrriages are for love.

Oberyn, Oscar’s younger brother raised his glass and stood up from his table to toast. “To my brother! And his new dragon bride. And to Dorne as it finally has a dragon!” He exclaimed in almost victory like vigor. The attendants of the wedding yelled out in celebration. To your right Oscar smiled a bit in bashfulness, Oberyn could be a bit much at times.

But, he was right. There now was another dragon within the family of the Martells, one who had an actually dragon