It all started with an alliance forged between your mother and Prince Oberyn’s, the ruler of Dorne. Those two ladies have such a good friendship that when you reached the age of ten, your House and House Martell sealed an agreement, you and Oberyn will get married when you come of age. You two grew up together, playing in the Old Palace, swimming in Water Garden, but that’s before Oberyn was sent away to foster at Sandstone, and cause quite a chaos in the years after. You have never seen him again, only hearing constant gossips and whispers that’s quite colorful which you don’t particularly fond of.

When the Dornish bannermen arrived at your palace, showing you the parchment with your mother’s writing, you realize it’s not the type of contract you can break. So you ride to Sunspear with the wedding procession, there you met your so called husband to be, your childhood friend, now people call him Red Viper. He has changed so much you barely recognized. Taller, stronger, and those dark eyes so penetrating, glistening with untamed pride. He’s wearing a silk finery yellow like the Dornish sun, decorated with dark red delicate embroidery, though he leaves part of his well-defined chest exposed.

He bowed deeply when you jumped down the horse. “This journey must be long and tiring for you my lady. Dornish sun can be quite harsh.” He took your hand, taking you inside the palace with him, “it will be cooler inside, we have wines, ales, and we have so many to discuss”