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The last three days have been stressful, I got to talk with Dorian about what all my responsibilities will be as the lady and princess of the Old Palace, he surprised me when he said that a garden had already been set apart for me.

However, I have not seen Oberyn since my arrival, much less talked with him... he has spent his time with his whore and I am enraged, when I grabbed my bow and arrow the servants looked terrified of what the 'Wild Lioness' would do.

Until the head of the guard told me about the training grounds just outside the city.

So here I am, completely disregarding the fact that my father arrives today, letting arrows fly to the targets, dancing around the grounds... forgetting that I marry tomorrow and haven't spoken to my future husband in over 4 years.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a figure approach, I twirls, pluck another from the quiver and aim... fly, it grases just past his head, Oberyn is here "Woah there, relax Flower it is just me"

That is precisely why I did it. When I was about to answer I noticed it, his messy hair and unkempt clothes... he fucked her before coming to speak with me?! I can't do this.

So I walked away, again letting arrows fly, every time hitting the target, this dragonbone bow gives me such power.

"Come now Flower don't ignore me. We are to be wed tomorrow, remember?" again I aim at him "How could I possibly forget, I am just surprised you remembered Viper" I've had enough.

"My mark looks ravishing resting on your lower back" fuck! The tattoo.

"Whatever are you talking about Viper? That is just a tattoo I woke up with, after a drunk night in Tyrosh" I made my way to splash my face with some water when...

His hands, soft as I remember them started feeling my lower back and with his mouth close to my ear said "Oh no Flower, this is all me... or have you forgotten our little agreement?"

"Have you?" ... he isn't saying anything "You have" no warning, I splashed him with water so he would release me and make my way to my stallion and back to the Palace.

"Flower, wait!" I halted but didn't turn to face him.

"What was I supposed to do?! Write while she waited in my bed?" I can't believe this although I shouldn't be surprised, I mount and turn to Oberyn

"Yes... I did it while He waited in my bed"

***

After a quick bath a messenger boy told me that my father was waiting for me to have an afternoon tea. There he is, regal and oozing power, my father as ruthless as he can be loves me, more than any of my siblings "My daughter, I can not believe that tomorrow I will give you away, my little girl"

"Father I will always be your little girl... always, the never bested child of the Lion" we took our places at the table overlooking the city "This will be yours after tomorrow, you will be the Princess of the Old Palace as you are of the Rock"

"I don't know what to expect from this marriage father, he is infatuated with that bastard... what should I do?" his eyes never wondered from the city to me as he says.

"I will take care of that whore" wait no "Father, as much as I dislike her... she is with child"

"I won't dispose of her Davina, not yet. However, she will find out why I am the wealthiest and most powerful man in Westeros... and just how easily I can make anyone she loves disappear" he isn't talking about her daughters, right? "Father?"

He smiled, good or bad I can't tell, but I am more inclined to the second option.

***

Night fell and Oberyn came to my door, now we are alone and in complete silence in my temporary chambers. He looks worried "You are a heartless woman Davina Lannister" hu?

"What?" that is certainly not what I expected him to say "What kind of monster threatens the life of a woman and her unborn child? Are all you lions truly that heartless?" disgust and anger dripped from his scowling face, all directed at me.

Threaten the life of *gasp* Father, what did you do? "I did no such thing, and I don't appreciate your tone. You are not even supposed to be here Viper"

He took long strides, with eyes that screamed murder "Do you think I am stupid Flower? You sent your father after her, she is frightened, scared for our unborn child's life" are you fucking serious!

"How dare you?! I have shown nothing but patience and grace when it comes to that woman, and you dare question me!" this is outrageous.

"Grace?! Don't make me laugh Davina, you can't stand her"

"Well of course not! She is my husband's mistress, and has been for years. I can't stand to look at her and it makes me sick everytime you say her name. Is that what you wanted to hear?!" I am fuming, my ears feel hot and both our breathing has quickened.

"So you DID send your father to threaten her, you vile woman -" *slap* and silence, my hand still in the air and Oberyn's face to the side, red already present on his left cheek.

"You hate me merely for carrying the Lannister name, I get that... what my father did to your sister is unforgivable... I may be more patience and kind than the rest of my family... but make no mistake Viper if I wanted her dead, her body would already be rotting away in an unmarked grave"

With deadly calm, that we lions share, I turned and fetched myself a glass of wine, with my back to him "I am a Lannister, always will be... I am daughter to the greatest general in all Westeros, sister to your queen and the Kingslayer...

But tomorrow I will also be your wife, why do you think I have made no move to dispose of that whore? I want to make this marriage tolerable, and that won't happen if I accidentally make your mistress disappear"

I hear him scoff behind me, so I turn to face a very amused Oberyn "What marriage? This is but a business transaction... see you tomorrow at the sept, Lioness" the last word he spit as if it burned him to say it and he turned and walked away, slamming the door.

I one go I empty my wine and reach for more "Oh Viper you have no idea who you are messing with... you will hear my roar husband"

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