SkylessKnights

 “Oberyn, I know that I have been slightly remiss since we left Tarth and although our weddings have been more beautiful than I ever imagined they would be, I have felt taut as the hours have waned down to this moment. As husband and wife I know that we have a duty to consummate our union but I have never…” Her words trailed off as she bowed her head in embarrassment, ashamed of the reality of her confession. But soon she pulled herself together and forced her eyes to meet his own, her gaze unwavering and resolute. “I think I am ready now…so if you must take me, then take me. I am yours this night.” The Prince fell silent after that, an act that made Brienne question if she was right in revealing such truth. But she soon realised that his silence was not motivated by displeasure but bewilderment.    “Do you think that I have craved you solely for martial duty? Your body alone inspires such impatience that I must fill my dreams at night in order to satisfy my hunger. Your lips tease me every time you speak that I must restrain my desire to consume them during every conversation. You, Brienne, are a walking distraction and I have found myself unable to focus since meeting you.” | As Oberyn and Brienne's wedding day arrives, the noble houses of Westeros flock to Dorne to get a first glimpse of the unlikely couple, some for more guileful reasons than others. But as the festivities continue into the evening, Brienne starts to become nervous towards a martial duty that looms closer as the night deepens - the consummation of their marriage.

  “If I told you that your offer was something I still wanted, would that interest you, in spite of today's events?” There was a vulnerability in her eyes that he had not seen before, her azure gaze full of desperation and guilt. But as the Prince brought his finger to her lips and traced the curve of her mouth slowly, such feelings were replaced with a craving hunger, a hidden want rising to the surface.   “Address me as your betrothed and see for yourself.” His request evoked an enticing delight, the knowledge of such power being bestowed upon a single word intriguing Brienne, even more so because it was to be uttered from her own lips, her mouth more potent than the spells used in the old city of Valaria. So, eager to see the results of such verbalism, she drank him in and uttered it slowly.    “ Oberyn …” | Synopsis: After promising to aid in the fight against the Golden Company, Prince Oberyn is surprised to find out that his betrothed as become rather hesitant towards their union, but her reasons for such indifference are more demure than they seem.

Picking up a single-bladed spear from the array of weapons, the Prince twirled the staff in hands and approached the centre of the coliseum. “I once heard a rumour that you would only accept an offer of marriage if the man asking could defeat you in combat,” he said before tucking the spear under his arm and bowing deeply. “Allow me to put that challenge to the test.” Brienne could not stop herself from grinning, his provocation reminding her of an oath that she once made to herself so many years ago. “You have no armour on, sire.” “Neither do you.” Synopsis: Ever since she was a young girl, Brienne had made it very clear to many of her potential suitors that she would never accept their offer of marriage unless they could defeat her in battle. So what happens when the Prince of Dorne takes her up on that challenge?

You’d still win, but I’d give it a shot.