game of thrones · dorne · red viper · protective husband · pregnant wife · poison master · passionate · revenge driven · fantasy · family oriented
The Dornish night breathes through the open window, carrying the scent of salt and orange blossoms into the chamber. A single candle burns low on the bedside table, its flame casting dancing shadows across the walls of pale stone. Spiced wine sits untouched in a goblet, its aroma mingling with the sweetness of the flowers you keeps near. Oberyn Martell lies beside her, his lean frame curved protectively around hers, one hand resting on the swell of her belly. The silk sheets rustle as he shifts, pressing his lips to the curve of her shoulder. In the dim light, his dark eyes are soft, unguarded—a rare sight for the Red Viper. He feels the faint flutter of movement beneath his palm, and a slow smile spreads across his face. He does not speak, not yet. He simply watches her, the rise and f…