You've heard a lot about the infamous Oberyn Martell. He ends up at a feast that your father is throwing and you come face to face with him.

Oberyn is smitten by you and you end up smitten by him as well.

Some talk of sleeping around and some minor swearing.

...........

You've heard plenty about Prince Oberyn Martell. Of how handsome, charming, bold and fearless he is.

Yet you've never laid eyes on him before. That is until this moment. Your father, who is a lord and has quite a bit of power himself, decided to throw this lavish feast and extended an invitation to the prince.

You really didn't expect Oberyn to accept the invitation. Your father has invited Oberyn to events in the past and he never showed.

You thought that perhaps he was bored with his exciting lifestyle and also perhaps a little curious about your family.

Oberyn radiates power and confidence. He walks with a swagger that proves he's every bit of the prince that he truly is.

His gaze immediately falls on...you. Your face burns with embarrassment and Oberyn's eyes crinkle, his entire face lit up.

You feel like a piece of meat that someone wants and can't wait to devour. And quickly.

Oberyn strides closer to you and your family. Your father greets him properly and Oberyn acts as though he has no time to be bothered with him.

He comes to you and bows almost mockingly, as he takes your hand and kisses your hand. You give him a look that would have stopped a lion in their tracks.

Oberyn is immediately taken aback by your brash demeanor. He stares at you, the cocky look wiped completely off his handsome face. You suddenly find that you can't look away from him.

"I would be honored, my beautiful girl, if you would dance with me." His voice is lower than you expected. And deep. Something within you stirs.

"I suppose I shall, my prince." Oberyn's face lights up once again. He grasps your dainty hand, leading you to the floor and you slowly dance in time to the music.

"You're not what I expected," Oberyn says softly, his gaze boring into yours.

"You're exactly as I expected," you say. Oberyn chuckles softly.

"My reputation proceeds me then."

"Aren't you the brash one, your highness." Oberyn doesn't reply. You wish you could read his thoughts.

"I am bold and brash," Oberyn says. You study him. You don't know what to say.

"I know I'm not a good man. I do...things that others would consider...sinful and nasty. They're not wrong."

"Why do you do it?" You ask bluntly.

"I suppose it's because I want to." This answer doesn't surprise you. You figured that Prince Oberyn would make a statement such as that.

"That was an unexpected answer." Oberyn chuckles.

"You're mocking me, aren't you."

"As a matter of fact, I am. Are you going to have me beheaded for my insolence?" You ask.

Oberyn dips his head down closer to yours, his dark eyes dancing with mischief.

"No. I'd rather...kiss you instead. May I?"

The music ends and you step back, dropping your hands to your side.

"Ask me again after we've feasted, my prince."

...............

The feast is delightful. The food is magnificent and your father has some entertainment brought in. Some magicians, of a sort.

Everyone is quite pleased and seems to be enjoying themselves. Prince Oberyn is seated directly across from you.

His gaze is smouldering and it makes you feel things about him that you wish you weren't.

After you finish, Oberyn is rising from his seat, coming straight for you. He tightly grasps your hands, pulling you out on to the balcony of your lavish manor house.

You both stand there, looking down at everything. There are some glittering lights from the candles that had been lit throughout the valley.

The moon is full and bright. You feel light as air. Oberyn turns to you, a look of complete vulnerability on his handsome face. You want him to kiss you.

"May I kiss you now, Y/N?" Oberyn's voice is low and soothing. You don't answer him. Instead, you raise yourself up on your tip toes and...press your lips to his.

Oberyn gently grasps your body, holding you against his. Your entire body is tingling with pleasure. You wonder if Oberyn's is the same.

Oberyn smiles gently at you. You smile, too and kiss him again.

"Now that was unexpected." You chuckle softly.

"I guess it was. Although no one is as mysterious as you, Prince Oberyn."

He dips his head down closer to yours once again.

"No, my beauty. That would be you. Your very presence is alluring."

"Surely you jest, my prince."

"I would never jest, my beauty. I would be damned if I did."

"You're bold, Oberyn. I admire that in a man." Oberyn grins mischievously.

"Do you now?"

"Indeed. May..May we see each other again?"

"I would love to. Unless your father has objections?" You grin.

"Then he would be damned." Oberyn laughs.

"Unfortunately, I must be on my way, Y/N. Thank you for a delightful evening. I promise to call on you again soon."

"You'd better keep your word, Prince Oberyn. Or I might have to do something sinful to you."

Oberyn's eyes darken with desire and he kisses you passionately once again before leaving.

Who would have thought that you'd be so taken in by such a scoundrel as Prince Oberyn Martell?