Summary:  While in an uncomfortable, unwanted marriage to Jamie Lannister, you end up falling for someone else...

Warnings: Mentions of incest? And sleeping around. None of this is in any way good or praise worthy! I do not agree with either of those things at ALL but it's part of the Game of Throne universe so...*shrugs* it's hard to avoid.

A/N: I know, I've been SUPER inactive in this book! I've not given up on Pedro Pascal, I just recently fell in love with Tom Cruise and because we've been binging the Mentalist, Patrick Jane has kinda taken over my life so...what can a girl do? I'm waiting to meet Marcus Pike in the Mentalist so I can write a proper One-Shot about him. I did him in a Jane centered one in my Patrick Jane One-Shots book. If you're interested it's called, Jealous Jane (ft. Marcus Pike). Lastly, because I'm struggling for ideas for this book, PLEASE REQUEST! I would love to hear some people's awesome ideas! Thanks for reading and without further ado, onto the One-Shot...

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The worst thing that's ever happened to you is the one thing you'll never escape no matter how hard you try. Your father - without your permission or knowledge - married you off to a Lannister; Jamie Lannister. Not only had you heard rumors of his once incestral relationship with his older sister Cersei, but meeting your new betrothed face to face proved that he was arrogant, greedy, and flat out boring. He could fight, he could kiss, he could do everything anyone could do but he lacked personality. You had to kiss him the day you were married, but you hadn't let him touch you on your night.

Each time he tried to capture your attention with his lips or hands or any part of him, you made a stupid excuse and fled.

Jamie Lannister disgusted you.

And somehow he hadn't figured it out yet!

"(Y/n)," Jamie calls out.

You turn your head enough to see him leaning against the doorway to your bedchambers, his tunic hanging low and a pleading look in his eyes. Jamie Lannister is extremely handsome, as well as seductive and possessive, but nothing he ever does ignites the fire you're supposed to feel. If anything, a cold wave of fear washes over you. You grimace. Jamie saunters forward, stopped at your side. You go back to the book you've been reading and feel Jamie rest his chin on top of your head. A shiver runs down your scalp and down your spine. Suddenly you can't breathe.

To make it worse, Jamie runs his fingers down your neck.

"(Y/n)...." He whispers.

"Yes?"

"Come to bed."

You look up at him.

Biggest mistake of your life.

Jamie's eyes light up, then darken, and in three seconds he's bent down to kiss you. Luckily your reflexes kick in and you avert your gaze. Jamie's lips brush your cheek. He hasn't even done anything and already his chest is heaving. A small part of you pities him. He wants his wife to be with him, like a real wife should. But you can't. You just can't. Not with Jamie, and maybe, not with any man! Maybe you aren't cut out for the romance you once dreamed of.

"I...I forgot something..." You stutter as you wriggled out from under Jamie and hurry to the door. You can feel his burning gaze on your back but you force your eyes ahead and leave your suite, fleeing down the hall and out into the open walkways at the Red Keep. Eventually, you come to the end of the path where there's a rounded balcony overlooking the ocean. It's then that you crumple into a heap and pull your knees to your chest, letting tears as salty as the sea slip down your cheeks. "What am I going to do?"

"(Y/n) (Y/L/N)..." A richly accented voice murmurs.

Your head whips towards the new voice just as a figure emerges from the shadows. It's a man. He wears a long tunic of canary yellow with multiple of the Martell suns stitched on. He has an interesting face, a handsome one. You can't make out much in the darkness but you can't seem to tear your eyes away from what you can see; facial hair tracing his sharp jawline and just above his perfectly formed lips; short cut dark hair and eyes the color of the earth. The Martell notices your staring and smirks to himself. You frown and that's when his gaze softens.

"My lady...why are you crying?"

"It's really none of your concern," You reply. "But I appreciate your asking."

"Is it this place?" The Martell practically spits.

You chew your lip. "Somewhat."

"Then I understand," the Martell nods and comes to your side, resting his elbows on the stone rail instead of sitting on the floor where you are. "I too miss my home, back in Dorne, where we don't have all these Hell beats Westeros calls Lannisters."

For the first time in days, you laugh. A pleased smile spreads on the Martell's face and you can't help but smile back.

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember your name." You admit.

The Martell nods acceptingly and bends down to take your hand. You let him. Your breathing becomes sharp when his skin meets yours. His hands are rough, but not terrifying like Jamie's. When he raises the back of your hand to his lips, you don't pull your arm to your side to turn and run, you sit excitedly, holding your breath until he presses the most gentle of kisses to your skin. Warmth erupts in your hand and burns down your veins down into your stomach. Even in the dark you are certain he can see the red dusting your cheeks.

"My name is Oberyn Martell, but you may know me as the Red Viper."

"Oh, yes," You chuckle. "I remember now."

Jamie once mentioned an Oberyn, the great Red Viper of Dorne who was infamous for quick, clever kills in the arena and also sleeping with half of Westeros. Despite Jamie's Sin, Oberyn's...it disturbs you, but not nearly as much as Jamie's.

Well, he didn't sleep with his sister.

"You are a Lannister now...if I remember correctly," Oberyn says.

"I will never be a Lannister," You seeth. "My father decided my life for me. He doesn't get the satisfaction of changing who I am."

"So you didn't choose Jamie then? Why not?" Oberyn raises a brow, looking amused at your outburst. "Do you find him attractive?"

"Yes, and no."

"Why no?"

"Because...because he slept with Cersei," You blurt.

Oberyn's eyes go wide. His lips curl into a self righteous smirk and he begins to laugh quietly, shaking his head as though he doesn't quite believe it. You frown again, not sure if you like Oberyn so much as you did a few minutes earlier.

"Everyone does something they shall be hated for. I for one have made many enemies," Oberyn meets your gaze. "In bed and in the arena."

"Why? Why do you...why do you sleep with so many people if you won't even see them ever again? Why?"

"Let's just say I haven't found a person I'd trade for all of Westeros," Oberyn's answer is soft, directed towards the night sky. "And what about you? Would you trade Jamie Lannister for all the world? For any other man?"

"No," You sigh. "I..."

Before you confess the darkness in your heart, you look deep into Oberyn Martell's eyes. Yes, they're a rich, bottomless brown but there's light in them. A warm shine that the coldness inside Jamie's eyes doesn't have. Oberyn has personality, he has spirit and he has a sense of humor. He manages to make you feel personally violated and accepted all at once and it's addicting. Jamie had never made you feel so appreciated. He always wants your body or your kisses or your assistance with something but Oberyn wants to hear you. Your words, your thoughts and opinions. He answers your questions.

He's gazing at you now. Imploring you to finish.

You decide to trust the Red Viper.

"I can't kiss him."

Oberyn smiles shrewdly.

"I'm afraid."

The smile falters. Oberyn's eyes soften and he sinks down beside you, resting his back against the wall.

"Then be wary...a woman's senses are never wrong about a man."

The two of you sit silently, lost in your own thoughts as the night wanes around you. You begin to grow cold and stuff your hands under the folds in your dress to keep the chill at bay. Oberyn is quick to notice your shivers and does the gentlemanly thing by pulling off his outer layer, the long, yellow tunic adorned with the Martell suns. He offers you his hand and you take it, riding his pull until you're on your feet again. Tenderly, Oberyn drapes his tunic about your shoulders and fastens it on. You sigh under the sudden warmth. Somehow the Red Viper must have taken the warmth of his country with him under his tunic.

Oberyn's hands smooth out the fabric over your shoulders and slowly trace the bronze plated sun there. You watch from the corner of your eye as his fingers, thin and nimble, touch the symbol. His House mark.

"I'll escort you back, if you so desire."

"I do," You reply, with more conviction that you could at your wedding.

Side by side, Oberyn guides you back to you and Jamie's room down the long hall of guest quarters. All of a sudden, your feet are stuck to the ground. You can't seem to make them move. Your gut coils up. Bile churns in your stomach and rises up a part of your esophagus. You press your eyes shut. You can't go back with Jamie, it all feels so horrid and wrong and you simply can't. Whatever your father had in mind, it was foolish. His plan to link your House and the Lannisters had failed and it was all because of your strange aversion. Was it the first time jitters?

What was it that so disturbed you?

"My lady?"

"I can't, Oberyn." You choke in some fresh air. "I don't understand," Oberyn's brow furrows, but he slides closer, examining you carefully.

"What don't you understand?"

"Me. What I feel. I'm scared and disgusted by my own husband, what does that mean? I've never been with anyone so...maybe it's because this is all new-"

"No." Oberyn's tone is sharp.

Heat floods your face and you look away, only to feel a finger cup your chin and pull your head back around. Immediately your eyes meet Oberyn's. His face is shadowy, shaded by the inconsistent torchlight. Even then, you feel as though you're seeing him for the very first time, more clear than before. Your lungs constrict, your heart thumps unnaturally and your legs are weak but you don't have the urge to vomit or run. If anything, you want him to hold you, to keep you upright.

"Will it always feel wrong when I kiss someone?" You whisper.

"You tell me."

How can you tell him when his hands take your face, bringing it the smallest amount of space towards his own and then he crashes his lips to yours. Unlike the wedding kiss, you don't seize up. You losen. Your entire body relaxes as if it's overcome by some foreign drug. A fire grows in your belly, snaking down your legs and ending at your toes, climbing up your chest and burning red on your cheeks. But it's nothing compared to the wonderful warmth on your mouth. The rough yet lovely texture of Oberyn's lips on yours, dancing to a rhythm you've never known and can move to without flaw. His hands join in, stroking your cheek and slipping into your hair. You gasp. Oberyn - true to his arena name - is fast. His tongue comes against yours and you can't stifle your moan.

Oberyn slowly backs you against the wall.

When he breaks the heated kiss for air, you find your lips puffy and stinging. Your body is vibrating.

"Wrong?" Oberyn inquires.

"Right as a thousand Hells," You breathe.

Oberyn's smirk is genuine. He rubs his thumb on your swollen lips. His finger falls down your chin, your neck, and tugs at the neckline of your dress.

"Would you consider making a trade, my flower?"

Oh being called someone's anything has never sounded so arousing.

"I have nothing to trade."

"Your husband," Oberyn hovers his mouth over yours. "For me?"

"Deal."

There's no way you're giving up on something that for the first time in your life, feels unequivocally right...