Pedro Pascal+characters one shots part 2

You're Oberyn's wife and you've been feeling a little neglected of late and you feel like Oberyn doesn't love you as he once did.

He proves to you that you're wrong

Mostly swearing some bedroom talk, but nothing overly graphic

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You lie in the huge, comfortable bed, unwilling to make yourself leave this safe sanctuary. You already know that Oberyn isn't in the bed next to you and suddenly a flood of tears rush out

You soak your pillow and it only fuels your rage against Oberyn. He doesn't even care, you think bitterly as you wrestle with your inner angust

The bedroom door is opened and a servant girl enters, bringing in a tray filled with delicious looking and smelling foods.

You have no appetite and quickly wave for the girl to take the tray away. She does and you close your eyes, allowing your grief to consume you as you fall back into a blissful sleep

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Sounds as if voices shouting, awaken you. You feel like clubbing whoever it is over the head. How dare they disturb your only means of escaping reality.

You reluctantly tear yourself away from the bed and hurry to the door, ready to give whoever it is a good tongue lashing.

Before you reach the door, it's flung open, nearly colliding with your face. You jump out of the way just in time.

It's... Oberyn. His gaze sweeps over your appearance and he comes closer to you. You put your hands out in front of you, refusing to allow Oberyn to make any sort of contact with you.

"My beloved, what is this?" Oberyn's voice is gentle and kind. You're tempted to slap him

"As if you care!" You snap angrily. "You're much too busy screwing around to be concerned with me!"

You head back to the bed and climb into it, wrapping the thick blankets around your body. Oberyn comes to stand by the bed and tries to caress your cheek.

You slap at his hand and roll away from him. You feel the bed sink slightly under his weight as he settles there and sighs softly.

"I know I'm nothing but a disappointment to you. And that I'm a selfish bastard, who often only thinks of myself. But I do love you."

Oberyn slides closer to you and gathers you into his arms and you collapse against his chest, sobbing

"Oh, my sweet girl. I humbly beg your forgiveness. Although I know I don't deserve it."

Oberyn is gently stroking your hair as you cling to him. Ooh, if only he wasn't so damned charming and handsome and gentle.

You hadn't really wanted to become his wife. You'd fought against your growing affection for him, as you came to know him more.

Oberyn pleaded his case quite well. He stated that he couldn't live without you. That even though he could be unfaithful, his heart would always belong to only you.

Bullshit. He'd only said that shit so he could have his own way with you. You move away from Oberyn's arms and he leans in to kiss you.

You place your hand up, halting his ridiculous affectionate. You curl up under the blankets and tell Oberyn to be in his way.

"No," Oberyn says stubbornly. "You're to get up. I'm taking you out." Oberyn slides off of the bed and rings for the servant girl, who was in here, only moments ago.

"Get my wife prepared to go leave the palace," Oberyn orders. "And be quick about it!"

He turns his attention to you.

"You're to come, Y/N, he says, his voice still laced with authority. "Do not be difficult."

Oberyn strides out of the room and you can faintly hear him shouting out orders for your departure.

You reluctantly leave the warm sanctuary of the bed and allow the servant girl to assist you in preparing for Oberyn's ridiculous outing.

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Oberyn refuses to disclose the location of your outing. For all you know, he's leading you to your demise so he can go back and screw that servant girl.

You know you're not treating Oberyn fairly. But when should that matter? He hardly treats you fairly. Yes, he can be charming and gentle and kind.

He can also be cruel and devious and unforgiving. He's always going on rants about other royals and how terrible they are, as if somehow he's better.

Not likely. He's just as bad as the rest of them. You glance over at Oberyn, who appears to be lost in deep thought over something. Perhaps he's deciding which servant to screw when you return back at the palace.

The carriage rolls to a stop and the footman is quick to open the carriage doors and Oberyn exits, stretching out his hand to assist you down.

You take his hand and ascent from the carriage and you look around at your surroundings. You're somewhat shocked.

You're at a beautiful lake, a stone shelter not far away. The servants quickly set up a feast in the stone shelter as Oberyn gently leads you closer to the lake.

It's absolutely breath taking out here. The lake appears to sparkle as the sun reflects off of it and there's a gentle breeze blowing through the tree tops.

"Oh, Oberyn!" You exclaim in delight, briefly forgetting your anger towards him. "It's beautiful!"

Oberyn comes closer and gathers you into his arms for the second time that day.

"I did this for you, my love," he murmurs softly in your ear. "I did it, because of in spite of your harsh feelings towards me, I still do love you. So much."

Oberyn gently kisses you and for a while, you decide to release your anger towards him and just enjoy being with him.

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Oberyn keeps you at the lake for a good while. He even manages to convince you to come for a swim in the lake.

You do, but the water is so icy cold that you can't bear staying in there for long.

As the servants begin to start cleaning everything up and packing it away, Oberyn holds you close to him.

"Do you believe me now when I tell you that I still love you?"

"Actions speak louder than words, Oberyn," you say. "Don't think that this little outing has made up for all your wrongdoings towards me."

"I understand, my sweet." Oberyn helps you up into the carriage before climbing in himself and settling down beside you.

"I'll do better. You have my word."

"Will you stay with me tonight, Oberyn?" You ask softly, gently clutching the front of his robe.

"I shall."

"All night?" Oberyn's body goes rigid. You thought as much. You release your hold on him, turning away to gaze out the carriage.

You feel his hand on your thigh. Of course, he thinks he can seduce you into allowing him to have his own way again.

"I will. Please, Y/N, don't keep shutting me out."

You turn. Oberyn looks wounded. You sigh. Damn him.

"Then don't you shut me out, Oberyn. Please. I need you so."

Oberyn leans in, capturing your lips with his.

"I won't." You don't believe him. But you'll not push him away when he's trying to do right by you.

"I love you, my prince," you whisper as Oberyn holds you.

"As I love you, my princess."