What did he see in you? There were so many women around who were beyond gorgeous, curves in all the right places and they knew how to dress to make sure that the world knew just how perfect their body was. You however didn't tick any boxes that would be considering you beautiful. Normally you didn't care much about that, usually happy in your self-loathing but for some reason it was really getting to you today.

You had been changing into your night gown and whilst you were only in your undergarments, you had caught a glance of yourself in your mirror. With a poke of your stomach roll, you couldn't help but hate how you looked. How you had extra weight around your middle and stretch marks there, on your arms and breasts. Nothing looked as smooth and elegant as all of the women you had seen. You knew full well that you weren't the only woman that Oberyn had lain with, and you doubted you would be his last even if you were in a committed relationship, not that you were against other women in your relationship, but it didn't mean that you felt any less terrible about how you looked. He was able to have anyone in Westeros, but for some reason he chose you. You couldn't understand it.

When he walked into your shared chambers, you scrambled for your bed sheet to be able to cover yourself up.

"Are you okay?" He questioned.

It wasn't the first time he had seen you in your undergarments, he had seen you in a lot less before but now you couldn't bear having to let him look at you.

"Um... um... yes," you lied.

"Then why are you covering yourself up?" He asked.

"No reason."

He continued to give you a quizzical look until you were broken. You already felt too nervous and unloved without the confused look of the man you trusted most in the world.

"I just don't understand why you find me attractive. I thought I would save you the pain of having to see me undressed," you sighed.

"I do not understand," he said. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world."

Hesitantly you dropped the sheet to reveal your body, only in your underwear.

"With how many women you have seen, you cannot tell me you find me remotely attractive. I will never be as perfect as half of them. I must just disgust you or cause you to pity me."

Oberyn shook his head, letting his hands move to grip your full hips, his fingers digging in just enough to cause you to gasp.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now," he smirked, his eyes roaming your body.

"Please do not lie to me."

He pushed your hair from your shoulder so that he could move his lips to your earlobe.

"I have never lied to you."

With that he allowed himself to distract you from any worries, making sure you knew just how much he loved you and your body alike, washing any doubts away from you.

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Written by Charlotte.