Oberyn is challenged to a duel by a jealous suitor who claims to have been in love with you.

You beg Oberyn not to go through with it, but he does, fighting for you.

Some swearing and violence.

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

"Oberyn, no! Please!" You're pleading with him, as tears fall from your eyes. He doesn't have to agree to this ridiculous duel. Sir McCain was always jealous of Oberyn and he knew that Oberyn had your heart.

And he couldn't stand the thought of Oberyn having you all to himself. You throw yourself down at Oberyn's feet, begging. He kneels down and gently grasps your hands in his.

He gently kisses you and it only makes you cry harder. No, won't let anything happen to the only man you ever truly loved.

"No harm shall befall me, my little one. Ssh. Please don't cry." Oberyn wraps his arms around you and you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

Oberyn gently kisses your cheek, before gently pulling you back and rising up. You try to grab for him, but Oberyn moves. He asks your maid to attend to you.

You scream out Oberyn's name as he slips out of your bedchambers and heads to prepare for this unnecessary diel, which will most likely end horribly.

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

You fear you'll faint away as you watch this ridiculous display of power. Sir McCain is one of the best swordsmen in the country. Oberyn isn't terrible, although he certainly isn't as skilled with a sword.

"The fight is one to the death," some hideous little man is stating. You want to rush over and slap him until he shuts his damn mouth.

Oberyn looks confident and your stomach is churning and dipping. You fear your breakfast, what little you force down, will come back up again.

"All right, gentlemen! Begin!" The two men step closer to one another and they're swords clash, iron against iron. You never take your eyes off of Oberyn.

He's doing quite well. But then again, so is Sir McCain. They battle for what seems like ages. You keep holding your breath and squeezing your maid's hand tightly.

"Just give up!" Oberyn orders.

"Never!" Sir McCain sneers. "The princess will be mine! And if I have to kill you in order to do it, then I that's what I have to!"

"I HATE YOU!!" You scream at him. "I'll never love you! The only one I'll ever love is Prince Oberyn!"

Oberyn smirks, looking pleased and smug. Sir McCain lips twist into a nasty grin.

"We shall see about that, you little bitch! When Prince Oberyn's body will be lying there, rotting!"

You glare at him. Such a nasty and odious little man! You look at Oberyn, who bows slightly in your direction.

"Destroy him, my prince." Oberyn grins.

"As my lady requests."

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

Things were going in Oberyn's favor until...Sir McCain tripped him and Oberyn fell backwards, losing his grip on his sword. You scream as Sir McCain stands, hovering over Oberyn, sword ready to stab into him.

Oberyn is too quick and jumps up, snatching up his sword and swings it mightily at Sir McCain, the tip of Oberyn's sword, slicing through his lower abdomen and he cries out, falling.

"If you surrender now, I shall spare your miserable life. On one condition."

Sir McCain is lying on the ground, his fists clenched against his bloody abdomen and gasps in pain. He slowly nods, acceptance Oberyn's condition.

"You shall never harass my princess again. And you break that promise, I shall kill you. Am I making myself understood on this matter?"

Sir McCain nods and Oberyn walks away from him and you run into his arms, clinging to him. Oberyn holds you protectively and kisses you.

"Oh, my sweet Oberyn. I'm so pleased you're all right." Oberyn grins.

"I will always fight for you, my beautiful princess."