Satine Lannister closed her emerald green eyes and basked in the sudden peace and quiet that she seemed to be deprived of when she was younger as she stood on the deck with the warm wind blowing in her long blonde curls. At the age of twenty-six, she had seen a lot of the estranged world that she was forbidden from seeing when she was only sixteen years. Satine still remembered reading the letter from her father and she could see it in the writing style of his letter that he was crossed with her because she had technically "ran away". He wondered why she had run from that place

Where she would be forced to get married and be a dutiful wife forever and ever?

Where everyone seemed to know her only by the reputation of her family?

Where everything seemed to stand still and nothing seemed to move at all? Or be as exciting as what was across the sea…

Well, could he blame her for escaping the politics and cruelty of Westeros…a land filled with so much corruption and thirst for power that it drove her away from every one of them.

Satine felt like a breath of fresh air had slapped her in the face when she came to The Free Cities. She traveled many placed while over The Narrow Sea. It was so exotic and exciting that Satine couldn't get enough of it.

She sighed heavily as she realized that she was back in Westeros for her nephew's wedding. She hated weddings because people would ask her so many questions and of course, she would answer them politely and kindly, but deep inside, she would want to punch them in the face.

It had been ten years since she had been in Westeros and she wondered what had changed. Her father and her older brother, Tyrion would always keep her updated on the events that took place, but she couldn't really trust their point of views since they were considered the villains of Westeros in a way.

Satine really wanted to get away from this place because of the fear that the people showed towards them. While her older siblings and her father had taken pride in it in, Satine didn't like that people were always so scared of her. Her life had been filled with loneliness and imprisonment in a way because her father was so protective over her and the people would do anything to get their hands on her since it was known that her father loved her the most because she shared many characteristics with her mother. She felt like she was suffocating in Westeros and so she had packed her things and made her way to the docks, planning to take a ship to The Free Cities and she never looked back.

Satine was brought out of thoughts when she heard the bells ring in the distance and she smiled at the sight before her though frowned a little bit.

Dorne.

It was the most beautiful and peaceful place Satine had visited when she was just a girl, but it had been risky since House Martell never liked House Lannister because of the events that occurred with the extinction of the Targaryens. Satine was only a girl of nine when everything changed. She never liked that innocent children were brutally killed along with their mother. She heard all the tales about her father's dog and Elia. Elia was always so sweet to Satine…she was like the mother she never had. Satine was friends with her daughter too, but then the next day, her father had taken her away from it. As a girl, she would always wonder about the reasons for why he had taken her away, but as a woman…Satine knew why and she almost hated her father for it. Almost…

The ship had docked and she knitted her brows in confusion when she saw Martell guards waiting for her. Now she had become suspicious of them. She mentally groaned because she really didn't want to fight with them and just wanted to get to the wedding and then go back home which was across the Narrow Sea.

Satine walked off of the ship with her two bags in her hands.

"My lady, welcome to Dorne," a Martell guard said to her.

Satine eyed the men, counting their heads. "Thank you. Why are you here?"

"Prince Doran instructed us to escort you to Sunspear where you will be staying with House Martell for rest."

She raised an eyebrow at that. "Of course."

She walked in front of them then swiftly; Satine had whirled around, punching another in the face. There were six men and that seemed all too easy for her. She tripped one of them as she took his spear and whacked the other's heads and then took the hilt of her sword, slamming it into their foreheads. They all fell down like rag dolls.

It was their fault really…my older brother trained me better than them, but the Braavosi men made me greater.

Satine calmly picked up her bags walking to the horses as she whistled a tune. She went to the stallions and stroked their coats. She smiled softly at them when a black-haired one leaned into her touch.

"He liked you," a smooth accented voice said from behind her.

Satine turned around ad was faced with a very beautiful man and that says a lot coming from her, the girl who doesn't depend on appearances persay. The man standing in front of her had a lined face with thin eyebrows, black eyes and a sharp nose. His hair was lustrous and black with only a few silver streaks and recedes from his brow into a widow's peak. He was tall and seemed confident, but not to confident to where it would frighten a woman away probably a man though. He wore golden attire with red mixed into it which meant by the silks he wore, he was someone important though she couldn't see a sigil on his lean muscular body.

She smiled and replied, "I'm good with animals. They're so much easier than people in my opinion."

He came forward and stroked the coat as well standing by her. "I agree. Sometimes they can be very stupid."

Satine laughed softly and then asked, "Why are you here in the stables? Shouldn't you be off courting some lady…or be with your wife if you have one that is?"

The black-haired stranger laughed and watched with interest as she circled around the stallion to the other side so that she was across from him. "What makes you say that?"

"Your clothes," she said simply. "They just scream 'Lord'."

"Is that what you think?" She nodded. "Alright then who are you? What do they call you?"

"They call me many things." She replied softly. "But I do not answer to any of them."

"Give me your name then, beautiful girl and I will decide if what they say about you is true."

She smirked. "If I gave you my name then you would be cheating."

"Are we playing a game now?" He said and he realized that they were circling each other like predators ready to attack. He found some type of comfort in that knowledge.

"Yes."

"Good. I love games especially with a beautiful woman."

"If I am so beautiful then you best be afraid of me."

"Why is that?"

"Because appearances can be very deceiving," she told him.

"I love a challenge and you, my little bird are definitely one to figure out."

"Your little bird?" She questioned amusingly. "My father would not be happy if he found out you tried to claim me."

"Overprotective father?"

"Yes, he can be quite…drastic at times, but I like to use the term dramatic more for him."

"He must love you very dearly."

She shrugged. "I guess, but I ran away from this place."

"Why?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she mused.

"My curiosity gets the best of me along with my temper as well."

"I sadly have that same temper though my family knows to stay out of my way when I'm on a war path which happens to be everyday," she chuckled.

He smiled, his teeth pearly white and straight. "Then the saying about an angry woman is true which is that Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, yes?"

"Yes, I guess it is."

"You're being very mysterious and vague at this moment purposely…why?"

She didn't answer him as she mounted the stallion, swinging her leg over and grabbing on the saddle's head just like Jaime had taught her. Jaime had taught me many things…some things that I shouldn't have been taught, but he did it anyways so that I could learn faster than others.

He didn't bother concealing his lustful eyes at the sight of her long tanned legs which were on display as she sat on the saddle. His eyes traveled up her body and he seemed to like the way the dress she wore fit her like a second skin, showing her shoulders, back, and arms, but her breasts were concealed from his eyes. She was beautiful with her long golden curls that went down her back and her square shaped face.

"You should learn to control your wondering eyes, my lord…for they may get you into trouble someday," she warned.

He didn't say anything, but only watched as she gave him a wink then turned the horse around, riding away, her hair flying in the wind.

Oberyn smiled and he secretly hoped that they would cross paths again. He then made it his mission to find out her name and who she was.

Meanwhile as she rode further away from the stables and away from Dorne, she heard the sound of hooves behind her. She looked behind her and saw the sigil on their breastplates. Shit! House Martell.

Satine nudged her horse a little and he sped up his pace. She could hear them coming closer and closer. I will be dammed if I let those snakes catch me. I am a Lannister-a Lion. I do not bow down.

TBC…

Well, that's the first chapter and I hope you guys like it. Credit to MrsChaolWestfall for ideas for this story. We both are gonna combine our ideas for this story so I really hope that you guys REVIEW, FOLLOW, AND FAVORITE THIS STORY IMMEDIATELY! Hahaha, just kidding. But seriously, review, follow, favorite if you want. Will see how this story goes and definitely more to come. This is set before Season 4 and OC looks like Lily James.

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