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The Known World: Words of Dorne and Words of the Stormlands 

Long before the coming of the First Men, all of Westeros belonged to the elder races - the children of the forest and the giants (and, some say, the Others, the terrifying “white walkers” of the Long Night). The children made their homes in the vast primeval forest that once stretched from Cape Wrath to Cape Kraken, north of the Iron Islands (today all that remains of this great wood are the kingswood and the rainwood), and the giants in the foothills of the Red Mountains and along the rugged stony spine of Massey’s Hook. Unlike the later Andals, who came to Westeros by sea, the First Men made their way from Essos across the great land bridge we now call the Broken Arm of Dorne, so Dorne and the Stormlands were the first parts of Westeros to know the steps of man.

         - [A World of Ice and Fire] The Stormlands : The Coming of the First Men 

The Silver Viper

Request from @intxthing :
The reader is half Dornish and half Westerosi (her mother was Dornish and her father was Westerosi). She can be a servant girl or royalty, doesn’t matter. She comes to Kings Landing to work/live in the Red Keep during a celebration or something when Oberyn is visiting. And Jaime and Oberyn both notice her because of her unique Dornish/Westerosi look. The rest is up to you!

Jaime Lannister X Reader X Oberyn Martell

A/N: I hope you like it! With love, Kat

Words: 1914

People always asked you where you hailed from, because of your unique features. Your mother was Lady Allyrion of Dorne, and your father was Lord Buckler of the Stormlands. You weren’t sure how exactly your family came to be, all you knew is that you were technically royalty. Since you lived in Dorne your whole life, you kept your mother’s surname. You were Lady Y/N Allyrion of Godsgrace, Dorne. You had the dark hair and olive skin of the Dornish, but the light eyes and the petite build of those from the Stormlands. You also had a streak of silver hair that began towards the front of your head near your part and was visible no matter how your hair was done.

You were en route to Kings Landing to attend the royal wedding with your septa and your guards in tow. This would be your first time to Kings Landing, and you were sure you would get countless questions about your heritage because you didn’t look Dornish or Westerosi, you looked like an incredible mixture of the two. On occasion people even thought you were from Essos or Meereen or even Braavos, simply because they couldn’t place your distinct combination of features.

“Lady Y/N” your septa snapped you from your deep thoughts to tell you that you were coming up on the gates of Kings Landing. It was a beautiful place, with it’s long, slender streets and alleyways and the castle was something that could only be described as immense. It was easily three times the size of your castle in Godsgrace and the spires looked like they touched the sky.

Walking up to the large, wooden doors of the castle, your guards introduced you to the two men of the Kingsguard who were in front of the door. Upon hearing your name, they opened the doors and stepped aside so you could walk in. You would never get tired of the sound of your shoes clicking across the stone floor in the large, empty hallway of the castle. The way the ceiling was arched and the size of the windows made every footstep sound like a symphony. More men of the Kingsguard led you through the Red Keep to a large hall where the royalty and many of their guests were sitting and talking. It was a large meeting to introduce the King and future Queen as well as inform everyone of the events of the next week that will be occurring. Weddings were a big deal in the Faith of the Seven, highly ritualized and generally made a large affair. Especially the royal wedding.

The hand of the King, a man named Jaime Lannister, came to greet you at the door.
“Lady Y/N” he bent slightly to pull your hand into his and kiss your knuckles. Apparently this was custom in the Crownlands because he was the third man to treat you this way. Greetings were much more physical in Dorne, with hugs and kisses on both cheeks being normal.
“Ser Jaime” you curtsied, smiling at him. He was a handsome man, tall in stature with the signature blonde Lannister hair and a jawline that could cut stone. You had heard much about his skills as a fighter and could tell by his build that he was muscular, but lean, and very active.

Jaime brought you over to his family to meet everyone.
“Lady Y/N, this is my sister Cersei, who is Queen regent” he gestured to a beautiful woman who would be even more so if she didn’t have a perpetual scowl on her face.
“This is my nephew, King Joffrey” he gestured to a boy who could nearly be twins with his mother, matching scowl and all.
“Your grace” you curtsied, smiling at him.
“You did not tell me Lady Allyrion was so beautiful, uncle” Joffrey said while waving a hand around, talking to Jaime but his eyes never leaving you. You blushed and immediately curtsied again, the King had just called you beautiful,
“Thank you, your grace” you smiled and he smiled back. The boy wasn’t so bad when he didn’t look angry, but you’d heard from many people that he had quite the temper and was a bit of brat. But honestly what more can you expect from a boy who grew up as rich as the Lannisters, was spoiled to death by his mother, and King at such a young age.

You were excused from the King and Jaime led you towards a table that was currently occupied by other people of Dorne, with one seat left for yourself.
“The introductions and information will begin in a few moments, Lady Y/N. For now, feel free to talk to the other guests” Jaime smiled at you, letting his hand rest on the small of your back as he led you to the table. The gesture seemed a bit too physical for a Westerosi custom, but you brushed it off as Ser Jaime being kind.

Before you could sit, a pair of large arms were wrapped around your waist from behind and kisses were being placed on both of your cheeks.
“Lady Y/N Allyrion, my it has been far too long” you heard a husky voice say next to your ear. You knew who it was from the voice, so before you turned around you said,
“Prince Oberyn, it has indeed been too long” and you spun around to wrap your arms around his neck. While you were hugging him, you made eye contact with Jaime Lannister, who seemed to have his jaw clenched tight and the hand that was not holding on to his sword was fisted in a ball at his side. Anger flashed in his eyes before he realized you were looking at him with an eyebrow raised in confusion and he simply cleared his throat and looked away, trying not to notice you and Oberyn in your embrace. When you pulled back, Oberyn was smiling at you. The two of you knew one another well, since Godsgrace and Sunspear were both on the peninsula of Dorne and were not too far from one another, you dealt with the Martells regularly.

After the introductions, there was much talk about the wedding and how there would be feasts and jousting and plenty of festivities leading up to the wedding at the end of the week. For now, there was going to be a big feast and lots of wine.
“Prince Oberyn I’ve missed your company in Godsgrace!” you said, gesturing at him with your wine, “It gets quite lonely in that big, old castle sometimes” you laughed.
“I’ll have to come visit more often then” he smirked, “you sure have grown since the last time I saw you.” He moved to pour more wine in both of your glasses.
“I suppose that’s a compliment” you laughed.
“Trust me, my dear, it is. I almost wouldn’t have recognized you if it weren’t for your silver streak” he smiled as your hand when to the wide streak of silver hair that was hanging next to your face. You were about to compliment Oberyn back when a warm hand settled on your shoulder. You turned your head to see who it was.
“Ser Jaime” you smiled, a little too enthusiastically.
“Lady Y/N, how is everything?” he smiled at you, glancing over at Oberyn.
“Great! The food and wine are excellent!” you beamed, it was the truth, the food in the Red Keep was amazing and so was the wine.
“Excellent” Jaime smiled, “Would you like to go on my rounds with me? I can give you a tour of the castle” he extended his hand to you.
“I’d love that!” you said, taking his hand and allowing him to help you up and lead you to the door. You’d catch up with Oberyn later, after all, you had the whole week.

After Jaime led you into the hall, he spoke.
“So, Lady Y/N. You know Prince Oberyn well?” he asked, walking down the hall with one hand on his sword.
“Yes” you smiled up at him while walking next to him down the hall, “Oberyn and I both grew up in Dorne. He’s a very good friend of my family, he used to visit Godsgrace often. Not so much anymore, but hopefully that will change.”
“So you’re not together, then?” he asked, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.
“Oh my, no!” you giggled, putting a hand to your chest.
“Well then,” he stopped abruptly and turned so he was now in front of you, facing you, “might I ask if you’re seeing anyone?”
“As a matter of fact, I’m not” you said, biting your lip.

Was Jaime Lannister flirting with you? No, there’s no way. He’s the Jaime Lannister, he wouldn’t be interested in a girl like you.
“Your hair is very unique, it’s no wonder they call you the Silver Viper of Dorne” he said, a small smile playing across his face. He lifted a hand and ran his fingers over the silver streak in your hair.
“Thank you” you said, blushing and glancing at the floor, “it definitely gets attention” you laughed.
“You deserve the attention” he smiled wider now, lifting your face with his hand. He leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek that lasted a bit longer than it should have. Your blush was darker now, and a smile was spreading across your features, lighting up your face. As his lips were still resting on your cheek, someone yelling broke you two apart.
“Jaime!” you hear being called from down the hall. As you jump back from him, you see his sister Cersei round the corner.
“Oh, Jaime! I was looking for you everywhere” she said, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Come Y/N” Jaime said gesturing for you to walk with him, “let’s get back to the feast now.”

Once you returned to the hall, Prince Oberyn met eyes with you when you walked in the door and smiled.
“Hanging out with the Kingslayer, aye?” he laughed, clapping a hand on your shoulder and leading you back to your shared table.
“He was just showing me round the castle, Viper” you shot back, narrowing your eyes for a moment and then laughing.
“Is that why you only got down the second hall, Viper?” he smirked, emphasizing your shared nickname, raising his eyebrows, taunting you.
“Quit your teasing, Martell” you laughed, “He was just showing me round.”
“Oh, no no no, my dear” he chuckled, pulling you close to his chest and leaning down, putting his lips to your ear he said,
“I do believe the Kingslayer’s got it bad for you.”
Oberyn smirked as he looked over your shoulder, winking at Jaime as he did. That caused Jaime to clench his fists and tighten up his expression, but he couldn’t go up to you, he was sitting with Cersei and Joffrey.
“You jealous, Oberyn?” you leaned back to look at him, laughing.
“Maybe I am” he said proudly, puffing out his chest a little.
“Don’t worry my sweet, sweet Prince, Kingslayer’s got nothing on you. The Dornish charmer” you laughed, wrapping an arm around his waist. In response, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

The two of you walked out of the hall still holding onto one another, Jaime’s jealousy was going to have to wait. For now, you had some major catching up to do.

What Ser Daemon Sand would wear

Ser Daemon known as the Bastard of Godsgrace, is the bastard son of Ser Ryon Allyrion, the heir of House Allyrion. He is one of Dorne’s finest swords.
Daemon took Arianne Martell’s maidenhead when she was fourteen, he had not been much older so their couplings had been as clumsy as they were ardent. Still, Arianne recollects that it had been sweet. Although Arianne’s father, Prince Doran Martell eventually learned this he did not do anything. Daemon asked Doran for Arianne’s hand and was refused. He later squired for Prince Oberyn Martell and received his knighthood from the Red Viper himself. There are rumours that he also became Oberyn’s lover, though this is seldom said to his face. Things have never been the same between Arianne and Daemon after her father refused his offer for her hand.