Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

Till Death (Oberyn Martell)

Summary: Oberyn saves a girl from being attacked, so she returns the favor.

A/N - I'm actually pretty proud of this one-shot. Especially the end.

Oberyn was walking through the streets of Kings Landing when he heard a woman scream. He pulled out his dagger and rounded the corner.

Three men stood in front of a small blonde.

"C'mon honey. You know you need the money." One of the men pawed at her skirts.

"Take your hands off of me!"

"I believe the lady asked you to leave her alone," Oberyn said.

The men scoffed. "She's no lady."

"Be that as it may, taking someone against their own will is considered distasteful in most parts of the Seven Kingdoms. Someone giving you their body is a gift."

"And who exactly are you?"

"I am Oberyn Martell, Prince of Dorne."

"Well, you're not my prince."

"Have it your way then."

The men charged at Oberyn and he fought them off elegantly.

Elinore had heard stories of the Red Viper. Everyone had.

He was agile, despite his age, but that didn't make him any less beautiful to watch.

The three men soon lay prone on the cobblestones.

Oberyn sheathed his dagger and walked over to the girl.

"Thank you, Prince Oberyn," she said.

"Please, just Oberyn." Oberyn took her hand in his and kissed the back softly. "When a man sees a beautiful woman in trouble, it is his duty to help."

She blushed. "All the same, thank you. I'm Elinore."

"Elinore."

Elinore wrapped her arm around Oberyn's as they walked back to the Red Keep. "What brings you to Kings Landing?"

"Revenge."

Elinore's steps faltered. "Revenge?"

"For my sister and her children."

"Oh?"

Oberyn looked at her. "How old are you?"

"Nine and ten, my lord."

"My sister was Princess Elia Martell. Mother to Rhaegar Targaryen's two children. My niece and nephew."

Elinore gasped. "I had no idea. I'm so sorry, Oberyn."

Oberyn patted her hand. "It's quite alright, little dove. You were quite young when it happened. I imagine you do not remember much of that time."

"I am not from here, my lord. I am from the North. I was part of Lord Stark's household, before..."

"What happened to him was a disgrace and now his murderer sits atop the throne."

"I have enjoyed our little chat, my lord. But I must return to my duties."

Oberyn stepped back from her, kissing her hand once again. "Farewell then, little dove."

The next week was chaotic.

King Joffrey was murdered, Lord Tyrion had been arrested, and Oberyn volunteered to be Tyrion's champion in trial by combat against the Mountain.