Summary: Oberyn is a pro at braiding hair.
Anallese brushed her hair back behind her ear for the hundredth time that day.
It was a windy day in Dorne. The whole palace smelled like ocean air, but Anallese's hair was driving her crazy.
The youngest Sand Snakes were running around the garden, their hair done up in elaborate braids.
Anallese ran a hand through her hair, her fingers catching in her thick curls. She let out a soft growl as she tried to work the knots out of her hair.
Oberyn's soft chuckle met her ears and she looked over. He was leaning up against a pillar staring at her with a smile on his face. "Having trouble there, my sweet?" He walked over to her and helped her detangle her fingers from her hair. "Come with me."
Oberyn led her to his chambers and she saw a tub filled with water and oils. "You looked like you could use some relaxation time. I know my daughters can be a handful."
Ellaria had gone to visit her father at Hellholt, leaving her children in Anallese's care. Anallese loved the Sand Snakes and they were fond of her as well. She was surprised how quickly they took to her, considering she was the same age as Oberyn's oldest daughter Obara.
"Will the girls be okay by themselves?" Anallese asked.
Oberyn pressed a kiss to her lips, quieting any other questions. He stripped her of her clothing and helped her into the tub. He poured a vial of sweet-smelling liquid on her hair and massaged it into her scalp. Oberyn's hands gently ran through her hair, detangling the knots until he could run his fingers through her hair smoothly.
Once her hair was washed, Oberyn let her soak in the bath while he hummed softly and pressed kisses to her fragranced skin. The water eventually went cold and he helped her out. He dressed her in a soft gown and sat her down in front of her vanity.
Anallese picked up her brush, only to have Oberyn snatch it from her hands. He started brushing her hair and Anallese leaned back into his touch.
"You are like a cat, my love."
"I love having my hair played with."
"Hand me that ribbon."
Anallese grabbed an orange ribbon off her vanity and handed it him.
Oberyn draped it around his neck as he started braiding her hair. His fingers expertly twisted the strands of her hair around each other.
"You're very good at this," Anallese told him.
"The upside of having eight daughters. Sometimes their mothers were busy, so I had to learn."
"Are you the one who braided the younger ones' hair?" Oberyn laughed softly.
"Elia is always the first one and the others line up behind her. Takes me almost a half hour a day to do it. Especially if they don't like it. Sometimes if Nymeria or Tyene are visiting, they'll help but they love for me to braid their hair too. Obara does too, although she'd never admit it."
"You're such a good father."
Oberyn finished her braid and tied it off with the orange ribbon. He lightly tugged on the braid, pulling her head back.
Anallese giggled as Oberyn kissed her forehead upside down.
"Another thing braids are good for," he told her.
Anallese gasped and elbowed him lightly in the stomach. "Oberyn!"
Oberyn laughed.
They went back down to the gardens.
Loreza ran over to them. "Papa braided your hair!"
Anallese giggled. "Yes he did. Do you like it?"
"I want a pretty ribbon in my hair!"
Oberyn requested a box of ribbons be brought to the gardens and he sat behind his youngest daughter, a bright yellow ribbon in his hand.
Anallese sat down behind Dorea, an orange ribbon in her hand.
Oberyn walked her through step-by-step how to braid the little girls' hair.
"What is this?"
"Mama!"
Elia and Obella ran to their mother.
"Papa is teaching Ana how to braid our hair," Elia told her.
Ellaria walked over to the two. She leaned down and kissed Oberyn. She turned to Anallese and kissed her head.
Anallese had more of a mother/daughter relationship with Ellaria instead of a romantic one.
They were both Oberyn's paramours, but they were never together with him at the same time.
Anallese (being much younger than Ellaria and Oberyn) required more one-on-one attention.
Oberyn and Ellaria chalked it up to Anallese's youth, but they made it work.
Anallese tied off Dorea's braid. "Do you like it?"
"You're almost as good as Papa!" Dorea threw her little arms around Anallese's neck.
"Well maybe one day I'll be better." Anallese looked at Oberyn and gave him a wink.
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