Even Stars Will Fall - Ch 12
Pairing:ย Oberyn Martell x fem!Reader x Ellaria Sand Word Count:ย ~5.5k Warnings:ย I'm gonna forego warnings on this chapter for the sake of spoilers, just this once. It's not anything worse than any of the previous chapters, so you should be good if you made it here, but if anyone has any concerns, just shoot me a message. Notes:ย Buckle up, we made it to the end. More notes after the chapter.
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Ellaria wakes in a dark room with alarm bells going off in her head.
It takes a moment to get her bearings, but sheโs out of the bed before sheโs fully stable and striding to the cradle tucked into the corner. Sheโd never been one to let her child be cared for by a stranger and kept in a nursery, and it wasnโt going to be any different with Dorea.
When she peeks over the side, careful to be quiet, the little newborn is sleeping peacefully. Ellaria lets out a breath, certain it was just paranoia over her child that woke her, but then she realizes the alarm bells havenโt quieted. Something is wrong, she doesnโt know how she knows it, but she does. And then she feels it, a weak tug in her gut, pulling her down the hall.
Oberyn is still in the main hall, still laughing and talking to guests when Ellaria bursts in. Heโs never seen her like this before, so frantic, not even about their children. Immediately heโs at her side, stopping mid-conversation with some Northern lord to go to her. Her eyes are wide, hands shaking as he takes them in his. โWhat is it, what is wrong, my soul?โ
โShe isnโt in her room, sheโs gone!โ
You have a headache. Like, the worst headache youโve ever had. Well, not the worst. You got a migraine once when you were twelve, and spent the whole day in bed because it hurt to move your eyes. This isnโt that bad, but itโs still bad.
Your brain boots up slowly. First the pain in your head registers, and then just how bright wherever you are is despite your eyes being closed. Soft fabric rubs against your cheek, and you realize youโre laying on your side against sheets that feel coarser than the ones on your bed despite their softness.ย
Finally, you manage to open your eyes. The room around you swims into focus, and you blink a few times trying to clear the blurring from your vision.ย
Youโre not in the palace anymore.
Whatever room youโre in is small and windowless. The bed youโre lying on is shoved into the corner, and thereโs a dresser and a small vanity with a stool agains the opposite wall. The furniture is all well made, and obviously expensive, despite the dreary appearing of the room around them. The walls are bare wood, and you think it might be some sort of shed or storage room that was hastily outfitted.
The door at the far end of the room opens, and your stomach drops. Rylan is standing in the doorway, and in the few seconds before he steps in and closes the door you can see bright green plants behind him.
Thereโs a wide grin on his face, and the open friendliness he looks at you with stuns you for a moment. Youโre so used to seeing him angry or smug or pretending at civility that the genuine expression almost breaks your brain.
โYouโre awake! I was beginning to think youโd sleep the day away, my dear.โ
You stare at him for a moment as he steps into the room and pushes the door closed with his foot, a tray balanced in his hands. As he walks towards you, you push yourself into a sitting position, scooting up against the headboard as far as you can. โWhere am I?โ
Rylan sets the tray on the vanity, and turns towards you with a cup in his hands. โMy lands. Not in the main house, for right now, it would be too dangerous to have you there. Once it is obvious to my cousin that you belong with me, as my wife, you can move in there properly and have a room that befits a lady of the house.โ
He holds the cup out to you with a smile, and your eyes flicker between it and his face. When you donโt take it, his smile falters, and it looks more like genuine upset than a mask slipping like it did the previous times you spoke to him. Instead of insisting he just shrugs, turning to place the cup back on the tray. โI know this may be a bit of a shock, my dear, but it is just temporary. I had to get you away from my cousin, he was clouding your mind. You could not think clearly, could not see that I only have your best interests at heart. He has that kind of effect on women, I am afraid.โ Rylan shakes his head, frowning down at the tray of dishes for a moment.ย
After a moment of silence he turns back to you, smiling once again. โI cannot stay, my dear, I have important matters I must attend to. You will be safe here, I promise, and I will visit again soon.โ He gestures to the wall above you, and you see a shelf above the bed with several books stacked on it. โFeel free to read while I am gone, I will see about getting you some other entertainment as well. Do you know how to embroider? Or draw? Well, no matter, you can learn all of that once we are married.โ
Your mind is whirling, too much information to process at the moment making it hard to think. This isnโt the same confident, smarmy lord youโd dealt with at the palace. No, it seemed like heโd genuinely managed to delude himself into thinking you would go along with marriage if he only got you away from Oberyn.
Before you could react properly he turned, striding to the door. You scrambled off the bed, tripping towards him, still uncoordinated from whatever he used to knock you out.
โRylan, wait! Wait, please, I donโt want to be here!โ
The door shut firmly behind him, and you fell against it, desperately fumbling with the knob. It wouldnโt turn, and you leaned against the wood with a sinking feeling in your stomach.
You were locked in here, at the mercy of that man.
The palace was in chaos.ย
The moment Ellaria had told Oberyn you were gone, he began tearing the palace apart. Every guest was ordered down to the main hall, and every room was searched. He lead the search himself, tearing apart rooms without concern for the consequences. Doran was summoned, but by the time he found his brother, Oberyn was already deep on the warpath.
The elder prince found his brother in a guest room, one that hadnโt been occupied by anyone that night, ripping the mattress off the frame. There were a handful of guards standing against one wall, expressions of concern fixed on the younger prince. Doran sighed as he watched his brother, gesturing for the guards to leave.
โOberyn. This will not solve anything.โ His brother turned to him, fury etched onto his face, and flung his arms wide.
โShe is gone, Doran. Someone took her, from my palace, during my party. What do you expect me to do, sit quietly until they return her? She is our soulmate.โ Some of the fury leaked out of his expression, morphing into desperation as Doran stepped towards his little brother.
โI expect you to think clearly. You are a prince, Oberyn, and currently you are not acting like one.โ
Oberyn clenched his jaw, looking away from his brother. When he spoke, his voice was rough, like the words themselves pained him. โI cannot just sit here, Doran. I do not mean I do not want to, I mean I cannot. Every fiber of my being is driving me to look for her. For my soulmate.โ
Doran softened at that. He sighed, reaching out to grip his brothers shoulders. โWe will find her, brother mine. But you need to calm yourself. Flying off in a rage like this will not help her.โ Oberyn nodded tightly, still refusing to look at his brother.
Itโs late, when Oberyn makes it to bed that night. The entire palace had been scavenged top to bottom, a large quantity of it by Oberyn himself, but thereโs still no sign.
Ellaria is in his room when Doran finally convinces him to get some sleep. Sheโs awake, sitting on the edge of his bed, and when she lifts her head Oberyn feels his heart break a little at the sight of her. Her eyes are red, and she can barely hold her head up from the exhaustion he feels dragging at his own bones as well. He knew Ellaria had been searching for most of the day, but they rarely crossed paths in his single-minded pursuit of their lost soulmate.
โAny news?โ Her voice shakes, and he wishes he could give her something good.
Instead he shakes his head, swallowing hard. โNo. No one has seen her.โ
He steps forward, kneeling in front of her, grasping her hands in his as her head lowers again.
โWe will find her, my soul. I swear. We will find her, and whoever took her will pay.โ
Youโre not sure how long itโs been since Rylan left, but a maid came in a few hours later and took the tray of untouched food away. You donโt want to take the chance that heโs put anything in the food, despite the pit growing in your stomach from hunger. For a moment, you consider overpowering the maid when she turns away with the tray, but she looks nervous and scared and wonโt hardly look at you. You refuse to hurt someone innocent, not even to get yourself out of this situation.
When Rylan comes back, itโs dark outside behind him. Heโs carrying a tray again, which he sets on the bed this time before sitting next to it. You try not to, but as he sits you shrink away, your body rebelling at just the thought of being near him.
โYou need to eat, my dear. I know you are upset right now, I do understand, but starving yourself will fix nothing.โ He looks at you with pleading eyes, and itโs almost enough to make you feel bad, until you remember what he did to you.
The two of you just stare at each other for a moment before something falters in his gaze, and he lets out a sigh. โI know things are difficult right now, and you think I am being unfair. But trust me, my dear. You will be much happier here, with me, than you ever would have been being a third wheel to the prince and his whore.โ
You do managed to keep your expression neutral at his words, despite the anger building inside you at the way he talks about Oberyn and Ellaria. Thereโs an instinctual rage deep in your heart, listening to this man talk like he knows whatโs best for you, like whatโs best for you isnโt being with your soulmates. Itโs hard to ignore, but you keep your expression neutral, worried that if you upset him youโll lose the weird kindness heโs been treating you with.
You do not, however, manage to keep yourself from jerking away when he puts a hand on your arm. He looks surprised, and then hurt, his hand still hovering where your arm had been moments before. For a moment, as emotions flicker across his face, youโre worried you managed to upset him after all, and youโll get the angry, selfish lord that you knew him as before.
Instead, he smiles, the expression wavering slightly, and stands. โYou need time. My cousinโs influence over you has to fade on its own. I will wait, my dear, until you understand the favor I am doing you.โ
Doran bursts into his brother's room very early the next morning. Early enough that itโs still mostly dark out, and Oberyn and Ellaria sit up in bed with a start, a knife in Oberynโs hand instantly.ย
โI apologize for the early hour, brother, but there is news you need to hear.โ
Moments later he is in Doranโs office, staring down a scared woman that looks like sheโs trying to blend into the fabric of the chair in front of his brother's desk. Ellaria stands at his side, hand gripped tightly in his own, as the woman speaks.
โI-I work at Lord Rylanโs manor. He was out very late, the night of the princeโs celebration, and when he came back he had a woman with him. I did not know who she was, and she was unconscious, but I did not say anything. I could not risk my job, I-โ She pauses, shrinking away from Oberynโs thunderous expression. Ellaria nudges him, glaring up at him, before turning to give the woman an encouraging look.
โI did not see where he took her, but yesterday afternoon, the housekeeper told me to go fetch a tray from one of the outbuildings. The woman was in there, and she looked scared. I still did not know who she was, or what I could do to help her, but then last night we got word of your missing woman, and I realized it must be her. I do notโฆtrust his intentions with her, my prince, he has been talking all day yesterday to anyone who will listen about how we will have a new lady soon, he just needs to convince her. I was not able to get away until very late last night, not without someone noticing, and I came here immediately.โ The words all come out in a rush, and when she finishes speaking Doran sighs.
โIt was brave of you to come, my dear. I will have someone show you to a room you can stay in, here in the palace, until this situation is dealt with.โ
The silence in the room hangs heavy until the woman is gone, and Doran finally looks at his brother. Oberynโs gaze is on Ellaria, and for a moment Doran feels like an intruder with the way they seem to communicate without words.
Finally, Oberynโs shoulders drop, and Ellaria lets out a breath, apparently the winner in whatever silent argument they were having. Oberyn looks at his brother, voice shaking. โWe cannot leave her there, brother.โ
โNo, we cannot. I already suspected Rylan had a hand in your soulmateโs disappearance, but without proof I could not act. This is the proof we needed.โ He stands, his expression grim. โYou will have to wait, just a bit, until I have the men to go with you, but I will not stand in your way Oberyn.โ
You're not sure how much time passes. There's no window in this little building, and you're almost positive food isn't being brought on any real schedule. After Rylan leaves, you sleep for a while, and when you wake there's another tray sitting on the vanity. It concerns you a little, that someone must have been in here while you were asleep without you noticing. It's enough to make you sit up in the corner of the bed, back pressed resolutely against the wall, determined not to sleep anymore.
You also still don't trust the food. Rylan seems nice, for now, but you still wouldn't put it past him to drug the food somehow. You don't know this world well enough yet to know what kinds of drugs are possible here, and what they might do to your mind or body if consumed. It's safer, for now, not to eat or drink any of the food or water brought to you.
After a while, you think a few hours, the door opens and Rylan enters again. This time, when he sees the still-untouched tray of food, you see a flicker of the rage in his eyes that you'd been expecting since you first woke in this tiny room. It's gone a moment later, however, and that pleading sadness is back on his face by the time he looks at you.
"I do not understand how my cousin sank his claws into you so deep in such a short time, my dear. Is the thought of being with me truly so repulsive that you would rather starve?" You hate the tone he's using, like you're a child that needs to be reasoned with, and before you can stop yourself you're replying.
"You kidnapped me. You stole me out of my bed in the middle of the night and locked me in here, and you expect me to be happy?"
Rylan flinches. It'd be satisfying if you weren't mentally berating yourself for provoking him. There's no telling when his mood might finally shift, and you don't want to find out what the Lord Rylan you knew before will do with no one around to stop him.
As you brace yourself, Rylan looks at you for a moment, lips pursed. Finally he sighs, deflating slightly, and his voice has an edge to it now that wasn't there before. "You still do not understand. I am doing what is best for you, my dear. My cousin gets everything he wants, women, money, power, but he cannot have you. My methods were rough, I will admit, but you will see." He crosses to the vanity, looking thoughtfully down at the uneaten food. "You know, my dear, if you do not choose to eat soon I will have to force the matter. I do not want to upset you further, but if you give me no choice..."ย
A spike of fear shoots through you at this glimpse of the old Rylan, and without thinking you press yourself back against the wall behind you. Your eyes dart to the door, mind frantically working. You don't think you've seen him lock it the few times he's come in. If he comes at you, you might be able to get to the door. You don't know where you are, or what might be waiting for you outside, but anything is better than being at his mercy. You're sure of that.
Before you need to worry about any of that, however, the door opens. Rylan turns away from the food, annoyance flashing on his face in the few seconds you can see it and filling his voice. "What."
There's a scared looking young man peeking through a crack in the door. He's only opened it enough to wedge his head and shoulders through, and the look on his face suggests he'd rather be baiting rabid dogs than delivering whatever news he has. "M-my lord, the prince is here."
Rylan goes perfectly still as your heart immediately soars. You had hoped Oberyn would come, but you couldn't be sure he would even be able to find you. It hits you, faintly, that just a few days ago you might not have been so certain the prince would come for you, but after the discussion with him and Ellaria the night of the party, there wasn't a doubt in your mind that they would both move mountains to find you.
For a second, you almost feel sorry for Rylan when you look at him. He's spent his life being overshadowed by his royal cousin, that part you have no doubt is true despite his delusions around everything else, and now Oberyn is here to take you away. Again, in his head most likely. You'd feel sorry for anyone, really, standing between Oberyn and what he wants. That sliver of pity, however, promptly shrivels up when seconds later you see Rylan straighten and sneer at the young man. "The prince. My cousin finally deigns to visit me, then. He's smarter than I gave him credit for, if he worked out I was the one to take her this quickly."
He turns to you, and you feel proper fear this time at the expression on his face. "Worry not, my dear. I will not allow him to take you from me."
Rylan was gone for less than a minute before you moved.
You needed to get out. You were over the moon that Oberyn was here, but there was no guarantee he'd be able to find you, and you couldn't just wait and hope. All you had to do was get out of this room and find Oberyn. It was a much more manageable list than before, especially since you still had no idea what was waiting outside that door.ย
It was easier than you thought to get the door unlocked. Well, unlocked wasn't really the right word.
The benefit to your kidnapper trying to make you as comfortable as possible and deluding himself into believing he could make you want to stay was that he hadn't put any thought into how useful the things in your room could be in an escape. For instance; heavy books make great tools to knock handles off of doors.
It took a few tries, and with every loud thump your anxiety ratcheted up a notch, but with one last swing, the handle finally clattered to the floor. You dropped the book, sliding a finger into the hole left in the door to slowly pull it open. When there was no immediate sign you'd been spotted you peeked out from around the edge of the door, finally taking in the sights outside your prison.
You knew Dorne was a diverse country, but most of what you had seen at this point pretty closely resembled a desert. You'd never ventured far from the seaside castle, however, so it came as a bit of a shock when you realized the area surrounding your prison was a riot of green. It looked like you were in the middle of a rainforest with the amount of dense vegetation surrounding the clearing you were in. There was a rather large building that you only just now realized one side of your room was connected to, and after your senses adjusted you realized you could hear the sounds of animals coming from it. Rylan must have outfitted some kind of storage shed attached to a barn to hold you.
That right there spoke volumes to how he regarded you.
You took a cautious step out of the building, looking around. There didn't seem to be anyone in the area, and for a moment a paranoid part of your brain wondered if this was a test to see how you would react to an opportunity to escape. You physically shook your head to dislodge that thought, determined not to let fear guide your actions. You needed out of here, and sitting in your pretty prison too scared to move wasn't going to get you anywhere.
Slowly, placing your feet carefully, you crept forward until you reached the edge of the barn. You weren't letting fear guide you, but that didn't mean you shouldn't be cautious. When you peeked around the edge of the building, a wall of the same dense vegetation you'd seen all around you met you just a few feet away. There was a path leading through the foliage, and you could just barely see the same kind of stone that was used for the palace at Sunspear peeking through the bright green vegetation. A quick scan showed that there wasn't anyone in the area, so you crept forward along the path, praying to any gods that might be listening no one caught you.
As you came towards the end of the path the building came into view. The clearing it sat in was large, and the building itself was absolutely massive. Not as massive as the palace, but still, obviously what would be considered a home fit for a lord. It was built in the same design as the palace you'd spent so much time in at Sunspear, with the same sun-bleached tan walls and open window designs. Just the sight of it made your heart squeeze in homesickness, and you realized in that moment how deeply you'd come to regard the palace as your home. You'd only been in this world for a matter of weeks, and yet you already felt like you belonged here more than you ever had anywhere else.
You followed the edge of the house towards what you hoped was the front, slowing your steps as you got closer and realized you could hear voices. You instantly recognized Oberynโs voice, hearing the tension in his otherwise cool tone as he responded to something Rylan said. You crept forward, peeking around the corner of the house.
Oberyn was standing at the front of the house, several men dressed in his houseโs colors standing behind him. Rylan stood in front of him, his own men behind him, arms crossed as he obviously tried to make himself look more visually intimidating in front of Oberynโs casual confidence. You could see the tension in Oberynโs shoulders, however, and you knew how tight of a grip he must be keeping on his temper as he faced down his cousin. Ellaria stood several feet behind Oberynโs group, two men standing on either side of her, a mixture of anger and anxiety written on her face.
Youโd meant to stay back far enough that hopefully no one would see you, unsure what situation you were walking into, but Ellariaโs eyes met yours almost instantly, like she was drawn to you. You saw her mouth open, to far away to hear anything, but she must have gasped with the way Oberyn instantly turned to look at her. He turned back, following her gaze, and his own eyes went wide when he spotted you.
You took a step forward, forgetting for a moment the situation and where you were, and were instantly ripped back into reality at the sound of swords being drawn. Instantly, there were five different swords pointed at Oberyn, close enough that his own guards would be able to do little to protect their prince. Rylanโs men had stepped forward as Oberyn had spotted you, the lord spotting you at the same time as his cousin thanks to Ellariaโs reaction.
Rylan closed the few feet over to you, one hand closing roughly around your arm to drag you out from around the side of the building. โI should have known you would come running at the chance to see your prince again.โ He spat out the word like it disgusted him, coming to a stop a few feet behind the men that currently had swords pointed at one of your soulmates.
Youโd never seen Oberyn scared, before, not even when Ellaria was in labor. Youโd seen him ruffled, perhaps worried, but never scared. You felt fear spread through your own body like an icy river at the pure terror in his eyes now, though, as he watched his cousin drag you forward. Your eyes darted back to Ellaria, fighting back panic at the fear on her face as well.
Oberyn held up one hand, slowly, eyes darting quickly to one of the swords pressed close to him before focusing back on his cousin. โRylan, please, think this through. Doran already knows you took her, he sent me. What do you think is going to happen here?โ
Rylan sneered at his cousin. โYou think youโve won again. You think I will cave, let the girl go running back to you and your whore because, what? Because of fear of you? Of your brother? If you have not noticed, cousin, you are the one with swords to your throat, and your dear brother is all the way in Sunspear. I could slaughter you and your whore and be halfway across the continent by the time Doran manages to mobilize his men to come after me.โ
You took an involuntary step towards Oberyn and Ellaria at the threat against them, only to be jerked back by Rylanโs grip on your arm. He looked down at you then, rage twisting his face into a grimacing sneer.
Rylan quickly yanked a knife out of the sheath at his side with his free hand, bringing it up to drag under your chin, forcing your head up towards him to avoid being cut. โThen again, that would leave me with a woman forever pining for someone else. I could break her, I suppose, loving me would be a bonus, not a necessity. But it would get tiring. And it would be oh so satisfying to kill her in front of you.โ
He looked back up, knife still pressed to your throat, a malicious grin spreading across his face. โSuddenly, cousin, I am the one holding all of the cards for once.โ
You met Oberynโs eyes again, reading the terror written there, and you could practically see his mind racing as he tried to find a way out of this situation for all of you. โRylan, cousin, donโt do this. Would you really rather live in exile, or die, than see her with us?โ
Rylan scoffed, and you winced as his hand jerked slightly and dug the knife further into your skin.
"I would rather see us all die, cousin, than see you win again."
All of the fear flowing through your body like icy spears suddenly went hot, like a switch being flipped, morphing into rage and indignation.
How dare he?
How dare he try and steal you as though you were a toy to be taken from his cousin? How dare he tell his men to point swords at your soulmate? How dare he use your life to threaten them? How dare he?
You turned to him carefully, forcing yourself to look away from where Oberyn stood with swords to his neck and Ellaria stood in helpless terror behind him, ignoring the way the movement made the knife slide against your skin.
"Look at me."
The force in your voice, more power than you'd commanded before, compelled him to look down at you, a sneer still plastered on his face. The moment he met your gaze, however, his face went slack.
โI see you, Lord Rylan. I see your blackened, rotted soul. You want to be a big, scary man, but you arenโt. Youโre a scared, lonely little boy, lashing out because he could never make any friends or get a girl to give him a spare glance. You thought it was because your cousin distracted them with his title and his riches, but that wasnโt it, was it?โ You sneered right back at him, channeling all of your hate and anger into your voice. โIt was you, Rylan. They all saw you, who you really were, and wanted nothing to do with you. You would have been alone with or without your cousin there. You always were, and still are, worthless and repulsive. I never would have wanted you regardless of if I had met my soulmates, because I always saw what you are. A jealous, possessive, mean little man that thinks he can take what he wants and blames others for his problems.โ
The slack look on Rylanโs face slowly morphed as you spoke, horror spreading across his face as he stood there, frozen. He shook his head, stammering, โWhatโฆwhat are you doing?โ
You reached up, wrapping one hand around the wrist of the hand holding the knife to your neck, easily pulling it away from you. โBut I have a present for you, Lord Rylan. A gift. You wanted my magic so badly, so here. Have a taste.โ You watched as his eyes clouded over, and held tightly as he tried to jerk his arm out of your grasp. For a moment he stood there, eyes wide and mouth hanging open, and then he screamed.
You let go, letting him stumble backwards until he tripped over his own feet, landing hard on the ground. He writhed where he fell, simultaneously reaching out to ward off something only he could see away and also clawing at his own face, his screams filling the air around you. You watched, a feeling of satisfaction and pride spreading through you.ย
A hand on your arm broke your concentration and you turned, finding Oberyn and Ellaria standing at your side. You glanced over their shoulders, seeing Oberynโs men holding swords to Rylanโs men, his side apparently distracted enough by their lord falling into a fit to be overtaken by Oberynโs men.ย
You realized then that you were clutching your necklace tightly in the hand that hadnโt been holding Rylanโs wrist, and when you managed to uncurl your fingers from the death grip youโd had on the pendant, the sight that met you somehow didnโt surprise you at all.
The brilliant blue had leeched out, leaving what looked like a hollow, plain glass pendant hanging around your neck.
You looked back up, eyes suddenly filling with tears as the adrenaline from the last few minutes bled out of your body. Instantly you were engulfed in your soulmateโs arms, pressed between them, and you finally relaxed.ย
โWe have you, my sunflower, you are safe.โ Ellariaโs muffled voice washed over you, soothing the lingering terror you felt. Oberyn pressed a kiss to the top of your head, whispering a promise against your hair. โNo one will take you from us ever again, my soul. Never.โ
We made it guys. Almost two years and 12 chapters later and we made it, finally. I am genuinely so sorry for how long it took for me to finish this fix, it ended up being beefier and so much more work than I was expecting, but I got there in the end. There's going to be an epilogue eventually, but I don't know when that will happen.
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