#protectxthem.

when she'd been told the prince of dorne sought an audience... daenerys had expected a marriage offer. but oberyn martell had yet to offer himself to her, as a husband. he was much older, but he was comely, a capable warrior, and, a prince of dorne. although dorne was small, she had heard many tales. then, of course, there was their past. had things been any different, perhaps daenerys would've been promised to prince oberyn, regardless. his sister had married rhaegar.

they had, once, shared nieces and nephews. she's almost saddened by that thought. ❝ and i suppose, ❞ she starts, feeling his dark eyes watching her. he's definitely interested. he has not been shy about it.

it amuses her. and it delights her. feeling wanted by a man she finds attractive is always a welcomed thing. ❝ this alliance you offer is free of any marriage offers? ❞ an eyebrow raised in silent amusement as she offers him the cup of wine she'd been pouring, taking a seat.