I Do Not Own A Song of Ice and Fire

WARNING: This story contains mentions of Non-Consensual and Underage Sex

00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

Obara Sand was eight when her father came to Oldtown to find her.

She still remembered that day vividly.

Oberyn Martell walking into the brothel where Obara lived with her mother was a very striking figure. He was not the tallest, or the most muscular man Obara had ever seen, but there had been something about him that told everyone that this was someone you didn't want to mess with. Oberyn was sleek, and deadly, much like the viper he derived his nickname the Red Viper from.

She remembered her mother's tears as she begged Oberyn not to take Obara. "She is a girl," she said, "and I do not think that she is yours. I had a thousand other men."

She remembered Oberyn smacking her mother lightly with the back of his hand, not enough to actually hurt, just enough to try and knock some sense into her. It was a tactic Obara had seen many times.

But rather than snap her mother out of her frantic begging, that light tap had only caused Obara's mother to collapse to floor crying harder.

Oberyn had growled in his throat. Before tossing his spear at Obara's feet. "Girl or boy, we fight our battles," he said, "but the gods let us choose our weapons." He pointed to the spear, then to my mother's tears, and Obara had known in that moment that he was asking which weapon she would choose. She could choose tears like her mother was currently, or she could choose the spear her father offered.

It took only a moment for Obara to decide.

Tears were useless. They were useless for her mother in stopping Oberyn from taking her. They had been useless to Obara a week previous when the brothel owner had given her to a patron that had paid for a young girl, and she had been forced to become a woman at the age of eight.

Without hesitation, Obara picked up the spear.

Oberyn smiled. "I told you she was mine," he had told her mother. Before saying, "Come Obara," before turning and leaving.

She followed him, still holding his spear.

In all the years since then, Obara had never once regretted that she chose the spear.

000000000000000000000000000000000000000

Just a little one-shot that popped into my head.

I really wish there were more stories featuring the Sand Snakes, and I wish the show had used and treated them, and Dorne, better.

Please Review, and Check Out the Challenges in My Forums (Link on Profile), and the Stories I have up for Adoption Under the Title: Please Adopt Me!