#ler!oberyn martell

[gingerlee-holds]

Viper's Venom

The info for this fic is here! TLDR: this is my Squealing Santa for @angelatmidnight1! It was very fun to write and I hope you enjoy! Goodness, I hope I haven't forgotten something-!

Word Count: 2,193 Reading Time: ~17 minutes Warnings: Mentions of death, tickling Fandom: Game of Thrones Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Reader (Implied romantic)

"Fresh blood oranges, right from the tree!" Y/N Sand shouted. The announcement of goods and their prices, along with many other varieties of speech, filled the Dornish bazaar, which made it very hard to hear oneself think. Luckily, Y/N has spent the last decade of their life training their craft in this place, selling their family's blood oranges and making a lot of money from it, too. 

Sunspear, the capital of Dorne, with its warm climate and scent of fiery peppers, always brought peace of mind to Y/N. They wore an orange robe to match the fruit they sold, with a golden necklace around their neck that glittered like the sun. They always loved it when the wind blew through the market because the sweet smell of her blood oranges could travel far.

A man in a yellow cloak appeared in the crowd, whose saunter caught Y/N's attention. He approached the stall, picking up an orange and inspecting it closely.

"This is fine fruit," he said, more to himself than the seller. 

Y/N smiled at such an opportunity landing in front of them. "You have a good eye! These are among the finest blood oranges in Dorne. Can't be beaten within a hundred miles around by the gods!" 

He looked up from the orange in his hand to look at Y/N thoughtfully. "I have had enough of blood for a while." His accent was distinctly Dornish, his face was sharp, and his eyes were piercing. "In short, I am not interested in your wares."

"I'm sorry to hear that, friend. Another day, perhaps!"

The man leaned over the counter. "I never said I was leaving," he said softly. A tense minute of silence followed as each studied the other's face. Finally, the man smiled, mumbling, "You are a Sand."

A blush of embarrassment crept up Y/N's face at the mention of their low birth. "You have a better eye than I thought," they said, trying to keep a grin on their face.

"Oh, do not be ashamed, sweet thing. Sands are my favorite." He smiled with all his teeth. "My absolute favorite."

Finally, a flash of recognition came across Y/N's face as they realized the man's identity. "You're Oberyn Martell- Prince Oberyn Martell!"

"I am, yes. And you are?"

"Y/N Sand. I'm glad to see you're doing okay. You didn't announce your arrival?"

"I do not like entourages." 

"Then why have you come here? Were you seeking to find something?"

"I was seeking to find someone, and now I have."

"We were all worried when you heard you were fighting in the trial by combat, especially for the Imp. How did you-"

The prince quickly put a hand to Y/N's lips. "Shhhh, sh, sh. Enough talk. Would you like a visit to the Water Gardens?"

"Your palace? I could find the time." Y/N smiled shyly, touching their necklace. 

Prince Oberyn smiled with his teeth again, holding Y/N's hand as he led them away from the busy market. 

As they walked together through the streets, Y/N continued asking questions, keeping their hand on their necklace the whole time.

"So, how did you win?"

"Hm? Against Gregor Clegane?"

"That brute. The Mountain that Rides. I heard he was nine feet tall!"

Oberyn chuckled. "Closer to eight, by my estimate." Another silence followed. "I poisoned my blade. That is all I need to say about that."

Y/N touched their necklace again.

"Why do you keep doing that? Your necklace."

"Ah, it was given to me by a handsome merchant a few years back for my help with some errands. He said it made me more attractive, something about magic."

Oberyn brushed a lock of Y/N's hair behind their ear. "I don't know about magic, but you have plenty of good looks without a necklace."

The fruit seller blushed and looked away, making the prince laugh. 

-

As the pair entered through the gates of the Water Gardens, the sound of raucous laughter fluttered through the air. The artificial pools and rivers before them were filled with splashing and play. 

"Children. My brother adores the sound. Come, let us go to a more sequestered location." Still holding their hand, Oberyn led through a courtyard. Through another, finally ending in a smaller, more sheltered area with an orange tree in the corner, casting the spot in a warm shade and a minor waterfall feature forming a little brook that trickled through the grass. 

"It's beautiful." Y/N stepped through the grass, smiling at the cool breeze and the shade of the orange tree.

"I have come here many times with many people." Oberyn walked forward with his usual strut, taking off his cloak and setting it on a bench. He wore a bronze-colored tunic underneath.

"This is an honor, my prince. I-" Their statement was cut off by Oberyn's laugh again. 

"Have you ever spoken to a prince?"

Y/N huffed and looked down at the grass. Suddenly, two of Prince Oberyn's fingers tilted their chin to look him in the eye. "I am asking you a question."

The action made Y/N blush. "I'm a bit out of practice." They liked his laugh. It was rich and infectious, filling any room he was in. 

"You will learn again. For now, though, here." With that, he gently sat Y/N down against the tree on the grass. "You are as delicate as a flower. I mustn't be rough with you." Again, he spoke more to himself than Y/N.

"May I ask why you brought me here?"

"You may."

A brief silence followed before Y/N, giggling, said, "Why did you bring me here?"

"Such a lovely laugh. I brought you here because I've spent the past week on the road, traveling through the desert wastes, all hoping to get home and spend the day with a pretty little dove. I am home, have found a pretty little dove, and am perfectly satisfied."

"Are you this flirtatious with everyone you meet?"

"You must know enough about me to know I am - not to suggest you do not deserve every word." He sat down beside Y/N, facing them. "Take your sandals off, you silly dove. How often have you felt grass between your toes?"

Giggling again, Y/N removed their sandals, smiling at the sensation of the cool earth under them. "You're very sweet despite everything your reputation makes you out to be."

"The infamous Red Viper of Dorne, sweet? This is new."

Y/N grinned cheekily, boldly saying, "You're not a viper; you're a milk snake." 

Oberyn's eyes widened in surprise, staring at Y/N. "Would you like to repeat that, little dove?"

Summoning every ounce of courage, Y/N stuck out their tongue. "A milk snake!" they said with a laugh, which turned into a yelp when they saw Oberyn move toward them. Y/N jumped to their feet, backing away.

The prince stood as well, smiling. "Oh, no, no, no! You cannot leave now! You have committed a reprehensible wrong against my name! I must have my justice, you know."

"W-wait, just stay away. I didn't mean it!"

"But you said it all the same. I am afraid I cannot have you leaving to tell everyone Prince Oberyn is the Milk Snake of Dorne, now can I?"

"I'm sorry! You're a viper, a vicious red viper!"

"And I'll make sure you remember that!" With those words, the prince lunged toward missing Y/N by a hair as they ran, leaping over the brook, laughing as they looked behind them to see a very evil-looking Oberyn at their heel. Y/N ran from the courtyard into a hallway, dodging down halls and around corners, hoping to lose the prince in the maze. 

They turned a final corner, and ahead, they saw a pretty courtyard with an orange tree and a waterfall feature. Before they could think, they ran right into Oberyn's arms, scooped right off their feet as he carried them bridal-style back to the shade of the tree.

"My little dove returned at last to face their punishment! How noble and brave you must be!" Oberyn kissed Y/N on the brow, setting them on the grass. "If you try to escape again, it will only worsen for you."

Y/N Sand nodded, keeping their mouth shut.

"Good! I would punish you now, but I have chosen a different approach. I will let the gods decide your fate. I demand a trial by combat."

"What! C-combat?!"

Oberyn stood a few paces away, grinning playfully. "To your feet, my dove." Y/N jumped up, and the prince rushed forward, ducking under Y/N's arms and knocking their legs out from under them. Flat on their back, Oberyn straddled their waist. "You are not very good at this."

"Noho, I'm not! Now let me up! You've made your point."

"I have not won yet!" Y/N felt a hand slide inside their robe, gently squeezing a spot just above their hip, and they began squealing. "A squealer! I should have guessed!"

"H-hehehey! Nohohohow wahahhait juhuhust a mihihinute!" 

"I will do no such thing! I must clear my name in the sight of gods and men!" Oberyn's fingers danced expertly, precisely finding every ticklish spot on his poor victim. 

Y/N squirmed and laughed uncontrollably, their protests lost in powerless laughter. "T-tihihihickling! Thihihis ihihis ridihihihihiculous!!!" 

The prince's nimble fingers moved to Y/N's sides, squeezing like a baker kneading bread. "I will tell you what is ridiculous, my dove. Insulting the name of a prince in his palace while being so very ticklish. I cannot imagine what would bring a silly little dove like yourself to such absurdity."

The teasing elicited more squeaky giggles from the poor merchant, who kicked their legs helplessly. Oberyn's hands moved up to Y/N's ribcage, wriggling over each little rib. 

"So many vital organs in here. Maybe if I wriggle my fingers here enough, I can tickle them, too. Do you hear that, little dove? I think your heart wants to be tickled as well! Nobody wants to be left out, right?"

"THihiHIHihis ihIhIHis CruhUhuhUel! StoHoHHop TehehHEheheasing!" 

"Cruel? That is a title I will not deny. Now, I must get a confession out of you, dove! Did you insult my name?" Oberyn smiled with his teeth again, genuinely pleased by the adorable sight before him. "Come on, sweet one, say it." His hands moved up finally to Y/N's neck, scribbling around. 

"OohOHOhohoberyn!! MeheheEHhehercyyhyy!!!" Y/N squealed.

"I'll give you mercy! You must first confess! Did you insult my name, yes or no?" 

"Ihihihi cohohonfehehess toho nohohothing!"

"A bratty little dove you are. Fine then! Feel the bite of the viper!" With that, he curled his pointer and middle fingers to look like snake fangs and drilled them into Y/N's sides, eliciting a defeated shriek from the small merchant. 

"FUHUHUHUCK!! GEHEHET OHOFFA MEHEHEHEHEEE!!!"

"You should be feeling my venom coursing through your veins by now. Rather potent, I'm afraid. Is it making you feel all squirmy and blushy? I think I can see it taking effect!" 

"YOUHUHU'RE SUHUHUHUCH A JEHEHEHERK!!! CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OUHUHUT!!!" Y/N was in hysterics, writhing and cackling.

Surprisingly, Oberyn stopped, leaning back with a smug expression. "Will you confess? Confess, and I'll send you to the Wall! I do not want to kill you, you know!" 

Despite every single brain cell screaming at them not to make things worse for themselves, Y/N giggled and said, "You're such a milk snake, hisssssEEEHEEHEEEEK!!!"

Their cheeky hissing was cut off by more 'viper bites' before Oberyn turned around. "Very well! I, Prince Oberyn Martell, sentence you to death by tickling!" he giggled, keeping Y/N's feet pinned. "I knew I made the right call by telling you to take off those sandals."

"N-noHohohoho! Wait, wait, hold on! Can't we negotiate a pardon?"

"Absolutely not, my dove! Justice is a significant thing to me, you should know. Now, I hope you aren't ticklish here, for your sake."

Unfortunately, Y/N was very ticklish there, which Oberyn quickly learned once he began scribbling around on their soles. The prince's fingers explored every inch of Y/N's feet, marking each spot. However, when he got to the toes, Y/N's laughter turned silent, a sign it was time to stop. 

Oberyn got up, quite pleased with himself, and sat under the orange tree. Y/N regained their breath and looked up at him, a blush and a giddy smile plastered on their face. They crawled up next to him and wrapped an arm around his torso. "Monster," they spat playfully. 

"Careful, dove," he chuckled, wiggling his fingers again, making the merchant bury their face in his chest. "Get some rest. From my experience, trials are entirely exhausting." He yawned to prove his point. 

"Ihihit wasn't your trial!" 

"I've never been on trial. Well, except for that one time." He chuckled, rubbing Y/N's back. "A story for another time. For now, though, rest. I promise you will not find a more peaceful place than this in a thousand summers." 

Oberyn was right. It didn't take long for Y/N's eyes to begin drooping. Little by little, they fell asleep, a smile still on their face, cuddled into the arms of what must be the most charming prince in Westeros in the shade of an orange tree.

[chalterdh22]

How Do You Get a Prince to Talk? Part 2

This is Part 2 of How do You Get a Prince to Talk? Part 1

Thank you for everyone who wanted a sequel!  Again, trying to keep this PG-13, was extremely hard.

Summary:  Our favorite Prince of Dorne, Oberyn Martell, has been acting a little distant, and off putting as of late.  Ellaria, a few of his girls and you have not only noticed but decided to get him to talk.  With you at their side, tickling him into submission seemed like the way to go.  Then, still without any admission, he turns the tables and says you’re next!

Warnings: Tickling, so if you’re not into that, move on.  Nothing mature related, but several times were everyone knows what is being discussed.  So hard to write.  MFFF/F dom.  FFFM ler and F lee.  Discussions about his inner circle of lovers, obviously.  Enjoy!

A few weeks had went by since our small teaching of manners, with our beloved Prince, Oberyn Martell.  Everyday, I thought to myself, this is the day.  A part of me wanted it.  But a larger part of me thought I would die if what we did to him was done to me.  Elaria, sensing my swing of emotions, messed with me by gently brushing against my side every so often, or laugh at something she was reading, saying that tickled her!

I would glare back as she smirked at me.  Oberyn must have talked to her, although I’m not sure when.  The following day, he left Dorne on a mission and was gone for about three weeks, until the guards announced his entrance again.

A bunch of his servants, including myself, rushed to the front entrance, curtsied, and smiled as he strolled back in, thankfully unharmed.

There was a big feast that night, where he invited several of his servants and staff, and of course, Elaria, always by his side.  He was very passionate with her again, which pleased me, as she was a true friend and I didn’t like seeing her frustrated with him like he was.

After the feast, there was a huge “celebration,” which many were invited.  He invited me to it as well, like his norm, and I politely declined.  He would smile and say, maybe next time.  I in return would bring them what they needed to keep their time enjoyable.  I then would leave the room and sit quietly waiting for further instructions, enjoying the peace.

A few weeks went by with this going on and on.  One evening, I was walking through one of the many palace gardens, just looking around, smelling, smiling.  I have a small leaf in my hand I kept twirling, touching my cheek, when I heard a voice come from behind a tree, so softly, it actually scared me!

“What is making you smile?”

I gasped, putting my hand on my heart.  “Oh, my prince!  Sorry, you startled me!”  My heart was racing, cheeks red, breathing increased.  He walked over slowly, taking my one hand with a crushed leaf in it.

“What is this?  A leaf?”  I shook my head yes. “Why were you dragging it across your neck?”  He asked, reaching out his hand towards my neck.  Out of instinct, I immediately stepped back, dropped the leaf, and covered my neck.

I just stood there and stared, as his smile, softened.  “Why are you afraid of me, my dove?” 

“I um, I don’t know.  I’m not though, really!” 

“Hm,” he walked closer taking one of my hands into his, gently rubbing it, looking at me straight in the eyes.  “I would never hurt you, you know this, right?”

I started to look back at him and shook my head up and down.  “Yes,” I said quietly.

“Yet, you do not believe your own words.”  I didn’t reply.  I just looked back at him and forced a smile.  “Pure trust is another act of love.  Do you know this?”

I nodded looking at him sheepishly. 

“Yet, you don’t believe it.”  He said softly, moving in closer to my face.  I had no reaction, only stillness as I gazed int his eyes.  He leaned in further and softly kissed me on the lips, just for a second and pulled away.  My heart was racing.  My face felt flush and fuzzy at the same time.  He slowly took me by the hand, and I started walking with him, almost in a trance.  I must have had a small smile on my face, because he looked back at me, smiling back, and softly said, “I love your smile, my dove.  You should wear it more.”

Blushing again, we entered his palace and walked up into one of the many bedrooms.  This one was a smaller one, with a large bed and only two sitting chairs.  The drapes were open to the large outside court, sun pouring in.  He walked me over to the bed and we sat down together.  All of a sudden I felt a smaller pair of hands gently massage my shoulders.  I looked up to see Elaria kneeling on the bed behind me with a kind smile.

I smiled back and looked at Oberyn, who kissed my hand gently.  My face was flush again.  Elaria started to pull my shoulders down to lay on my back and Oberyn shifted my body up so all three of us were fully on the bed.  She kissed the top of my head and moved away, Oberyn still sitting next to me. 

“My dove,” he whispered close in my ear, making me shiver.  “I really want you to feel safe and happy with us.”

“I do, my prince.”  I answered, still almost in a trance.

“Good.”  He leaned in to kiss me on my cheek.  He kissed me on my ear and on my neck and collarbone, and……

“That tickles…” slipped out of my mouth quietly, but he could still hear me.

“I know.”  My eyes got huge in an instant.  I started to try to sit up and Elaria now had a stronger grip on my shoulders, not letting me sit up.  His hands started gently rubbing my sides, and a small gasp left my mouth.  I was so doomed.

“What about Elaria?  She helped!”  I said louder, looking up at her beautiful, smiling face.

“Oh, I took care of her myself already.  But for you, I wanted to have a few other people to invite.”  He swung his head over to the door.  “Ladies, if you may.”  Two other women walked in.  I started sweating and took a gulp.

“Please, prince.  I-I…” my voice trailed off as I was trembling.

“I thought you trusted me.  That’s what you said earlier.”  He looked at me with a gleam of sadness in his eyes.

“I-I do, I ju-just…”

“It’s ok, my lovely pet.  We will be gentle.”  Elaria took my wrists and held them firmly, but it didn’t hurt.  “I just want to see you happy.”

As I was about to reply, his large hands were caressing my ribs slowly, and methodically.  One of the girls started tracing lightly her finger along my neck smiling.  I was done for.  I started to shake, and a small giggle pasted through my lips and I started to smile.

“I-I amm happy.”

“No, no.  I want to hear you laugh, my sweet.”  And as he said that he squeezed me sides and I about flew off the bed with a loud gasp, that turned into a laugh, that I really hadn’t heard in years!

“Waaiiittt, wait!”  I was able to get out of my mouth before I threw my head back, twisting away from his hands, going nowhere.

“My prince, I want to give her a foot rub!”  the other girl that was standing at my feet said as she was undoing my sandals.  I started to kick trying to push her away as she laughed.

“No reason for violence.” Elaria said above me still with my wrists in her hand.  “She just wants you to relax.”  Oberyn had stopped and scooted down laying across my legs so they would stop moving.

Oberyn’s hands took one leg and kept it firmly still while the other girl started to “massage” my foot.  “Sto-stoppp!  Nooo no!”

“Aw, she loves her foot rubs as much as you did my prince!”  Elaria said as he turned back to her smiling.

“I know!  And what beautiful, soft feet you have!  And these legs!”  And at that time, he started to squeeze my knees and thighs.  At this point, I was all but screaming to stop, but it was falling on deaf ears.  The one girl that was at the top with Elaria that was tickling my neck stopped and lightly traced her fingers in my armpits.

“Ahhh, ah, hahhahahahahhaaaa!  Puuhleeease!”  I have no idea how long this went on, but before I knew it, my other sandal was off and both feet were getting tickled.  I had no energy, so Oberyn rolled to his side now along me.  Tears were streaking down my face, and I was laughing so hard I about shot off the bed.  I happened to look over at him and he had such a satisfied look, just sitting there watching and listening to me laugh.

“Your laugh is a song to the gods, my love.  It should be heard from around the world and shared.”  Then he sat up.  “That’s enough.  Please leave us.”  The two girls got up and walked out.  Elaria let go of my wrists, and my eyes were tightly shut, my face wet from tears and sweat, my body all spread out.  He put my cheek in his hand, and I instinctively rolled back into it.  “How do you feel?”  He asked, sweetly.

I finally was able to stop breathing so hard.  “Ni-nice.”  I was still smiling.  Elaria lifted my shoulders and helped me to sit up.  I was still trembling. He took my hands in his.

“You can always trust me.”  He kissed my hands again as I shook my head yes. 

“And you can always trust us, my lord.”  Elaria said from behind me, although hers had a little more sarcasm in it.  He looked up with a large smile.

“Yes, it seems so.”  He stood up at this point, looking down at me.  He turned to walk away.

“Wait, Oberyn!”  I called out to him as he was almost to the door. 

“Yes, my dove?”

“You never told us what was bothering you those weeks.”

A grin appeared on his face.  “Well, I guess that just means you’ll have to try again to get me to talk.”  He turned and left the bedroom chambers.  I looked behind me to Elaria, who was sitting back from me now, still smiling.

“He liked it.”  She said to me.  Yes he did.

The end

[honra-e-furia-interativa]

que legal que vc abriu pra gente mandar asks! não sei se sou a primeira pessoa a mandar ask mas eu queria saber, qual é o seu personagem favorito de got e por que?

Então, sim essa a primeira pergunta. E respondendo a respeito do meu personagem favorito é complicado porque eu gosto de vários. Eu tentei pensar em um personagem com ponto de vista e outro sem para pelo menos dar uma resposta decente. Mas vi que é muito difícil, bem vamos mesmo assim pensar aqui a respeito de personagens que tiveram bons capítulos e que eu adorei ler. 

Bem, eu gosto do Jaime Lannister em questão de evolução de personagem, a jornada dele e em questão de muitos capítulos dele serem os meus favoritos. Mas ele perde bem pouco para o Sor Davos Seaworth e para Theon Greyjoy, além é claro do Sor Barristan Selmy e Brienne de Tarth.  

Sobre personagens sem ponto de vista? Olha, vou roubar um pouquinho e dizer que é o Stannis Baratheon. Eu era um forte apoiador do Stannis quando ele era um candidato a Rei de Westeros, mas é claro que temos outros personagens sem ponto de vista também interessantes… Tipo, Brynden Tully, o Peixe Negro. Ou Doran Martell, cara o que é Doran Martell nos livros? Nossa, um ótimo personagem que foi desperdiçado na série. Oberyn é ótimo também. 

Enfim, respondido a pergunta? Espero que sim hahaha.

Até mais o/ 

Thiago

[tesaonews]

9 surpresas que tive maratonando Game of Thrones em um mês

Quando a sétima temporada de Game of Thrones acabou, no segundo semestre de 2017, propus a mim mesmo o desafio de assistir toda a série antes da estreia dos últimos episódios. “Tranquilo”, pensei. Afinal, a última temporada só iria ao ar em 2019.

Seria preciso assistir, em dois anos, 67 episódios – menos de um por semana. Moleza. Mas eu esqueci de um pequeno detalhe: o de deixar tudo para última hora. Graças à procrastinação, finalizei o meu desafio aos 45 do segundo tempo.

Ao todo, foram 63 horas e 30 minutos de Game of Thrones desde o dia 4 de março. Em meio a dragões, espadas e (muitos) nudes, foram 37 dias de intensa maratona: em casa, no celular e até no trabalho – depois do expediente, claro.

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CulturaOs “calendários” e “relógios” bizarros de Game of Thrones12 abr 2019 – 19h04

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Foi o mês em que mais dormi no sofá de casa, com certeza (o que implicava em precisar voltar alguns episódios no HBO GO toda vez que ia assistir). Mas mesmo assim, não deixei de anotar as coisas que mais me chamaram atenção durante a série. A maioria delas são resultado de expectativas quebradas (ou mantidas), fruto de anos de notícias e spoilers nas redes sociais. Vamos lá?

1 – O que importa em Game of Thrones é a jornada

Verdade seja dita: eu já havia visto a primeira temporada da série antes da maratona oficial. Porém, desisti quando me disseram que o inverno, anunciado logo no primeiro episódio, só chega em Westeros, de fato, nas últimas temporadas(!).

Como se não bastasse tamanha enrolação, eram tantos personagens, tramas e lugares que, quase sempre, era preciso pedir ajuda aos universitários (leia-se: internet) no meio dos episódios.

Entretanto, conforme as temporadas vão passando, descobri que o mais legal da série são as jornadas pessoais de cada personagem. A busca de Daenerys para criar um exército, a procura de Brienne para encontrar as irmãs Stark ou mesmo a transformação de Theon. A batalha final importa, sem dúvida, mas é o que a antecede que te conquista.

2 – Como assim eles matam bebês?

A violência de Game of Thrones era uma das características mais recorrentes quando eu pesquisava sobre a série. Por suas inspirações medievais (e pelos dragões), já esperava de tudo: decapitações, envenenamentos e, claro, muitas pessoas queimadas.

Mas quando Cersei Lannister ordena, no início da segunda temporada, que todos os filhos bastardos de Robert Baratheon sejam mortos, acontece algo que realmente não estava esperando:

Game of Thrones ensinou a todos que é melhor não se afeiçoar a nenhum personagem (não é mesmo, Oberyn Martell?), mesmo que ele tenha acabado de nascer. Obrigado, Ramsay Bolton.

Para quem quer matar as saudades de quem já se foi, há duas boas opções. A primeira é uma reportagem do jornal Washington Post, que contabilizou todas as 2.339 mortes em Game of Thrones e criou um guia ilustrado para relembrá-las.

A segunda, mais emotiva, é um vídeo que compila dezenas de fãs reagindo a momentos cruciais da saga. Prepare os lenços.

3 – Demorei duas temporadas para descobrir que Sor Davos não era o Jean Reno

Nadie más pensó que Sir Davos era encarnado por Jean Reno?? #GameOfThrones pic.twitter.com/1Hpg6U2TR8

— Felipe Arriagada (@arriagadazeta) August 7, 2017

Game of Thrones estreou em 2011 com boa parte do seu elenco formado por atores até então desconhecidos. Se Sophie Turner (Sansa), Peter Dinklage (Tyrion) e Emilia Clarke (Daenerys) são estrelas hoje é graças à popularidade da série.

Mesmo assim, a primeira temporada contou com Sean Bean no papel de Ned Stark. Sean é um ator veterano e já havia participado de filmes importantes, como O Senhor dos Anéis: A Sociedade do Anel e Troia (desconheço alguém mais preparado que ele para o papel).

Ora, se alguém como ele estava no elenco, a presença de Jean Reno (O Profissional, Missão Impossível, O Código Da Vinci) no papel de Davos não causou nenhum estranhamento. Na verdade, o pescador/conselheiro real é interpretado pelo irlandês Liam Cunningham. Pelo menos, não estava sozinho nessa:

acabei de descobrir que quem interpreta o sir davos em game of thrones não é o jean reno, mas o liam cunningham e tocho cada

— gabivy HΘMΣCΘMING (@gabiquedisse) December 12, 2018

#VivePoniente Dislexia mental… A veces es Sir Davos, a veces Jean Reno… Es sólo cosa mía @juegotronosplus ? pic.twitter.com/btTFA7XYqh

— Joni Tabu (@JoniTabu) June 28, 2016

4 – O responsável pelas locações merece o mundo

We’re as excited for #GameofThrones as everyone else…but when you study at @RITCroatia, you’re only a dragon ride away from these filming locations. #GOT #RIT pic.twitter.com/Xy7DnFJeBV

— RIT (@RITtigers) April 14, 2019

Se Peter Jackson, diretor de O Senhor dos Anéis, encontrou na Nova Zelândia o cenário ideal para a sua Terra Média, os produtores de Game of Thrones precisaram se desdobrar em diversos países para compor o mundo imaginado nos livros por George R.R. Martin.

As gravações aconteceram na Europa. A gélida Islândia, por exemplo, serviu como locação para as cenas do Norte de Westeros, especialmente para aquelas Além da Muralha.

Já Porto Real, capital dos Sete Reinos, foi gravada em Dubrovnik, na Croácia. O país também serviu de cenário para outros lugares da série, como a cidade livre de Meeren.. Irlanda do Norte, Malta e Espanha são outros dos lugares por onde a trama de Game of Thrones passou. 

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An entire day well spent in Dubrovnik on a treasure hunt to figure out the famous locations of Game of Thrones.(We found around 35 spots). Although we could have booked a Game of thrones Guided tour, we decided not to because it was all the more fun to do it by ourselves. Thanks to a lot of previous travelers and a lot of Game of Thrones fans who crowded the spots to get the same shots as the series. Slide left for more pictures. #gameofthronesdubrovnik #gameofthroneslocations #gotlocations #gotdubrovnik #gotlocation #digitalnomads #worldtravelcouple #worldtravelpics #worldtravel #worldtravellers #couplewhotravel #bestofcroatia #gotfilminglocations #gameofthroneslocation #dubrovnikoldtown #dubrovnikoldtown

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É na Irlanda do Norte, inclusive, que será possível, logo menos, fazer um tour pelos sets e cenários da série. Mas, se a grana estiver curta para uma viagem, vale seguir estes dois perfis no Twitter (aqui e aqui), que, por meio de fotos e comparações, mostram a Westeros da vida real.

5 – O personagem mais sensato dessa série só aparece na quinta temporada

Viver em Westeros é como pisar em ovos. Reis declaram guerra semana sim, semana não; mercenários podem te atacar no meio da estrada; e mesmo ofender ou esbarrar em alguém pode ser motivo suficiente para a sua garganta ser cortada.

É tanta matança em Game of Thrones que me impressiona haver tantos idosos na série. Como chegaram naquela idade sem nenhuma cicatriz?

É por essas e outras razões que o personagem mais sensato é, sem dúvida, Doran Martell, o irmão de Oberyn e príncipe de Dorne. Enquanto o restante das famílias luta por poder, Doran prefere não se envolver com alianças, intrigas, vinganças e retaliações. Pena que, em Westeros, alguém com esse pensamento não vive muito para contar história.

Game of Thrones: Alexander Siddig também não gostou do destino de Doran Martellhttps://t.co/ZwsdHHGIDC pic.twitter.com/f7N4WVOXfO

— AdoroCinema (@adorocinema) September 23, 2016

É, nós também não. Sabia que existiu uma notícia (falsa) de que Doran seria interpretado por Selton Mello? Seria demais.

6 – Por que Jon Snow é tão odiado?

Antes de começar a assistir Game of Thrones, minhas impressões eram de que 1) Todos amavam o Tyrion e 2) Todos odiavam o Jon Snow. Pelo menos na internet, o que eu percebia era que Jon era um personagem chato, indeciso e, por vezes, irritante.

Mas conforme a série avança, o protagonismo de Jon também cresce, e ele se mostra uma das peças mais interessantes de Westeros. Jon é um bastardo, numa terra em que isso é quase tão ruim quanto ter cometido um crime. Além disso, a cena da sua morte, traído pela Patrulha da Noite, é uma das mais chocantes e emocionantes. Isso sem contar a nobre atitude de matar Mance Rayder, uma cena sensacional e que diz muito sobre nosso querido João das Neves.

Se tudo isso ainda não o convenceu, vale ler esta lista (em inglês) dos quarenta melhores personagens de Game of Thrones, feita pela revista Rolling Stone – Jon está em segundo lugar.

7 – Aproveitando: Por que Khal Drogo é tão amado?

Antes de virar o Aquaman, Jason Momoa brilhava como Khal Drogo, líder dos dothraki e marido de Daenerys. Em 2014, ele foi uma das principais atrações da primeira edição da CCXP aqui no Brasil. “Esse personagem deve ser um dos melhores”, pensei.

A primeira temporada passou, e Drogo bateu as botas. Esperei por algum tipo de ressurreição mágica nos próximos capítulos, mas nada. Ele é interessante, além de ser o responsável pelos ovos de dragão, mas, verdade seja dita, ele não está na  lista de personagens que eu gostaria de rever (alô, Ned Stark).

8 – Já repararam que todo mundo tem um baita senso de direção?

Sabe o caminho para o Castelo Negro? Sim.  Jardim de Cima? Claro, vou sempre lá. Seja usando cavalos, ou navegando em barcos, todos em Game of Thrones parece possuir o dom da localização: ninguém se perde, as viagens nem parecem tão longas e, de vez em quando, você até consegue encontrar um conhecido no meio do caminho.

Talvez a falta de um GPS tenha feito com que todo mundo precisasse se localizar só olhando para o Sol, mas sair de um lugar para outro quase sempre sem um mapa não deixa de ser, no mínimo, curioso. Até mesmo amarrado e em alto mar com um completo estranho, Tyrion sabe para onde ele está indo:

Ah, se o Waze fosse tão eficiente assim…

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CulturaGame of Thrones: as rotas dos principais personagens26 mar 2019 – 15h03

9 – Não, spoilers não estragam a experiência

Comecei a ver Game of Thrones com oito anos de atraso. Depois de tantos spoilers nas redes sociais e para escrever sobre a série, não achei que restaria alguma surpresa na trama para descobrir. Estava errado: mesmo sabendo dos principais acontecimentos, são tantos personagens e jornadas que é praticamente impossível assistir já sabendo de tudo.

À primeira vista, Game of Thrones me parecia uma série que se apoiava apenas na morte de seus personagens. Mas há muito mais do que isso. Intrigas, jogos de poder, histórias de amor e diálogos poderosos são algumas das coisas que tornam essa série um marco na história da televisão. E alguns dragões, é claro.

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How Do You Get a Prince to Talk?

I really wanted to write a lighter fanfic about Oberyn, but it was super hard, since his character is mostly 18+ themes! So, I gave it a shot. Enjoy!!!

Summary:  Our favorite Prince of Dorne, Oberyn Martell, has been acting a little distant, and off putting as of late.  Ellaria, a few of his girls and you have not only noticed but decided to get him to talk.  How do you get a prince to talk though?

Warnings: Tickling, so if you’re not into that, move on.  Nothing mature related, but several times were everyone knows what is being discussed.  So hard to write.  F/M dom.  FFFF ler and M lee.  Discussions about his inner circle of lovers, obviously.  Enjoy!

Oberyn Martell…. What can I say about the Prince of Dorne?  I joined Ellaria and him about a year ago, working for them as a servant.  I have been treated like royalty, which was a far better cry than how I was treated with my prior family.  He had a large circle of friends, family and of course, his lovers.  I knew of his reputation when they hired me on, but after having a long conversation with Ellaria and my past, where I was abused by multiple men, they kept me on as strictly a servant girl.

Not to say that I wasn’t present for any of their escapades.  On multiple occasions I had to bring in refreshments and food.  And on multiple occasions, Oberyn asked me to stay, but never pushed.  I would smile politely and decline, and he would say something like the offer will always stand, my dove.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to him.  He was confident, striking, funny, but lately, he was starting to annoy the girls.  After their private time, I would spend time cleaning up and bringing the girls, and sometimes boys of course, anything they needed.  Normally they asked for more food or drinks, clothing, etc. 

And then they would lay around chatting.  The conversations were usually pretty interesting, mostly about people they each knew or had been with, places they had been and horrible things they had witnessed.  I enjoyed listening as I was finishing up. 

Lately though, the conversations had been mostly about Oberyn and how obnoxious he had been.  He had not been relaxed like his normal self, not attentive, quick and not his sensitive self.  They were complaining about being rushed with him and when he would finish up, he would leave quick and without any sentiment.  This was not like them, they kept saying.

One of them overheard him tell Ellaria that he was getting bored with the monotony of life and wanted to start traveling again.  If he had told them that, they would have understood.  But no, he would complain.

Then his moodiness started affecting Ellaria.  She didn’t want him to be like this!  This wasn’t the man she loved unconditionally.  She wanted to snap him out of his funk but didn’t know how to do this since nothing really phased him. 

One day, she asked me to sit with her at one of their many windows overlooking the beautiful sea.  I just sat there admiring all the beauty around me.  She didn’t say anything at first, and finally let out a huge sigh.

“My beauty, I don’t know what to do with Oberyn.  There are moments I want to just hold him and let him give me all his stress…”  She held out a long pause, looking outside again.  “And there are times when I want to smash his head in!” 

I giggled at that thought.  “Ma’am, I had no idea you felt this way.  I’m so sorry.  Have you tried talking to him about this?”

She nodded.  “I have and when we talk, it doesn’t last very long.”  He just shrugs me off and says not to dwell on nonsense…….. so, what’s he doing???”  She was almost shouting.

“You know, sometimes we do things without even realizing it.  So, maybe you can take that approach,” and before I could even continue, she cut me off and stood up.

“I’ve been patient!  Now, I just want….” She had a small grin on her face and started ringing her hands together.  “I just want to teach him a lesson….. but I’m not sure how.”  She started pacing and had a finger up to her mouth.  You could tell she was really trying to think of how to do this.  “I don’t want to physically hurt him, although he does like that time to time.”

As she was pacing, the man of the hour moved through the doors, bursting them open with a grand entrance.  “My beauties…” he stated in a quieter voice. 

“My love, is everything alright?”  She went over to him and moved in for a deep, iconic kiss, and he kissed her on the cheek!  I instantly saw her face redden.  She grabbed his arm strongly, turning him around to face her.

“Love, what is going on?  You’re not acting like yourself!”  He stared at her, as if trying to think of an answer.  He put his hand up to her cheek softly.

“There has been a lot on my mind lately, my beauty.”

“Like what?”

“Nothing to bother you with.”  He turned around in a circle and that was it.  He waved me over to help him remove his overcoat and hang it up.  When removing it, he flinched towards his side.

“My prince, are you ok?”  He reached down to his side. 

“I’m fine, love.  I backed into a sharp corner earlier.”

“Can I see it, to see if you need something on it?”

“That would be nice.”  I glanced up at Ellaria, who was staring hard at him right now.

His bronze skin seemed to shine, and I saw a teeny, tiny speck of where he pointed.  I must have had a smirk on my face because he asked why I was smiling.  And since I’m a horrible liar, and I sometimes do not have a filter, I whispered, “Is this it?”  I looked up quickly and Ellaria and the same smile.

I then proceeded to touch it lightly and he flinched again.  So, I lightly traced my finger from that spot to his bottom rib and got a much larger reaction, but not one of pain.  A gasp escaped his lips and a small grin appeared on his face, which he covered up quickly.  He covered his side immediately and walked away from me towards the door.

“Are you sure you’re ok, my prince?”  I called over to him as he exited the room, nodding.

Turning over to Ellaria, with a large smile on my face as well as hers, “My lady, did you see his reaction?  I think your prince is ticklish!”  She stood there nodding.  “Did you know that?” 

“No, I, didn’t.  Normally our touches turn more sensual…”  She started pacing around the room again.  “But this gives me an idea.  It won’t hurt him, and it will certainly take control away and….”  she paused again now with her eyes as wide as silver coins.  “Oh, this will work.”

I smiled and started walking away, towards the door, to leave her to her thoughts.  “Wait!”  She yelled towards me.  “I can’t do this alone!  I need your help with planning!  And I’m not very good and haven’t been around, you know, tickling very much!  Have you any experience?”

I felt like I was being questioned for a brand-new position in the royal family.  “Well, I do have three older brothers, so, yes, they would like to torture me from time to time.”  I was recalling the fun I had with them when I was young, before I was taken.

“Great!  This will be fun!”  She seemed giddy almost and it made me laugh.  “We will need to recruit a few more people.

“Yes, the more the merrier.”  We sat down and started developing a plan.

A few days later, we decided that wine would help him relax more, so I brought out a few bottles for Ellaria, Oberyn and two of his other female lovers.  We wanted to toast him and basically build him up so he would forget his troubles.  After some food, and a lot of wine, I started walking over to him and sealed the deal.

Whispering in his ear, and lightly messaging his neck, I said, “My prince, I have been thinking, I would like to be a part of your social gathering tonight.”  I looked right at Ellaria, who was sipping her wine and smirking at me, nodding her head slightly.  The other two female attendants had the same look.  They had been told about the plan earlier and were really excited.

Oberyn’s eyes looked up at me, and a smile had formed.  “My dove, you have made my year.”  He started to lean in to kiss me, and I kissed his neck saying let’s save it for later. 

He stood up quickly, clapped his hands together.  “Later is now, my loves!  Shall we?”  He took my hand and led me to his room.  All five of use gathered and closed the door. 

“My love,” Ellaria, announced, “since this is her first time with us, might I suggest we ask her what she wants?”

“My dove, what a wonderful idea.”  He swooped over to kiss her hand and turn to me.  “Well, what do you want to experience tonight?”

I looked around and acted sheepish.  “Well, my prince, I’m not as experienced as you are, but one thing that has always peaked my interest……” I paused for dramatic effect, “is to have a strong, beautiful prince like yourself, be completely at my mercy.”  I slowly started walking over to him.  “Is that something we can arrange?”

“My dove, your wish is my command.”  Ellaria swooped behind him, gracefully.  She opened a drawer and pulled out 4 long silk scarves.  She weaved them between her fingers and walked back over to Oberyn.

“Love, it sounds like you are going to be completely at her mercy.”  She leaned in to kiss him and he returned it with his hands running through her hair.  He started to undress, and one of the other girls chimed in. 

“My prince, keep some of your robes on.  It’ll give us something to unwrap.”  She came over to him and allowed him to take off his long robe only and his shirt, leaving his chest open.  He left his pants and sandals on. 

He was grinning ear to ear, as we all were, but for very different reasons.  He started crawling up to the top of the bed.  All four of us had a scarf in our hands now, on all four corners of his large, four posted bed.  As Ellaria tied his right arm to the post, she whispered and said to him she had one more thing.

He grinned over at her as she walked back with one more scarf.  She started covering his eyes and tying it around the back of his head, kissing his forehead, as the rest of us finished tying his limbs.  My heart was racing.  I was so excited for Ellaria, and she now that he couldn’t see our faces, had a face of pure joy, excitement and hint a devilish glare in her eyes.

The other two women had the same exact looks, which I’m sure I did the same.  Ellaria sat next to his side, her fingers tracing his chest lightly.  “My love, before we begin, can you tell us what’s been troubling you so the past few weeks?”  He seemed to shift uncomfortable and cleared his throat.

“Ellaria, my dear, can’t we talk about this later?  I have a guest waiting to play…”

I chimed in, “Actually, my prince, I have been worried about you as well.  Please tell us what’s wrong.  We all care for you.”

He was now very still, and his hands were clenched into fists.  “My lovelies, I’m starting to get a bit impatient.” 

“As were we, my beauty.”  Ellaria said now, sitting up more, with her had setting on his chest, which was moving up and down more rapidly at this point.  “We have been worried about you and you have been extremely short with us.  Very uncharacteristic of you, my love.” 

At this point, he was squirming.  “Maybe we should do this another day?  I may have had a bit too much wine at dinner.”

“No, we will discuss this now.  And if you won’t, we will make you.”  One of the girls said, stroking his leg.

This actually peaked his interest.  “And how would you propose you make me?”  His small smile formed again.

This was my cue to step in, as Ellaria smiled and stepped back as I moved forward.  “My prince, if you won’t tell us on your own accord, we have ways to make you.”  I now straddled him, and my fingers lightly traced his abdomen.  He squirmed and a small smile was forming again.  “You see, the other day when I was checking your wound, I noticed you were a little sensitive in an area.”  As I said, this my hand went to the same side, and I started tracing my fingers there.

“Mymymmy love, what are yooyoyou doooing?”  he asked, chuckling slightly, barely being able to get the question out.

“Well, I noticed that you are a little soft here, and maybe we can find out where else, unless you tell us what’s been bothering you.”  I stopped my hands moving on his side, as a stern expression appeared, almost he was putting all these pieces together in his head.

Ellaria couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.  She has always seen her prince getting the upper hand in the past, but never have the tables been turned.  She was enjoying herself.  Oberyn must have heard her chuckle because nothing else was making a sound in the room.  I could tell he wanted to say something but was physically forcing himself to keep quiet.  Ellaria finally couldn’t take the silence any longer, so she swooped in, and her head was right next to his. 

“Love,” she whispered, “I’m going to enjoy myself immensely.”  Her fingers started lightly along his rib cage where his arms were spread apart, like he was being stretched.  As she did this, a huge smile appeared on his face, and he started giggling.  She continued this as he tried to squirm away, still very lightly.  She wanted to give him an opportunity to talk, but I could tell she was secretly hoping he wouldn’t.  He kept letting out these small gasps of air and clearing his throat, trying not to laugh.

Another one of the girls stepped in on his other side.  “My lady, please forgive me but I do not think you are doing this right.”  His head whipped over to the other side, and she dug her nails into his exposed ribs.  And that did it!  He started laughing hard.  He was whipping his head back and forth and arching his back, trying to escape her fingers. 

“Waaaaiiitttt!  Waaaiiiit!”  He was trying to move his body from side to side, with no avail. 

“Yes, my prince?”  she asked without stopping.  “Do you have something to tell us?”  They both stopped tickling him at this point.  The sad part of this was, he looked exhausted, and they hadn’t even really begun yet.

The second girl stepped in.  I was still straddling his hips, enjoying my little show.  She said, “I don’t think he has anything to tell us yet.”  Before he could reply, as he was still catching his breath, she started stroking his inner thigh and his muscles flexed under me.  “This looks promising.”  She said with an evil intent. 

At the same time, she started to grab his thighs, my hands went to his hips and we both started squeezing at the same time.  “Noooooononononooo noooooooo!”  His back arched aain, lifting his hips and me off the bed slightly.  “Waaaaiiaaiatttt, waaaait, puuuh leeeeeasse!  Nooooo nooooono!”  In between his pleading was a beautiful laugh that was almost song like.  I thought I could listen to him forever, although that might kill him.

“Aw, he said please, my lady.”  I said as I stopped.  “Do you think he meant it?”  I looked right at her.  Nope, she wasn’t done yet.

Ellaria had turned and had a sixth scarf, like she was pulling them out of thin air.  “No, no.  I don’t think he is.  In fact, I think all his talking is tiring him out, so let’s help him with that ladies.”  He was breathing hard.  She leaned in to his head as he was saying please, over, and over to her, calling her every sweet thing he could muster up.  She reached around his head again and tied a thicker scarf in his mouth, around the back of head.  He immediately realized his pleas were going to fall on deaf ears.

He was shaking his head no, back, and forth.  “Shhhh, my love.  Save your strength.  We have so much more of your body to explore.”

He let out a long, low groan, and not one like I’ve heard coming from his mouth before.  He knew he was doomed.  “Ladies,” Ellaria had said after securing his mouth, “Let us rearrange, so we may each have different areas to play with.” 

I got off his hips, and one of the girls took my place.  Ellaria and I each stood by one of his legs and the fourth girl stood at his side.  This girl politely asked, “My lady, should we each take turns, so we may appreciate each part separately?”  Again, he was violently shaking his head no, making angry groaning sounds.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen our prince, the Red Viper himself, behave like this.  And yes, let us each take turns…… to start.  I would like to go first.”  Ellaria reached down to his thigh, and I thought that’s where she would start, but her small hand migrated down his leg slowly, to his sandaled foot, where he kept kicking as much as he could.  She slowly removed his sandal, and he started jerking drastically.  He was trying to break through is restraints, and for a minute, I thought he would and kill us all!

“My love,” she said sweetly, “You must not exert all your energy.  Come now.”  Her fingers started scraping the bottom of his foot as he was thrashing, not able to see or speak.  He was violently shaking his head, pleading for her to stop, which she did not.  I started to remove his other sandal and scratched under his toes as they curled around my fingers.  Ellaria grabbed his ankle now firmly with all her strength to keep his leg still and started scrapping his arch, which made him laugh extremely loudly.  “I think I found another special spot.  Remind me to never give you foot rubs again.  I might be too tempted to do this!  The other two girls sighed.

“My lady, it isn’t fair for you to have all the fun.  Let us join you now. We want to play too.”  If you didn’t know what was happening, you would think they were all just talking about playing an instrument, or a game.  But no. 

Ellaria sighed and nodded her head in agreement.  And all at once, both his feet were being maliciously tortured, his hips had hands on each of them, and his poor ribs were being massaged meticulously.  He was screaming, and I saw maybe a combination of tears and sweat dropping down his chin.

For a split second, I felt bad for him.  We “played” with him for about 5 minutes, but to him, it probably felt like an hour.  Constantly poking, prodding, massaging his body in a way he wasn’t used to.  “My lady, maybe we should let him rest.  It seems he has a hard time breathing.”  Ellaria nodded in agreement, and just like that, all four of us stopped.

He was breathing so hard you would have thought he sprinted a mile or so.  “Please remove the scarf from his mouth and let him get a good breath in, will you sweet?”

The girl that played with his ribs gently pulled the scarf out of his mouth, so it draped across his neck.  If possible, he was breathing even harder now.  We just sat there letting him catch his breath, and his sanity.

All of a sudden, words started to form between the heavy breathing and the small shudders of laughs that were still escaping his lips, trembling.  “Pppuleeeease, please, nooono more.”  He spoke quietly, as it took all his energy to muster up those three words.

“But my prince, you were smiling ear to ear and laughing.  We thought you liked this,” said the woman sitting on his hips.  She was lightly tracing her fingers along his abdomen, which made him jolt and shiver.

“No,noooono.  I ththiinnk I’m reedeady to talk, my lovvves.”  Just as quietly spoken as before. “Just please, nono more tickckcling…”  He was barely able to get that out of his mouth.  Ellaria now walked back to his head and removed the scarf from his eyes.  He had them closed but was trying to open them.  They were tear streaked, red and swollen.  I’m sure he has never had anything like this happen to him, good or bad.  He had absolutely no control.

“Oberyn, at this point, we want you to know we love you and if there’s anything we can do for you to help you get back to your normal, loving self, that’s what we want.  The past few weeks have been troubling for us.  Because something has been troubling you.”  Ellaria spoke calmly, with her face a few inches from his, that still barely could see and still looked straight up.

“Plus, you have said you wanted us to take control sometimes…..well, that’s what we did, my Prince.”  One of the girls explained.  He started shaking his head no, and the smile on his face started to disappear.

“That’s not what I meant, and you that.  Now, untie me.”  He started to get more firm in his speech, which made me a bit worried.  I didn’t want anyone to get in trouble, or worse.  Ellaria must have seen the expression on my face. 

“Ladies, please exit the chambers.”  The two got up and I followed suit, until her hand reached out, grabbed my arm to stay.  Not you.  You may stay.”

My heart was racing.  Is she going to accuse me for all this?  How mad would he be.  I was looking over at her with worry and concern on my face.  She smiled softly at me.  “Will you please untie his legs, my sweet?”

I shook my head yes and started to untie them as quickly as I could, while she did his wrists.  When I was done, he sat up slowly, eyes wide open, no smile on his face.  I stepped back from the bed about 6 feet, out of reach from anyone or anything.  Ellaria stood by his side.  He took his pointer finger and moved it, signaling me to come towards him.

I’m so dead, I thought!  He knows Ellaria wouldn’t do this!  I walked and stood right at the foot of the bed again.

“So, which one of you lovelies’ idea was this, and don’t lie to me.”  I quickly looked at Ellaria, with panic in my face.  I started to open my mouth to speak, but she spoke first.

“My love, it was both of our ideas.  No one more than another.  We wanted to see you happy again and were really worried about you lately.”  He put an arm around her waist, pulling her in closely, still staring right at me.

“Well, it, it worked, right?  You were smiling!”  I said, trying to keep in light.

“Come here.”  I walked over to his side next to Ellaria slowly, with my head lowered.  This is how I die.  The Red Viper will pull a blade from nowhere with poison on it, and I’m done.  I must have been shaking visibly.  “Why are you shaking, my love?  Do you feel bad for what you did to me?”

I just nodded my head yes really quickly, too quickly.    He let go of Ellaria’s hand and now reached for mine.  I started shaking more. 

“You have nothing to fear from me.”  He swung his legs off the bed and stood up next to me, looking down at my short from.  I kept my head down still.  He took his hand, lifted my chin up to him and leaned in.  I thought he was going to kiss me for a second, but he leaned towards the side of my head and whispered in my ear, “Next time though, it’s your turn.” 

My eyes got huge.  He was smiling from ear to ear, and I felt my soul leave my body.  I’m right, he will eventually kill me!  And we never even found out what was bothering him!!!

To be continued…….???

Fin

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Day 28: Ellaria and Oberyn in Massage

Lee: Oberyn Martell/Red Viper

Ler: Ellaria Sand

Summary:  Ellaria is giving her love a nice massage, and notices something about him. 

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  Some suggestive comments.

“Ellaria, my love.  Can you give me a back massage please?  I’m quite sore and stiff from long journey yesterday.”

“Of course, Oberyn.  Lay down on the bed.  I’ll be over in a minute.”  Ellaria loved making Oberyn feel more comfortable, especially when it was just them two.  He removed his shirt and laid down on the massive bed on his stomach, with his arms above his head stretch out. 

She gently walked up to him and sat on the backs of his legs for her support.  With a small amount of oil in her hand, she started kneading along his strong, toned shoulders and neck muscles, which were stiff, but not any worse that she had felt in the past.  She must have hit a good spot though, because he let out a small groan, so she kept massaging there.

“My dove, can you massage lower, around my shoulder blades, please?”

She smiled, nodded, and moved her hands down to his upper back.  Slowly and firmly pressing, the noises he made that escaped his lips were all the confirmation she needed that she was hitting the right spots.  “My prince, is this the spot?”  She started leaning down with more of her tiny body weight and he let out a nice groan of agreement.

He never actually said any words though, so she stopped altogether.  As much as she loved pleasing him in more ways than one, a simple, verbal acknowledgement from time to time would be nice.

“Love, why have you stopped?”

“You weren’t answering me, so I decided to wait on an actual answer, Oberyn.”  She said pointedly, keeping her hands on his back.

“You would want me to give you verbal approval and praise instead of satisfying your prince?”  He turned his head slightly so he could barely see her face and gave her a cocky smirk.  Now, Ellaria was a strong woman who had been through a lot in her life.  She had also learned all Oberyn’s cues to her on when he wanted her to submit to him. 

She smiled kindly back, realizing this and said, “My love, let me rub out a few more knots in your back quickly.  We don’t want you to pull anything now.”  He put his face down back on the bed without any disagreement.  She put a few more drops of oil in her hands and started rubbing now more weirdly, towards his sides.  Unintendedly she massaged a sensitive rib causing him to flinch a bit.  “I’m sorry, did I hit a sore spot?”

He shook his head no, keeping his head down.  Again, with the not answering her!  So, she did it again on purpose and felt his body move up and down a few times almost like he was laughing or trying to keep a laugh at bay.  Hmmmm, she thought.  This could be fun for her.

She now slowly took her long, manicured fingers and rubbed almost all his ribs at the same time, forcing him to stiffen up and curl on one side.  He would never admit he was ticklish to her, she thought.  That was probably a sign of weakness for Martell men, and he didn’t really tell her to stop, so she moved her hands down a little further, reached on his underside to his torso and massaged his hips.

At this point, he lifted them both off the bed and he flipped over, grabbing her wrists.  His face got three inches from hers, and he has a small grin on it.  “What are you doing, Dove?”

“What do you mean?” she asked sweetly.  “You seem extra sensitive today, Oberyn.  You must be really sore.”  She knew exactly what he was asking her but will never admit that he was ticklish.  She smiled sweetly back at him.  “Are you too sore for me to finish your massage, my prince?”

“No,” he said softly, still staring straight at her with a grin.  She couldn’t tell if he was enjoying this or wanted to move onto other extra circular activities. 

“Ok, well, roll back over then so we can continue.”  They both stared at each other for what seemed like five minutes, before he slowly rolled back on his stomach.  This time, he kept his arms down at his sides, shielding her from those areas.

She went back to rubbing his back and shoulders properly, so he started to loosen up, letting down his guard a bit.  She then took that opportunity to aggressively reach into his armpits and squeeze.  This sent a huge jolt through his entire body lifting it off bed and make a gasp laugh sound, she had never heard!  Totally worth it, she thought!

She kept massaging his armpits and also hanging on for dear life.  He curled up and finally let loose a beautiful laugh he had stored up.  It was like a song, but he was quick to flip over, grabbed her wrists again.  He pulled her in for a strong kiss, which she returned. 

“Your turn for a massage now, my love.”  He said quietly with a huge smile on his face.

“I’m just fine, my prince.”

“No, I insist, you have been so generous.”  He whipped out of bed so quickly and started going to his door.

“Where are you going, my love?”

“I would love a few others to join me in massaging you.  Stay right here.”  He was grinning ear to ear.

Uh, oh, she thought.  What I have I done???