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Princess Sansa Martell. That’s her name, the key to getting away from King’s Landing. Away from the beatings, away from Joffery and Cersei. Away from the men who beat her daily for their king’s amusement. When she was a girl, she used to dream of a prince coming to take her away, swooping her up in his arms, and showering her with passionate kisses. She used to dream of romance until she came to King’s Landing. She thought this place was once magic, where her sweetest of dreams would come true. If she had only known then what she knew now. Maybe her father would still be alive, her sister as well. She’d still be home, safe behind the walls of Winterfell.
She has another chance though now. She took her chance at freedom by taking on the Martell name. Oberyn had seen how she was treated, he and his paramour Ellaria vowed to not allow the Lannisters and the evil of King’s Landing to kill another innocent girl. Oberyn may have not been able to spare his sister and her children their pain, but he could honor them by protecting another innocent life. He knew Elia would have wanted it. He married her, claiming he needed someone to produce him a legitimate heir, he had played it up, made it seem like he was demanding for his own selfish needs. It had worked, he had manipulated and played to Cersei’s cruelty and won.
His only regret is having to put her through the damn bedding ceremony. He never understood it, why must a woman losing her maidenhead be a spectacle? Why does proof need to be had that she is indeed wedded and bedded? He wishes he could save her from this barbaric custom. He'd promised her, this would be the only time he'd ever allow anyone to gaze upon her without her consent. This would be the last time anyone harmed and humiliated her. He was able to save her from the drunken men who would try and tear her clothes off on the way to the chamber thanks to his bannermen.
"Sweetling?" Oberyn calls out as he steps into the bed chamber dressed only in his breeches, which he discards on his way to the bed.
He knew not far behind him would be Maester Pycelle, Joffrey, Tywin and Cersei would be behind him soon. His bare feet pad across the chilled floor, seeking out his new bride. As he comes upon the bed, he sees her sitting on the edge, dressed in only a thin gown, her eyes rimmed with tears. His heart breaks, he is going to break the one rule he and his people have always lived by. They don’t hurt little girls in Dorne. Even though Sansa is now eight and ten, she is still just an innocent girl. He will carry the full shame of this night for them both.
“If I knew another way, I would surely take it. This place is nothing but evil and I apologize I am only going to add to your torment.” Oberyn apologizes as he kneels before his new wife and takes her hands in his.
“I know, I don’t blame you. I know you’re protecting me, and you’d never hurt me. I trust you, my prince…” Sansa curls her fingers around Oberyn’s and gives him a weak smile.
“I promise this is the last time they will ever have a chance to hurt you. When this is over, when I have you safe in Dorne, I swear you are free to live as you see fit. Even if it is away from me. I know I demanded an heir, but know it was to simply sell our scheme.” Lifting her hands, Oberyn places gentle kisses on the knuckles of both her hands.
“I can’t wait… can I tell you a secret? Sansa asks softly.
“You can tell me anything you wish, my princess.” Bowing his head for a moment, Oberyn then offers a smile.
“I use to think the bedding ceremony was wicked, but it sounded fun. My friends and I would talk about princes whisking us away, making love to us, and living happily ever after… Now I feel it is just silly.” She sighs and shakes her head.
“There is nothing silly about having such dreams, they are possible.” Lifting his hand, Oberyn cups her cheek and brushes his thumb over her soft skin. “Tonight can and will be all about you, Lannisters be damned. Now may I share a secret with you?”
“Anything,” Sansa states with a blush, not used to kindness or gentleness. She has known none is so long that she has almost forgotten how it feels.
“I am a greedy man when it comes to love. Yes, I love freely as does Ellaria, but when I am with someone, I am greedy in the moment. I want nothing more than to leave them breathless and only knowing my name… If you give me that chance, I will make sure you forget any of the prying eyes that will be upon you this evening.” He proclaims and slowly rises to his feet, still holding Sansa’s hands. “Trust me?”
“I do.” Sansa flusters a little, slowly rising to her feet. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t turned on. Oberyn is a beautiful man with dark eyes and tanned skin. He may be a few decades older than she, but he doesn’t look it.
Bending down, Oberyn presses his lips to Sansa’s, testing the waters and giving her the option of pulling away. When she doesn’t, when she leans into him, he deepens the kiss and wraps his arms around her slender frame. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t already hooked on the taste of her kiss. She tastes like spice as fiery as her hair and tart like the lemon cakes she loves so much.
Sansa gets lost in the kiss, almost forgetting what lies ahead of them and the humiliation they are about to endure. A moan escapes Sansa’s lips as the kiss lingers, her arms sliding up and around Oberyn’s neck just as a loud knock sounds. With a growl, Oberyn breaks the kiss and looks towards the door.
“Come in.” He orders, his tone harsher than the one he reserves for Sansa and Ellaria.
His arms stay around his new bride as the chamber doors open and their audience arrives. Sansa’s arms slide down and around him, tightening as they do. He shields her the best he can as Cersei, Tywin, Maester Pycelle, and Joffery enter, three of the four looking arrogant and smug.
“Well, let’s get on with it.” Joffery orders, chuckling to himself, hoping to take pleasure in Sansa’s humiliation.
“Patience, I’m not a savage, and Sansa is my wife. Then again, I don’t expect a boy to know how to do a man’s job.” Oberyn grins before turning towards Sansa and lifting her chin to look at him. “Focus on me. Ignore them. It’s hard I know, but trust me.”
“I’ll try.” Sansa murmurs, wanting to be brave, even if she feels herself wanting to cry.
“Good girl.” Oberyn murmurs and seizes her lips in a bruising kiss, his hands bunching her gown up as they rest on her hips.
Sansa focuses on the sensation of kissing her new husband, the way his strong hands give her a sense of comfort, and how easily she has been able to trust him. He has never given her reason to not. When the kiss breaks, Oberyn pulls the gown over her head and drops it to the floor, leaving her bare. He doesn’t give her time to feel embarrassed as he lifts her from the floor and places her on the bed, pressing his knee between her thighs. One hand grips her hip, the other rests beside her head to prop him above her. When he ducks his head, his lips brush over her jaw and the shell of her ear.
“You’re such a brave girl. I need to taste you, my princess.” He murmurs and lifts his head to look at her. Her slightly confused look is adorable and he can’t help but lean down and kiss her forehead and then her nose.
“Must you show off or are you going to get on with it?” Cersei demands, part of her may be a bit envious. Jamie is a wonderful lover, but part of her, she has heard stories about Oberyn, part of her has even wondered how true they are.
“My wife is a princess and deserves to be treated as such,” Oberyn states, but his gaze never leaves his wife.
Joffrey watches on, trying to hide the fact that his cock has grown hard. Yes, he’s seen many a woman in the nude and they have allowed him a touch here and there, but he’d admit, seeing the act stirred a desire in him. If only he had gotten his hands on Sansa first.
Sansa’s head lulls to the side for a moment, meeting Joffery’s malicious gaze causing her breath to hitch. Her body tenses, but Oberyn is quick to gently turn her gaze back to him with a smile.
“Close your eyes, little wolf. Focus on me, they aren’t here and don’t matter.” Oberyn instructs and presses a kiss to Sansa’s forehead and then her lips. “We are far from here, laying among silk sheets with our darling Ellaria.”
That makes Sansa smile. Ellaria calms Sansa, she has been her comfort. Sansa’s favorite place to be is with her head resting in Ellaria’s lap while she plays with her hair. Sansa has made it very clear she will always want Ellaria near and one of the first things she made sure of when she wed Oberyn was that Ellaria would still share their bed. Both assured Sansa of this. Oberyn found himself overjoyed at her acceptance of his paramour and jokes often that he is jealous as Ellaria loves Sansa more than she does him.
Sansa nods and follows Oberyn’s request, willing her eyes close as she tries to relax. She tries to focus on Oberyn and the feel of his lips, not the crawling of her skin as she can feel the eyes of her abusers on her. Her fingers curl into the sheets as Oberyn’s lips catch one of her nipples, giving it a gentle suck and releasing it with a pop. It makes her faintly giggle, which is music to Oberyn’s ears. He wants her to feel safe, to know she can trust him.
There is a surprised yelp and an arching of her back when Oberyn’s tongue finds its way down to part her folds and licks a long stripe from her center to her clit. She’s never heard of such a thing. She knew how sex worked, but she never thought of a man using his mouth to pleasure a woman. Part of her wants to pull away, but when he catches her clit between his lips and gives a rough suck she finds her hips rolling as if they have a mind of their own.
The sounds Sansa makes and the roll of her hips drive Oberyn’s actions. He teases her clit with his tongue, bringing a hand up to part her folds and expose all of her to him. Part of him was putting on a show, but the other wanted to please her. Wanted to make her come apart with his name on her lips. The scent of her and her taste makes his cock hard, throbbing to be buried deep inside her.
“My sweetling, you are quite addictive.” He murmurs before his tongue slips inside her, devouring her like a starving man having his last meal.
To the side their audience watches, Tywin stoic as always, Cersei looking a bit offended and denying she feels desire and warmth pooling low in her belly and between her thighs. Joffrey looks disgusted, asking himself what kind of man would even want to put his face in a woman’s cunt. It’s just a warm place for a man to stick his cock when he’s bored.
Sansa’s body flushes pink as she moans, her hand coming down to tangle in Oberyn’s dark locks, subconsciously pushing his face against her cunt. He groans in encouragement as he slips a long finger into her, curling it slightly to hit just the right place inside her. Brown eyes watch her as his tongue teases her clit. It’s a beautiful sight. While he wished it was under better terms, he hopes when she looks back at this night she only remembers how he made her feel, not the vultures watching them.
“Oh Gods…” Sansa pants out.
“Let go, princess. I’ve got you.” Oberyn instructs, his tongue taking the place of his finger, delving into her sweetness as his thumb rubs rough circles over her clit.
It’s not long before he has Sansa coming apart, writhing under him and arching her back. He laps at her, devouring her and consuming every drop of desire that floods his mouth as she cums. He doesn’t stop as she tugs his dark locks and whines for him. Sansa finds herself in a daze, wave after wave of pleasure, not even with her most elaborate of fantasies has she ever made herself cum like this.
Only when she calms does Oberyn pull back, licking his lips. He pushes up, placing his hand back next to Sansa’s head, he hovers over her and watches her eyes open once more to stare up at him. He kisses her forehead and then her nose. As he goes to speak the doors opening once more draw his attention towards their audience. Two members of the Kingsguard enter. Ser Meryn Trant and Ser Boros Blount, the two responsible for Sansa’s beatings.
Oberyn pushes up from the bed, uncaring of his nakedness as Sansa panics and pulls the sheets over her bare body. The blissful look in her eyes dissipates and is replaced by fear.
“What is the damn meaning of this? First, you make me allow you to watch me bed my wife and now you want to make it a fucking spectacle?” Oberyn growls, even nude his presence is powerful and commanding.
“They are just here for protection.” Cersei chuckles, knowing she wants every chance to humiliate Sansa before she is free.
“Get on with it,” Joffrey demands, glaring at Oberyn who doesn’t budge.
"Judging by the way your tiny little cock is trying to escape your pants, I’m sure you want a vision to stroke it to later… your grace.” Oberyn chuckles. He enjoys goading Joffery and is further amused when Tywin stops him from moving forward to strike Oberyn. He gives him a cocky smirk, glancing from the tent in Joffery’s pants to his own cock hanging thick and heavy between his legs.
“The faster we get this over with, the faster you can see your way home,” Tywin suggests.
“Spoken like a man who has never known how to please a woman.” Oberyn snarks before turning back to his little wife.
Settling on the bed, he leans in and kisses her forehead and then her lips as he gathers her in his arms, feeling her tremble. He wanted to lash out, to make them all pay. They were turning this moment into twisted pleasure for themselves. He didn’t care about himself, he just hated that it was being done to Sansa for the sole reason to torment her once more.
“Listen to me, princess. This is the last time they are going to try and hurt you, I swear it. Focus on me, they don’t matter. You’re better than them.” He soothes and guides her to lay back.
“I do trust you, my prince,” Sansa responds as she settles back, willing her body to relax and pretend it truly is just her and Oberyn. That Ellaria is there, comforting her and they are alone with one another.
Oberyn watches her momentarily, not sparing a glance at the spectators. He won’t give them any pleasure in gaining further reaction from him, not when he has his beautiful little wife to pleasure.
He guides her legs apart, settling between them. He places his forearm next to her head, leaning his weight on it as the other hand comes down to squeeze her hip. It makes his heart flutter that her gaze reflects her trust in him and knowing she will forgive him for this makes him a happy man.
Leaning down, he captures her lips in a slow kiss as his hand comes down to stroke his cock and slowly guide himself to her waiting entrance. He pushes in gently, causing her to gasp as he stretches her tight little cunt and breaks her maidenhead. Her arms wrap around him, nails finding his back. Tears fall from her eyes as he sheathes himself to the hilt.
“I’m sorry, little wolf.” He murmurs when the kiss breaks and kisses her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears.
He lets her adjust, ignoring the clearing of throats and chuckles. If he wasn’t buried inside his wife and focused on her, he would be at Joffery’s throat when he hears him refer to Sansa as a whore to Ser Meryn. Instead, he watches her, letting her get comfortable before his hips move, starting slow with long and deep thrusts. She feels heavenly and he hopes one day, she will allow him her pleasure under better circumstances.
The way he stretches her burns, like she may split in two. She tries to focus on him, and his promises to soothe and protect her. He is her shield at this moment, even when Joffery calls her a whore and Ser Meryn taunts about it being a shame he couldn’t break her in. Her nails drag down Oberyn’s back his he fills her to the brim with each thrust.
“Such a good, brave little wolf. I’m so proud of you.” Oberyn praises, ducking his head to brush kisses along her neck.
Sansa whimpers and blushes, her nails leaving crescent-shaped imprints on Oberyn’s back, followed by trails of pink when she rakes them down his back. He hisses in pleasure, encouraging her to take what she needs from him. Sansa finds herself slowly rolling her hips, the sudden need to have him fuck her into the sheets washes over her. She doesn’t know where it comes from, but she finds herself needing every inch of his cock.
“Faster, please.” She asks, meeting Oberyn’s gaze when he lifts his head.
“As you wish.” He chuckles, moving from his forearm to resting his weight on his hand as he pushes up to hover over her.
Most of their onlookers simply watch, but Joffery and Ser Meryn are a little more into it. Joffery watches how Sansa gives in to Oberyn, and how she whimpers for him. Part of him wishes he had broken her in, made her scream for him. He’d have taken what he wanted from her and cast her aside. Ser Meryn watches, envisioning how Sansa’s tight little virgin cunt would feel wrapped around his cock. He’d fuck her into the sheets while making her beg. The thought makes his cock twitch.
Oberyn’s hips meet Sansa’s jolting her body, his head hanging for a moment as he groans. He can feel her desire coating his cock as it drips from her entrance. Sansa finds herself getting more into it, feeling pleasure building in her stomach. The sensation from before is creeping up on her, each thrust is drawing her closer to the edge.
“Fuck. Little wolf your pretty little pussy is heavenly.” Oberyn groans, watching her as he feels her cunt tighten around him. “Do you need to cum, sweetling?”
“I… yes. I think.” Sansa nods, blushing softly, feeling a bit bashful at his bluntness.
“Cum for me, little wolf. Cum on my cock, I want to feel it. Let go, I’ve got you, my brave girl.” He praises.
That’s all she needs to fall over the edge, crying out his name loud enough that it seems to echo through the room. She gushes around his cock, arching her back and trembling as waves of pleasure wash over her. Oberyn fucks her through her orgasm, thinking to himself it’s a beautiful sight. His lovely wife’s head tipped back, his name on her lips being whimpered like a prayer.
As she calms, Sansa feels a sense of bravery. Her orgasm seems to have woken another side of her, a devious side. Perhaps it was in her all along, or the fact that despite the audience, she is no longer feeling shy. Oberyn notices the look in her eyes, the look of pleasure and mischief. He feels a sense of pride as he watches her come out of her shell.
“What does my brave little princess want?” He asks, his voice an octave lower than normal as it’s flavored with lust for the beautiful woman under him. He slows his pace allowing her to speak.
She ponders for a moment, knowing their onlookers have seen every part of her. Knowing they are taking pleasure in thinking she doesn’t want this. That she is faking and that Oberyn is violating her. Which is far from the truth. She has never felt safer and more cared for. She knows he won’t hurt her, he will never shame her or make her feel silly.
“I want… I want to ride your cock, just like Ellaria does and I want them to see them as they watch me do it.” Sansa shocks herself with her words, they almost taste foreign on her tongue but she likes it.
“My brave girl, you can have anything you wish.” He chuckles.
Sansa whines when she feels the loss of his cock, her needy little pussy immediately demands to be filled again as her walls clench. Oberyn groans at the loss of her warmth.
“I don’t see any seed.” Cersei comments, chuckling to herself. “Can’t find yourself able to finish the job?” She taunts.
Oberyn snorts at Cersei as he shifts to sit on the bed, helping Sansa up and settling her knees on either side of his. His hands grip her hips as her hands come to rest on his to steady herself. She faces her tormentors, pressing her back to Oberyn’s chest. He peers at the vultures over Sansa’s shoulder and smirks. Sansa moans as Oberyn guides her, helping her slowly sink down on his cock.
“Fuck.” Sansa whines as her head falls back and her hips start to roll. She gets lost in the moment, of how good it feels. The angle is magic.
“I think I am already addicted to your pretty little cunt.” Oberyn growls, feeling Sansa’s desire drip down his cock. “I’m so proud of you, little wolf.”
One of Oberyn’s hands slides up Sansa’s side, cupping one of her perfect breasts. His thumb brushes over the hardened bud of her nipple, watching their spectators with a vengeful glare in his eyes. He’d damn them all, gouge their eyes out for daring to look at his little wife.
“Oberyn…” Sansa whines, rocking her hips faster, taking every inch of him and letting the head of his cock brush the spot deep inside her that makes her tremble.
“I’ve got you, take what you need.” He murmurs and kisses her shoulder, sitting up slightly, his hand comes back to brace himself so he can rock his hips up to meet Sansa’s.
Joffrey sneers, his hand coming down to palm at himself, his cock painfully hard. The audacity and fact Sansa looks to be enjoying herself wasn’t part of the plan. He wanted her in pain, sobbing and begging for it to end, not moaning and begging for more. Ser Meryn focuses on Sansa, watching how her cunt is stretched over Oberyn’s cock, her desire glistening as it trickles down. Cersei will never admit how wet she is, how this is secretly turning her on and has her pussy aching and needing to be filled. Her face remains cold, not wanting to betray how she feels.
Sansa brings her focus to the vultures watching, feeling brave. She feels empowered by Oberyn’s words of praise and his movements, wanting to bring her pleasure instead of pain. She can feel pleasure building warm in her stomach as Oberyn thrusts up into her. While keeping her eyes on the spectators, she leans back against his chest.
“Does my little wolf like riding my cock? Letting them see the pleasure it brings you?” Oberyn murmurs as his lips find her neck, tongue snaking out to lick a trail up to her ear.
“Yes. It feels wonderful. I want nothing more than to feel you fill me up.” Her words shock her, but the heat of the moment has her head spinning.
Sansa’s body jolts a bit as she and Oberyn’s hips meet. He feels himself close, his cock throbbing and begging for him to release. He watches the vultures as well, both he and Sansa showing their power, their resilience. Oberyn watches Ser Meryn closely. He knows the man is fantasizing, getting off on thinking of himself buried in Sansa’s pretty pink little pussy. The look Oberyn gives him is possessive, one that is a warning, Sansa is his and he will brutalize anyone who dares to touch her and bring her harm.
“I’m so close.” Sansa murmurs, her gaze meeting Joffery’s. She notices how he is palming himself and it brings her joy. He will never touch her again.
Oberyn slides his hand around Sansa’s hips, letting his fingers find her clit. He rubs circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. His hips don’t relent, fucking her the way she deserves to be fucked. Giving her his all because he loves to watch her come apart.
“Cum for me, little wolf. Cum on your prince’s cock. I know you can, my good little princess.” He encourages.
His words are what sends her over the edge, crying out and arching her back. She looks Cersei in the eye as she cums, walls clenching around Oberyn’s cock. She spares Ser Meryn a gaze before her mind clouds and all she can think about is Oberyn’s cock and him spilling inside her. He promised her moon tea, she knows he will keep the promise. Her eyes open and for a moment she smirks at the onlookers. Silently telling them she belongs to Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand. She belongs to Dorne.
The way Sansa clenches around him and milks his cock sends him over the edge. He groans as he spills inside her, filling her to the brim with his hot seed. Both get lost in the moment, cumming together and trembling pressed against one another.
Once they calm down Sansa whimpers, not wanting to lose the full feeling she has, but she knows they need to show proof. Oberyn kisses her shoulder, not wanting to leave Sansa’s warmth. He knows he must oblige to finally get rid of the vultures.
“I’ve got you little wolf.” He murmurs, gently grasping her hips and slowly lifting her, letting his cock fall from her warmth, followed by his cum spilling out between them.
Sansa almost pouts as her walls clench around nothing. She lets Oberyn lay her down and presses a kiss to her lips, soft and slow. He wanted to comfort her, and tend to her as any good husband should.
“My perfect little wolf. Let me get rid of the vultures and I will spend the evening tending to you. We can bring back our darling Ellaria.” He smiles.
“I’d like that… I wonder if she’d be willing to have a bath with me, I do enjoy those.” Sansa giggles and it is music to Oberyn’s ears.
“Anything. You can have anything you wish. You two will run off, leaving me to simply be the cock you use for your pleasure.” He teases, making Sansa laugh as he pulls the sheets over her bare body.
With one more kiss, Oberyn pulls back and pushes off the bed. He brings his attention to the spectators and chuckles. He motions towards the door, wanting to get rid of them as quickly as possible.
“You can go now. You saw the bedding and seeding, now get the hell out of my chambers.” His voice is deep and shows there is no room for debate. “I’m sure Joffery and Ser Meryn want to get to stroking their cocks, knowing they will never have a woman like Sansa.”
Joffrey goes to speak, but Tywin shuts him up. Tywin was the only one that hadn’t taken some form of pleasure watching. Oberyn glares at them all, calling for his own guards. He motions for them to see the group out. Tywin ushers them out under the gaze of Oberyn’s guards. Cersei spares one last sneer as she knows she has now lost at part of the little game.
“Send for Ellaria please.” He asks of his squire, Daemon Sand.
Daemon nods, exiting the chambers, leaving Oberyn and Sansa alone. Oberyn moves back onto the bed, smiling down at Sansa who is a little flush. She looks up at Oberyn and smiles, but feels tears welling in her eyes. She realizes she is finally free, that she can leave this dreadful place and never have to look back.
“What’s wrong, little princess?” Oberyn asks, cupping her cheek and kissing her forehead. His thumb brushes a few tears away as they fall.
“I’m free. I’m finally free of them. I can live and not fear every waking moment.” She confesses, bringing her hand up to rest over Oberyn’s and nuzzling her cheek into his rough palm.
“You are. You will never fear again. I swear it on my life.” He smiles and rests his forehead against Sansa’s, nuzzling her nose.
The couple pulls back when the chamber doors open and Ellaria steps in, quickly closing the door behind her. She smiles at the sight, knowing Oberyn took very good care of their girl. In her hand, she carries a teacup, which she sets on the nightstand as she approaches the bed. Settling on the edge of the bed, on Sansa’s other side, she smiles and reaches out to brush some of Sansa’s firey hair from her face.
“How do you feel, my darling?” Ellaria asks as Sansa slowly sits up and picks the teacup.
“Free. I feel overwhelmed, but happy and Oberyn took good care of me.” She confesses before slowly drinking down her moon tea.
“I will always take care of you, both of you. You’re my loves and I will keep you as long as you allow me.” Oberyn promises, pressing a kiss to the top of Sansa’s head and then leaning over to kiss Ellaria softly.
“And we love you.” Ellaria smiles.
Sansa smiles and hums to herself once her tea is gone and she is setting the cup down on the nightstand. She looks down at herself and blushes when she peeks under the sheets to see a mix of her and Oberyn’s cum drying on her thighs. Looking up, she bites her lip and looks between Oberyn and Ellaria.
“I think a bath would be nice.” Sansa chuckles.
“Of course. You ladies go freshen up and I will see to our bed.” Oberyn states.
“Will you join us after?” Sansa asks in a hopeful tone.
“I’d love nothing more.” Oberyn smiles, pressing kisses to the lips of both his ladies.
“Come along, little princess.” Ellaria stands and offers her hand to Sansa.
The ladies join hands as Sansa stands up. Ellaria presses a kiss to Sansa’s forehead and then to her lips causing Sansa to giggle. She lets Ellaira lead her to the tub as Oberyn starts to strip the bed and find new sheets.
Sansa began this night as an innocent woman, bashful but she ended it with grace and passion, staring her tormentors down and refusing to let them break her. Oberyn and Ellaria are both proud to be a part of Sansa’s awakening.