i don't want to curse your name; i don't want to feel the sadness (open)

[redviperofdorne]

He should have known better. Once again, just when he thought he could fix things, it slipped out of his hands. All it ever does. Like sand

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[phedre_25]

Said D'Angeline woman is more out and about, though she still wears lose clothes that are uncharacteristic of her. She'll be lurking in the corridor by the room where she last saw Oberyn, on one of those occasions where Sandor is out talking to someone else.

Because she does like him, and she did have faith in him. Even if Phedre is Not Lurking, alright? Really. She's coincidentally reading a book on a windowsill. It's all Pure Chance. Really we swear.

She figures maybe he's another one of those men who sleep with her a few times and then vanish. It's not like she's not used to it by now, but still. It always stings a little.

[redviperofdorne]

After having been through the kitchen and the common room twelve times (really. he counted.) Oberyn comes stalking back toward his room, looking thoroughly annoyed and brows drawn down sharply. However, he's not going to just not notice someone pretty sitting so close by, and then he doubletakes, and then looks half annoyed and half relieved. "Phedre - there you are, I have been searching, your room was empty and I was worried-"

Book, interrupting, pfft. He's not going to put up with this. Oberyns could not not be at least a little overprotective. And she is such a treasure. "At least if you're going to wander off I would like to know!"

[phedre_25]

Well that's... certainly unexpected, really. She jumps a little, puts away the book, though she doesn't move to touch Oberyn just yet.

"Forgive me for not sending word, my prince," though the title is said like an endearment. "I have only recently been allowed out again."

[redviperofdorne]

"At least a note," he says, a little frownily at her. "I like to think that's not so unreasonable." Then the last bit sinks in, and his frown deepens further. "Allowed out? What do you-"

He notices, perhaps, that she is slightly thinner, the loose robes. And stops. And schools his face carefully blank. "Stay sitting. Who hurt you?"

[phedre_25]

Oh Elua.

"Oberyn, love, please... simply sit with me? I will tell you everything."

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn sits, obediently (!) though all his attention is still focused intently on her. "Please do. No not and you've been injured, you're going to make me uncertain," lightly enough, because he is teasing, mostly he's just worried about the fact that someone hurt her.

[phedre_25]

She slips her hand in his, then, if he lets her. "Forgive me, I do not recall if I ever mentioned the name of Melisande Shahrizai in your presence, Oberyn."

She's a bit amazed that he cares, even a little, actually.

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn says that is absurd, if he didn't care he would be bored by now, and bored Oberyns move on. But of course he hardly knows that, and is listening keenly. "I believe you did mention the name once - in relation to the son you adopted - Imriel, yes?"

[phedre_25]

"Ah, yes." She closes her eyes. "She is here, but -- she is from my past, from a time where she was not a mother." And here, a breath.

[redviperofdorne]

He frowns more deeply. "Ah, yes. And so she took it into her hands to...?" A question, yes.

[phedre_25]

And very simply, Phedre nods.

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn's expression stays cautiously neutral. "Does she yet live?"

[phedre_25]

"She did not, last that I knew," she replies, quietly. "But here, death is only a minor setback."

[redviperofdorne]

"Then I would like to be certain she meets with some major ones before so much as setting eyes on you again." This is good, this kind of temper allows him to plan things rather than throwing them, for the moment. "You have been cared for. By who?"

[phedre_25]

"By my consort," she replies, quietly, carefully. "He who fetched me in her clutches, and has been at my bedside since."

[redviperofdorne]

Thus far, we're fine. He knew she had other lovers, and probably guessed that he was not paramount - which, if a bit of a wound to his pride, he can deal with and easily. No doubt this other was with her first. "Ah? And who would that be?"