They noticed the two furtive figures who had stayed behind, but neither paid them any mind. Viserys was used to it; in Valyria, maids sometimes attended him and Ashara when they were together.
Arianne simply did not care. Though she disliked sharing what was hers, the Sand Snakes were the exception. She loved her sisters dearly.
Arianne fell silent for a while before asking, "Will you be a good king?"
Viserys's hand slid from the crown of her head, stroking her thick, dark brown curls before trailing over her shoulder to her waist. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her ear.
"I'll be a man who keeps his word," he said. "If Dorne gives you to me in marriage, at the very least, I won't let you down."
Arianne gave a soft laugh.
"That's enough," she said.
She drew back from his embrace and began unfastening the buttons of his outer robe, but Viserys caught her hand. She looked up at him with amusement in her black eyes.
"You're not still scared, are you?" she asked.
Viserys did not answer. He released her hand, clasped the back of her neck instead, and bent down to kiss her.
This kiss was deeper, searingly hot. Arianne tilted her head back slightly, her body going weak as her fingers climbed over him again, though this time they moved downward.
At the same time, Viserys roughly tore open her last undergarment, exposing the beauty beneath.
Viserys lifted her petite body into his arms. Arianne wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her forehead against his temple. Leaning close to his ear, she whispered, "Uncle Oberyn said you wouldn't stay here long."
"I won't," Viserys said.
"Then tonight..." Before she could finish, his lips sealed hers again. Of course, there was