Oberyn woke with an excruciating headache finding himself in what appeared to be a temple. His beloved Ellaria was standing above him with a worried look on her face,

"Where are we my love?" he asked her

"In The House of Black and White"

"And how did we get here?"

"That is a story to tell on our way back to Westeros or at least when we get some food into you", Ellaria walked him through countless passageways, down hundreds of steps and finally into a kitchen. By this time Oberyn felt giddy with exhaustion. On a table there was a hot plate of fish and a bowl of chicken soup. It was so inviting that the Dornish man just couldn't wait to dig in. He sat down and ate all the fish and soup in a matter of minutes.

"Now" he said to Ellaria after he was finished, " how did we end up here in Braavos and why are we here?" Ellaria sighed and started the story.

"When we were in King's Landing, a week before you were going to fight the Mountain, I had hired two priests from this place to take our places and deceive our enemies so we did not face the certain death. When you said that you would be Tyrion's Champion, I worried and had them take our places straight away. I stole a potion from Maester Pyclle that was supposed to make someone sleep for two weeks without need of food or water. I put some in your wine and by the time of the fight with the Mountain, we were both safely on a ship to Braavos where another boat took us straight here"

"Wait. How could they take our places if they don't look like us?"

"They can change their face. Usually they can only change into someone who has died but the two I asked for (and received) were the head priests of the House of Black and White. They can change into anyone with particularly potent potions and no one would know the difference. The lady called herself "the waif" and the man was known by my friend Arya (who has taken charge of the temple now) as "the kindly one". Unfortunately, 'you' died in King's Landing by the Mountain's hand. Though the Mountain died too by the spear of the kindly one. The waif is now at Sunspear, thought to be me. She is in prison to keep 'me' from rising in rebellion"

"Did you say Arya? Like Arya Stark?" A girl in a black and white robe stepped out of the shadows behind Oberyn, making no sound.

"This is Arya Stark. Now she does not go by that name anymore. She goes just by no one" , the girl bowed

"Lord Oberyn" she said

Ellaria turned to Oberyn and took a deep breath, "the reason that I wanted you to live was not only because I could not bear for you to die but because Daenerys Targaryen has come to Westeros. Dorne has sworn fealty to… your nephew Aegon"

"What! My nephew is alive?" Ellaria nodded, "wouldn't they swear fealty to Daenerys? She is the first born"

"Yes but they did not know she had come back. I was hoping that you could marry Daenerys and that way gain Dorne and Aegon's army. If you returned, the Sand Snakes would follow you and soon after the whole of Dorne! Doran would follow you, I know it". Oberyn was still trying to digest the news that his nephew was still alive! Should he follow Daenerys, who was the rightful heir by Dornish law or his nephew who was thought to be dead. He would follow his nephew… but he just could not bring himself to brake the Dornish law.

"I will marry Daenerys Targaryen". Ellaria seemed to relax after those last words. She came around the table and hugged Oberyn.

"Thank you my beloved" she kissed his cheek. Then suddenly she became stern, "well. We need to get you ready for the big travel. Arya will be coming with us to free the waif and take the kindly one's body. We have clothes ready for you to wear. We will be leaving at first light tomorrow"

"This way please" Arya said to Oberyn. More of a command than an invitation. The trio walked back down the way they had come but at a set of stairs, Arya made a sharp left and they came to a room with a steaming bath in the middle.

"In" Arya said in her commanding voice. Oberyn stripped of the robe they had put on him and climbed into the tub. Arya gave him a bar of soap and left the room. Oberyn was about to start cleaning himself when Ellaria snatched the soap from him.

"Let me" she wet the soap and softly rubbed it over his skin, "If you marry Daenerys, she might not like you having a paramour"

"Well I'm keeping you wether she likes it or not" he kissed Ellaria's hand. She smiled at him and kissed his forehead. She cupped water in her hand and poured it into Oberyn's messy long black hair. After an hour he stepped out of the tub, his skin hot, clean and red; water droplets traced his muscle over his tanned skin. Ellaria brought him some clean Dornish clothing that she had carried over from King's Landing. He pulled on the clothes then pulled Ellaria close and kissed her full on the lips. When they parted she giggled,

"I guess you haven't lost your love and lust" she smirked, "Now come, It's time to show you Braavos. I have a cloak with a large hood to shadow your face just in case" She handed him a dark purple silk cloak embroidered with gold thread.

"Thank you my love" he swung the cloak over his shoulders and took his paramour's hand. They went up the stairs and left through a door of ebony and wierwood. Ellaria had found herself a matching cloak to hide her own face. They left and crossed a bridge that led to the city proper. Hand in hand they walked. Wondering through cobblestone streets in awe. It was so different to Westeros, their home. Yet, Oberyn could not wait to leave for home and find Daenerys, his potential wife. Maybe she will be beautiful and love him just like Ellaria did.

The next morning, Oberyn woke at midnight and changed. He left his room and floundered through the dark to the kitchen. He had a decent breakfast of bread, ham and eggs then went back to his room. He waited there for Ellaria to wake up and come to him. He looked around the room. It was very plain. There was one window but it was small. There was a bed, a desk and a book to write in. Other than that, the room was bare. It was cold as well. For some reason, they had put him in the only room without a fireplace. Oberyn was not used to the cold. Back in Dorne, the sandstone walls were always hot from the sun. It was always bright in Dorne, with its stained glass windows and blood orange trees. Braavos was a dreary city, covered in fog and secrets. Why couldn't the House of Black and White be in a more colourful, bright place like Pentos or Quarth? Oberyn asked himself.

Just then, Ellaria walked into the room dressed in an orange silk gown. She came of to Oberyn, "It is time to leave my love" Oberyn stood and followed his beloved out of the dreary room. They found Arya waiting for them at the large black and white doors at the front of the temple.

"My Lord. Ellaria. Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes"

"Then let's go"

"Who will look after the temple when you are gone?" Ellaria asked as they walked to the Purple Harbour.

"There are other priests at the House of Black and White. I'm sure they will be ok while I'm gone"

"As you say" they came to the Purple Harbour and strode to a ship that Arya had hired that was leaving for Westeros. They climbed aboard just as the crew were preparing to leave.

"Oh my darling" Ellaria said to Oberyn, "we are finally going home".