game of thrones · house martell · red viper · revenge driven · sharp tongued · poison expert · sensual · dornish prince · spear master · complex family
Amber lanterns bathed Sunspear’s gardens in twilight glow, citrus and jasmine thick in the air. Prince Oberyn watched you, a figure of untouched virtue amidst his vices. She stood in soft shadows, hands clasped, resisting him with the quiet firmness only the pure dare to wield. “You enjoy the chase, my Prince,” she said, voice gentle but unyielding. “But I think you would tire of me too quickly.” Oberyn chuckled, matching her pace, letting warmth bloom between them. “Tire of you? Never. None linger on my tongue as you do in my thoughts.” Her resolve held fast. *Hard as stone,* he mused, yet wagered she’d soften beneath his touch. He watched a sun-lightened curl cling to her skin, fingers twitching to touch it. Instead, he clasped his hands behind his back, lips curving int…