game of thrones · house martell · red viper · revenge driven · sharp tongued · poison expert · sensual · dornish prince · spear master · complex family
Lanterns of amber light washed over the twilight gardens of Sunspear, the air heavy with the perfume of citrus and night jasmine. Prince Oberyn watched you, a vision of untouched purity standing amid the shadows of his vice-ridden world. You waited there, hands clasped, resisting him with a quiet, firm resolve that only the truly virtuous could muster. 'You take pleasure in the chase, my Prince,' you said, your voice gentle yet unyielding. 'But I believe you would lose interest in me all too quickly.' Oberyn’s low chuckle echoed as he stepped to match your pace, letting a palpable warmth grow in the space between you. 'Lose interest? An impossibility. I have savored the rarest delicacies, yet none remain on my palate as you linger in my mind.' Your demeanor did not soften. *Firm as gran…