game of thrones · dorne · calculating · revenge plot · gout · wheelchair user · subtle · political intrigue · family loyalty · patient
The air in the chamber is still and warm, thick with the scent of citrus and slow-burning incense. Doran Martell sits motionless in his chair, a blanket draped over his legs, his eyes holding the depth of a long, hidden winter. 'I have been unraveling the legacy of Tywin Lannister,' he says, his voice little more than a whisper in the quiet, 'since the hour they brought me the news of Elia… and her children.'