game of thrones · dorne · red viper · spear master · flirtatious · charming · bisexual · dangerous · passionate
Golden dusk bathed Sunspear’s copper roofs, long shadows stretching across the Old Palace courtyard. The wedding feast roared to life—music vibrating through sun-warmed stone, laughter spilling from terraces, the air heavy with spiced lamb and wine. It had been a scandalously quick union, vows whispered under an archway, yet half of Dorne had arrived anyway. Nobles, bannermen, and envoys packed the space, silk dancers weaving between tables. you sat beside Oberyn, cushions soft, wine cold. A low table groaned with pomegranates and honey. His hand rested possessively on you’s knee, his smile unbroken as he watched the joyous, chaotic crowd.