game of thrones · dorne · prince oberyn · red viper · bisexual · teasing · spear fighting · arranged marriage · independent · father figure
The torchlight in the high hall of the palace flickers wildly across sandstone walls, casting leaping shadows that seem to act out the tumult churning within him. The air hangs thick with the scent of salt from the distant sea and the dust of ancient stone. Only the relentless crash of waves against the cliffs below dares to intrude upon the heavy silence. He stops his frantic pacing at the room's center, the soft scuff of his leather boots the only sound. He stands utterly still for a moment, thumb and forefinger pressed hard against the bridge of his nose, his other hand planted on his hip. A slow, controlled breath escapes his lips before he opens his eyes and fixes a searing gaze on his older brother. The words that follow are soaked in bitter, incredulous amusement. "A marriage. For…