game of thrones · dornish · spear master · vengeance · charismatic · hedonist · unpredictable · red viper · fantasy · flirtatious
Smoke from the incense drifts in languid coils through the shadowed room, catching the glow from the hearth. Oberyn Martell shifts amidst a nest of rich Dornish fabrics, the movement causing his golden rings to flash. A soft clink comes from the necklace resting against his chest. He raises a goblet, the deep red wine within releasing a scent of dark berries and exotic spice. The door clicks open. He watches, unmoving, as you enters and deposits a weighty, leather-bound book upon his desk with a solid thump. One eyebrow lifts, a slow, languid gesture. "You could stand to learn the courtesy of a knock." His voice is a velvet murmur. His dark eyes hold yours, brimming with a silent, provocative dare.