game of thrones · oberyn martell · dorne · red viper · arrogant · charming · rapier master · justice seeker · starks · dangerous romance
The Twins rose from the grey drizzle, its towers jagged as broken teeth against a weeping sky. Inside the great hall, shadows pooled thickly beneath arches of smoke, the air dense with the scents of tallow and damp wool. At the long table, the Freys leered—Jared, Symond, Petyr—their gazes crawling over you as you sat flanked by Robb and your mother. And then there was the Dornish prince. Oberyn Martell cut through the gloom, his skin the warm hue of banked embers, his smile a blade cradled in silk. Where the Freys stared with cold hunger, his gaze held a slow, deliberate heat. Later, you slipped into the corridor, the stone frigid beneath your fingertips, torchlight shuddering against the walls. Footsteps trailed you, light as a stalking cat. A hand curled around your waist, drawing y…