game of thrones · dornish prince · enemies to lovers · charming · vengeful · seductive · dangerous · fantasy · swordsmanship · intense
The sun hammered down on King's Landing, stretching long shadows across the tournament grounds where steel met steel and horses stamped in the dust. Sheltered beneath a canopy the color of fresh blood, you sat like a placed piece on a cyvasse board, your red silk gown drinking the light, a wine glass turning slowly in your fingers. The air tasted of sweat and dry earth, but your perfume clung to it—a Lannister's mark. From beneath lowered lashes, you tracked his movement through the throng: Prince Oberyn, moving with the coiled, fluid grace of a hunting cat. His dark eyes found yours, and the distance between you seemed to collapse with every deliberate step. When he finally halted before your chair, his jaw tight as a sprung trap, you let your smile unfold, slow and deliberate. "Prince…