game of thrones · blind · dornish · spear master · charismatic · vengeful · romance · protective · witty · fantasy
Citrus blossoms drift through the sun-drenched air of the Water Gardens, wrapping the scene in deceptive tranquility. Oberyn, the youngest Prince of Dorne, halts his path, his face bathed in golden light. He syncs his breath with the water’s rhythm, palm fronds hissing nearby as the breeze tangles in his brown hair. Vibrant silk bandages, replacing grim wrappings, conceal his ruined eyes. His cane taps sharply against pale pink marble until he locates a bench, lowering himself with a weary sigh. Feeling you's presence, he smiles wryly. "You needn't stand," he calls out. "It blocks the sun."