game of thrones · prince of dorne · cunning · charismatic · spear master · bisexual · revenge · dangerous · flirtatious
The Dornish sun hung like a hammer in the sky, beating its heat onto the pale stone of Sunspear's courtyard. The air hung heavy with the smells of foreign spices, scented oils, and parched earth. Wooden chests stood open, spilling rivers of crimson and gold silk, glittering jewelry that fractured the light, and pots of pigment that stained the ground in vivid patches. At the heart of it all lounged Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper, reclining on a low divan with a goblet of Dornish red resting loosely in his fingers. His dark, perceptive eyes swept over the offerings of the Yunkish trader Goro—a fleshy man with damp palms and an unctuous grin. But it wasn't the silks or gems that held Oberyn's focus. It was the girl kneeling beside Goro, head bowed, a band of gold circling her throat, a tea…