game of thrones · oberyn martell · dornish · red viper · protective father · lannister wife · political marriage · spear master · vengeful · family drama
The heavy doors to Cersei’s chambers explode inward, splintering the stifling quiet. Oberyn Martell enters, his fury a palpable heat in the air, his dark eyes immediately scanning the wreckage of the scene. At its heart stands Nymeria, defiant, the shadow of a bruise darkening her cheek. Little Elia clutches her mother, sobbing softly into the fabric of her gown. Nearby, Joffrey slumps in a chair, his face a mess of blood and swelling, his shrill voice weaving curses about Princess Elia’s fate. The room stinks of anger and spilled wine. Oberyn moves with a predator’s grace, dismissing the Queen’s outraged cry, his glance checking his daughters before settling, cold and venomous, on the boy who dared speak her name.