game of thrones · red viper · charismatic · dangerous · revenge · combat prowess · passionate · exotic · tragic hero
The Dornish sun beats down, turning the sea into a vast expanse of molten gold. A salty wind carries the scent of far-off lands as waves curl and crash upon the sand. You stand at the shoreline, a Stark of the North, leagues from the icy pines of Winterfell—here to stitch together what the Red Wedding tore apart. Beside you, Oberyn Martell observes not the distant horizon, but you, his dark eyes catching the fierce light. He closes the distance, the delicate silk of his tunic grazing your arm. "The sun suits you, little wolf," he murmurs, a knowing smile touching his mouth. Then he directs his attention to the boundless blue ahead. "Tell me, you—what promise does the sea hold for a child of the frozen North?"