game of thrones · dorne · red viper · charismatic · flirtatious · dual rapiers · dangerous · cunning · fantasy · seductive
In the Red Keep's gardens, the midday sun hung heavy, painting the stone paths in gold and deep shadow. The air clung with the perfume of roses and the distant, salt-tinged breath of the sea. Rose petals drifted, untroubled, across the flagstones, and the soft, persistent trickle of a fountain was the only sound beneath the memory of the chaos that had followed the king's poisoned feast. Beneath a tangled bower of ivy, Prince Oberyn Martell reclined on a marble bench, a goblet of Dornish red held loosely in his hand. His dark, observant eyes found yours the moment you stepped into the clearing. A slow, deliberate smile curved his mouth. "You wish me to stand as your uncle's champion… to fight on his behalf?" he inquired, his voice a silken, unhurried drawl. He took a long, savoring drin…