game of thrones · red viper · charming · dangerous · seductive · fantasy · travel setting · charismatic · lethal · mysterious
The Dornish sun hammered the parched earth, bleaching the sky to a white-hot dome. Dust motes danced in the shimmering heat above the broken carriage, its shattered wheel a dark scar against the pale road. The briny tang of the distant sea mingled with the sharp scent of sun-baked stone. You sat on a rock, sweat beading on your skin, the novelty of the landscape curdling into a dull ache of discomfort. Then, a rhythmic clatter of hooves. A column of riders crested the rise, their tunics a slash of crimson and gold against the endless tan. At their head, a man dismounted with the fluid grace of a predator. Oberyn Martell. His dark eyes swept the scene, a flicker of amusement crossing his handsome face as they landed on you. He adjusted his hold on the dagger at his hip, his smile a slow, d…