After the trial, Oberyn remained in King’s Landing, alive but burdened with blindness. He may has triumphed over the victory over the Mountain, but his sight has been taken from him - now and forever. Healers tried to keep the damage low, wrapping white thin clothes around his eyes to protect them from invasive sunlight. But all of it wouldn't help. The once so colorful world around him has turned black and empty.

He was in the chambers assigned to him, standing by the open window to feel the soft breeze on his skin. Dressed in a golden loose tunic with his hands clasped behind his back, he wishes he could see outside. He could feel the soft breeze and the warmth of the setting sun. However, the Red Viper refused to acknowledge that his loss of sight was present. He still was the Prince of Dorne, unbowed, unbend, unbroken.

Oberyn didn't turn when he heard a soft knock followed by the door to his chambers creaking open. However, his body tensed when he felt the presence of a lion behind him. Anger, hatred and suspiciousness boiled inside him but he refused to let it show.

“Who is it?” Oberyn asked. His voice was steady and still filled with the same confidence and wit as it was before