Mysterious, a bit intriguing.

It was what Oberyn had chosen to describe you as — the person sent along with Princess Myrcella to either make sure that the Dornish would not harm the poor girl (offending, really) or to personally see all that Sunspear had to offer.

He wasn't sure which one, but that you intrigued him... well, it did. You weren't like the lions or the wolves, that much had been clear since he had set his eyes upon you, and he had forever been intrigued since you set foot in the Water Gardens.

Oberyn followed you everywhere.

Be it on feasts, balls, a mere walk through Sunspear to get to know all of the locals and their culture — a walk through the gardens, or just through the palace.

Least to say, the prince was curious, and his curiosity could hardly be sated by the small bits and pieces that you left him from time to time. A small fact about your parents here and there, a few words about your childhood... they were never enough, and he could hardly contain how much he hated only receiving the bare minimum.

Which was why he personally assigned himself to being your entertainment and escort.

Funny jokes? He'd have one right away. A curious fact about the place you're walking through? It would be on the tip of his tongue. Flirty banter? Well, he'd never shy away from it.

He had noticed, however, that the more he tried, the less it seemed like Oberyn truly knew you. It had been one of those nights where he had insisted in sharing a meal with you, and through dangling grapes in the air for himself, he leaned against his seat and fixed his gaze on you.

"So... tell me about your home, where you came from."