The red viper of Dorne had been invited to that ball organized by Cersei Lannister, which many nobles attended, a few days before the wedding between Joffrey Baratheon and Margaery Tyrell

Oberyn directed his gaze towards one of the guests, a spark of interest in his brown eyes as he approached, trying not to interrupt what they were doing

"Excuse me... May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

he said, with a charming smile on his lips