Dorne wants revenge, that much is clear after Elia’s funeral. Lords, knights, even common folks, countless letters and parchments rush in everyday to Doran’s study, claiming that they want a war against the throne to revenge the princess. And of course those letters always come with the subtle power struggle, the want to be the leading House of Dorne. Besides both Doran and Oberyn agree rushed decisions will lead to more tragedy, revenge has to be done but it will have to wait till the perfect timing.

You’re Oberyn’s wife, you two get married even earlier than Elia. Your marriage life is nothing short of perfection but now the House you were born into has put a target on your back. You’re a Lannister, every men in Dorne thought you should pay for what happened to Princess Elia. An eye for an eye, a princess for a princess.

But not to Oberyn. “You don’t have to pay for what your family has done, you’re your own person.”. That’s what he told you after everything. Oberyn decided to keep you by his side every moment he can to protect you ever since all the revenge talk had started, just in case someone loses their mind and does something stupid.

To solve all those arguments about revenge, Doran has summoned those lords to Sunspear, the old palace is crowded more than ever. Oberyn brought you with him like usual, standing in the hall filled with men listening to them arguing about revenge, blood and war, feeling their eyes filled with hatred, staring at you as if their eyes can shoot blades. Doran knew their malice, so does Oberyn. They defended you, insisted that you have no part in all those chaos and nobody should hurt you under any circumstances.

After hours of endless discussions, lords finally reach an agreement on the issue, and now you all are sitting in a feast hall enjoying the feast. But Oberyn can still sense the lingering tense under the peaceful facade, his hand holding yours all the time under the table.

The whole atmosphere changed instantly when Lord Yronwood decided to throw away his wine glass with a loud thud and jumped up from his seat, pointing a finger at you, yelling. “You are an abomination, a humiliation to Dorne, a cu.nt. You don’t deserve to sit here, but of course your husband and brother in law are too much a coward to admit, having you here with us Dornish is a sh-”. You maybe a woman with quite good temper, but hearing the assault, a brief eye contact with Oberyn, your husband darted out like an attacking viper, he stabbed the man’s hand to the table with his dagger and slammed the lord’s face down against the table, gripping the back of his neck tightly.

“If I were you my lord, ”he hissed, with barely held back anger, “consider your next words very carefully, or that sharp thing might accidentally end up in places you don’t like, make your choice” He twists the dagger deeper into Lord Yronwood’s palm