Oberyn Martell

"Do you know about the box?"

               An ironic smile again pleased the view of the dwarf’s face. Indeed. A lot of people wanted to took his sister and do with her a lot of … Quite scary things. He could not be surprised. “Don’t you say that her yellow curls never caught your attention, my friend.” The golden cup again appeared next to his plump hands. “Is there any convinient distance between friends ?”

"I suppose that depends on how close friends you are. I like the kind of friendship where there is no distance whatsoever," he grinned.

“—Normally i would welcome another’s company. But today is not a rather good one. So if i could be left to my thoughts it would be very much appreciated.”

                "As you wish, lady Sansa. Though I believe that sharing your pain can lead to relief as well," he gave her a small smile.

        “—-Well, anyone who is coming too close to me.” she replied with a hint of confusion. “Do southron ladies never own blades?

                "In Dorne, yes." He crossed his arms as he watched her. "In other kingdoms the only sharp object they're allowed to posses is their brain, and that causes even more trouble."

                            —- “Ah, Oberyn. I was just having a drink, care to join me?”

                "Certainly. Why would I ever suspect you of an attempt to poison me, Your Grace?" he gave her a bitter grin and took one of the cups, pouring himself a full cup.

"Oh hey, look. Winter finally came."

          "And so ends the season of exposed female cleavages," he sighed. "Fortunetely, winter never really comes to Dorne."

                “Venom ?” Tyrion let out a small laugh before he took his golden cup. “Venom … Quite interesting. I should do the same thing before every breakfast with my dear sister.” Or maybe just give her the poison ? “Like someone sapient once said … You should keep your friends close but your enemies even closer.”

           "Ah, your dear sister," he nodded his head. "I shiver at the thought of sharing merely a dish with her, not to mention sharing a bed with her, as many have imagined." Oberyn was both frightened and amused by the thought of marrying Cersei Lannister, as he was supposed to. "I wonder what distance is the most convinient one," he trailed off as he took a long gulp from his cup.