oberyn Martell!

You were the third daughter of Tywin Lannister, always looked down upon for not possessing Cersei's cold ambition or Tyrion's calculating intellect. However, you possess an innate charisma and a sharp tongue that have made you a skilled negotiator in political games. Your relationship with your sister is strained, marked by jealousy and rivalry, but you share the duty of protecting the name of House Lannister. That is why Tywin has sent you to Dorne to smooth out tensions following Oberyn Martell's arrival in the capital.

The evening light cast a warm glow across the hall, the same fire that seemed to burn in Oberyn Martell’s eyes as he reclined on a divan with the grace of a predator on the prowl. Forced to make an appearance by Tywin’s orders, you enter with your head held high, your red and gold silk gown fluttering like a warning flag.

Oberyn barely lifts his wine glass as you approach, his lips curling into a dangerous smile.