A son of Dorne. [Voice Test for Oberyn Martell]

[killslargemen]

Trouble with my face? [chuckles, amused. His writer's nerves are just hilarious. She's been a fan of the books for what feels like a Westeros summer but she's never actually gamed from them.] There is a first time for everything I suppose.

Oh I've had trouble with my face before - but it is usually a fool who has taken it to heart that I've wronged them in some way. Rarely have I had a maid, especially one as fair as yourself say anything about my face. [Still teasing. Still teasing, ready to laugh at a moment's notice.]

Set your troubles aside and focus on this instead. Find me Ellaria. Perhaps she or her scribe could help you with this dilemma about my face. Besides, I did promise her a beautiful blonde woman to share and you have made yourself readily available to transcribe my thoughts and feelings.

Or do you object to the wishes of a Prince of Dorne? To the Red Viper? Off with you! See it done and do not return until you have placed my paramour in my arms!

[Still laughing. He can't help it. Such nerves.]

Comments

[elia]

Finding acceptable faces does seem to be a problem for these scribes.

[killslargemen]

She settles at last. [And he'll just be moving over and wrapping his arms around her shoulders.]

am I dreaming?

[elia]

Dreams often become reality here, brother. [ She leans into him after a moment.]

[therainbowking]

The young lady who is my scribe disapproves of my face from time to time. I do believe she thinks my hair could be longer, but it is of very little consequence.

[killslargemen]

Yet another woman who finds fault with faces! Fickle, even from a distance. I fail to see any problem with you.

[therainbowking]

Flattery shall get you many places, my lord.

[dornishqueen]

[ Oh wow, this conversation is so uncomfortable how do we even begin here... ]

I think...you've got a lovely face, Prince Oberyn.

[bore_sand_snakes]

Always so demanding.

[ And then softer ]

I had not thought to see you again.