vezostala: “Ser Daemon, you squired for my uncle Oberyn,” she said. “If you were w
vezostala: “Ser Daemon, you squired for my uncle Oberyn,” she said. “If you were with him now, would you be counselling him to refuse as well?” She did not wait for him to respond. “I know the answer. And if you are about to remind me that I am no Red Viper, I know that too. But Prince Oberyn is dead, Prince Doran is old and ill, and I am the heir to Dorne.”indie & private rp account for an book basedARIANNE MARTELL from a song of ice and fire -- source link