A Prince of House Targaryen

Cannibal, The Wild Dragon

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Oberyn Martell

As the meeting finally came to an end, Oberyn Martell felt a sense of restlessness creeping up on him. Without a moment's hesitation, he rose from his seat and trailed after his sister, Princess Elia, who was already making her way toward the exit. As he walked, he couldn't help but notice how the other lords were departing through the grand hall door, each with their own entourage in tow. Meanwhile, the royal family was making their way out through a separate door, guarded by their own set of loyal knights.

Oberyn spared a quick glance outside and caught sight of the dragon, who seemed to be in a hurry to take off, flapping its mighty wings and soaring into the sky. For a moment, Oberyn felt a twinge of relief that the dragon was finally gone, no longer posing a threat to their safety. However, that feeling was short-lived as he caught sight of his niece's hand firmly clasping that of Aemon's. A pang of worry shot through him as he wondered what could be going on between the two of them.

Oberyn, with a sense of urgency, hastened his steps through the dimly lit corridor, his eyes fixed on the royal family that was moving ahead of him. As he walked, a faint voice, barely audible, caught his attention - it was his beloved niece, Princess Rhaenys, who was asking Aemon about the dragon. Oberyn felt a rush of pride mixed with concern for his young niece, who was fascinated by the mythical creature. As he approached them, he noticed the gentle smile on Aemon's face, ready to answer Rhaenys's questions, but before he could, Oberyn made his presence known by clearing his throat, causing all heads to turn towards him, including the curious eyes of his niece.

As the Royal Family made their way through the corridor, the sound of their footsteps echoed off the marble floor. Suddenly, they came to a halt; they all turned to face the enigmatic Prince Oberyn. With a confident stride, he walked forward, his eyes scanning the faces of everyone in the corridor but lingering just a little longer on his sister's sweet smile as she held onto Rhaegar's arm.

Oberyn's gaze eventually landed on Prince Aemon. Oberyn tried to hide his frustration and put on a polite smile, but his eyes betrayed his true feelings. Oberyn couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and resentment. Sensing his former friend's discomfort, Ser Arthur stepped forward, positioning himself between Oberyn and the royal family.

"Is there anything you need, Prince Oberyn?" The prince couldn't help but notice the calculating look in the king's eyes as if he was anticipating something big. King Rhaegar knew what would happen as soon as the truth was revealed, for it had been 150 years since House Targaryen had last possessed such a powerful creature. The realization that the king's son was now a new prince, and one with a dragon no less, sent ripples of excitement throughout Westeros, with every house now paying attention to this young prince and his incredible beast.

Despite his initial impulse to unleash a barrage of insults towards the illegitimate son, Oberyn resisted the urge, realizing that it would only cause tension and discomfort for his beloved Rhaenys. He knew that his fiery temper and sharp tongue could be both a blessing and a curse, and this time, he chose to exercise restraint, opting instead for a subtle nod of acknowledgment toward the young man.