Kingslayer [Game of Thrones] ✓

Speaking in serpentine tongues

The daughters of Oberyn Martell look around in just as much awe as their father and his paramour. The dining room they had entered was almost completely overgrown but through the glass roof one could see the rays of the sun peek through. It was just enough so that it didn't look as if night had already fallen in.
The four royals of Matos already are seated in on lavish seats. "How are your rooms?" "They are bigger than expected." "Did you expect a jail cell?" "A hanging tree." "I could organise one if you'd prefer one." "Thank you. No need to overexert yourself."

"What is planned today?" "For Eden and Avalon.. they'll be staying with Jaqen today, who has some things to deal with regarding defense and offense strategies. I will be on the training court.", Medusa hums, sipping from her tea.
"May we watch?" Glancing at one of Oberyns younger daughters who had asked she smiles softly. "Certainly. Finish quickly then."
They finish their meal and the Queen kisses her sons heads, then her husbands lips, giving him a smile. "Let us go."
The girls flock to her as she walks outside, Oberyn and his Paramour following not far behind. They watch as she kicks off her shoes and pulls up her hair, the sharp serpent eyes staring out of her face, ever unnerving and unmoving.
"My weapons please!" A guard hands her two familiar daggers with a jagged blade and twin swords that she fastens to her body, handing him her crown in exchange. "Let us proceed."
Guards drag in seven  men, all armed. She cracks her neck. "Win against me and you will leave this island. Lose and you will die right here. Fight for your heads, you rats!", she says, the contempt very audible in her voice.
Before the onlookers even realise what is happening she has already pulled her twin swords and swung them. The men jump to arms but it is already to late for the first one, his headless body collapsing to the ground. Her tongue flicks out from in between her teeth as the serpent queen snickers, blood staining her skin. The men growl and begin to attack. Obviously heavy handed and footed. Unlike her. The movements of the infamous Kingslaying Queen are smooth and gliding. Like well oiled machinery. It was intimidating to say the least. Even for Oberyn whose reputation was earned for a reason. Again and again blades connect until she drops her sword. The dornish group collectively gasps, when she catches it again, slicing through another mans torso as if if were butter and not well armoured muscle and bone. It appears to only make the remaining men fight more desperately as they realise just what they are facing. A taipan. The most dangerous snake of them all. One bite enough to kill hundreds. Blood coats the inner yard as the last man drops to his knees, the blade of her sword buried in his skull. Her foot kicks him into the chest, clicking her tongue with distaste as the body completely collapses, twitching a bit. "Dispose of this trash.", she hums and servants roll out a cart they dump the bodies on before washing away the blood. "Who were those men?" "They come from Essos. Asking for help in defeating the Targaryen to save their cities, riches and slaves. I however shit on their slavetrade. It is disgusting and I wouldn't dream of sacrificing a single Matosi to support such vile things." "If they would have won.." "We would have tied a rope around their throat and tied the other end to a tree before using a catapult to send them back towards Essos and behead them while at it. They did leave the island." She shrugs, handing back her weapons to the guards, washing her hands and feet, picking up her shoes. "A few weeks ago I still had every single one killed on sight at the beach but more and more came and Jaqen and I thought that we'd make some use of them this way. Even we can get bored with mind numbing routinely bloodshed at some point." "Your fighting style is so different.", Obara hurries to her side. "I want to learn it." "A few things I might have time to teach you. However.. please do not be disappointed. Most of my time is preoccupied with work surrounding my title. Fighting disgusting rats like this is the only playtime a queen and mother can allow herself nowadays."
"How did you manage not to have children with your first husband?" Medusa blinks, a smirk on her lips. "Want me to be truthful?" Curiosity courses through Oberyns veins as he looks at her. "Yes." "There is a poison. Not lethal in any way yet it stops a man from being potent.. for life. The moment I met him I was already disgusted. So.. as I didn't want to carry the child of such a failure of a human being I slipped the drug into his wine.. into his water.. into his food. He consumed all of it and gods was it enjoyable to see him panic as he came to realise that maybe his heirlessness wasn't due to my body but due to his, seeing as not even with him fucking every whore of Matos, Essos and Westeros not a single one came to be with child. It was a long penning joke between myself and the servants whom I had informed of my doings as soon as I noticed how fed up they were with him as well. A collective joy to see him pray to the gods when there was nothing they could do for him. Then I took a dagger and cut off his head and the rest is well documented."
"You are one dangerous woman." "Sometimes I am surprised people call me a taipan when they could call me a black widow who ate her husband. But I do like serpents more. And the Matosis banner is a snake after all." She chuckles, her white teeth blinking behind her lips. "Dangerous I am indeed, Martell. Dangerous indeed. Arguably my best quality."