Prince Doran Martell - Alexander Siddig
The day was hot, hot as could be expected in the Dornish desert, but Doran sat shaded beneath the coverage of a blood orange tree. It’s fruit had splattered upon the grass and now it’s sickly sweet scent pervaded the humid air. Doran had spent most of the day here, as he did spend most of his days, deep in his thoughts and his meditations. The Water Gardens were his sanctuary and his refuge, as they had been since the days of the first Daenerys.
But these are the days of the second Daenerys, no mere maiden but a queen of fire and blood.
Word of her carnage at Slaver’s Bay had reached his ears weeks ago but he was content to wait. There were many wheels in motion, many games being played. He had sown discord at Kings Landing by throwing the Viper to the sheep, he had fortified the Prince’s Pass with Yronwood forces, he had the Lannister cub and now, finally, he would send his son to meet his destiny.
He will do his duty well, he is a fine boy and behind him stands the might of Dorne, the Dragon Queen would be a fool to refuse him.
Doran was well-pleased with the progress of his plan. Whilst Quentyn went to marry the Sun to the Dragon once more, Oberyn would tear at the heart of Kings Landing. And whilst he was there, they would have the superficial justice they craved: The Mountain would fall, Tywin Lannister would have no recourse but to appease their demands. Impossible demands.
The plan was flawless, so long as each piece played his part and no rogue elements surfaced. He wished he had a place for his restless daughter but she had nothing to contribute at this juncture beyond keeping the peace in Dorne and learning to rule. She will take my place one day and her brother will be King. Then i can rest easy.
Doran rubbed at his gout-stricken legs and winced. “Areo, call for Maester Caleotte, i think some milk of the poppy is in order.”
I still have no knowledge of Game of Thrones apart from what pops up on my dash, but omg, Sid! So lovely. <3