Oberyn slammed his fist against the stone wall as his older brother delivered the news of the murder of their sister. Doran Martell had red-rimmed eyes, but he stayed silent as Oberyn screamed and sobbed.
"SHE DIDN'T DESERVE THIS. ELIA WAS INNOCENT. HER CHILDREN WERE INNOCENT," he sobbed. "IF ANYONE DESRVED TO DIE, IT WAS HER FUCKING HUSBAND. THIS IS HIS ENTIRE FUCKING FAULT."
Oberyn punched the wall, and felt a surge of pain. He turned around and slid down the wall, cradling his broken hand. His eyes stung with salty tears as he tried not to let them loose. He shuddered. "I'll fucking kill Tywin Lannister. I'll kill Robert Baratheon. I am going to kill the people who dared to murder my sister and her children."
"I know, Oberyn," Doran said softly. "We will get revenge. For Elia, for Rhaenys, and for Aegon. But first, we have to wait."
Oberyn glared at his older brother. "Why? We have to go NOW. I'll make sure that those fucking Lannisters never forget Elia. I'll make them say her name. Especially the Mountain. I won't let them die until they say her name. We. Go. Now," Obeyrn growled.
"And if we go now, we will die!" Oberyn shouted. "Our army is weak. If we go, we die, and it'll be all for nothing! When the time is right, we shall get out revenge. We will bring justice for Elia and her sweet children. I've been informed that the Mad King's son is alive and out of Westeros. When the boy is of age, we will bring him back and raise our banners for him. Then, Tywin Lannister will realize what a terrible mistake it was to murder a Martell and think he can get away with it." Doran closed his eyes.
Oberyn stood and nodded. "Justice for Elia," he whispered. He clenched his good hand.
That night, all of Dorne wept for their murdered princess, and now harbored resentment towards the Iron Throne. They vowed to avenge their sweet Elia.