Authors Notes: Sorry for the late ass updates my dear readers. Life just kicks you in the balls sometimes after all. Anyway this chapter is unrelated to the previous one. It's centered around Dorne.

" When we met your sister, she promised she would show you to us. Every day we would ask. Every day she would say, "Soon." Then she and your brother took us to your nursery and... she unveiled the freak. Your head was a bit large. Your arms and legs were a bit small, but no claw. No red eye. No tail between your legs. Just a tiny pink cock. We didn't try to hide our disappointment. "That's not a monster," I told Cersei, "that's just a baby." And she said, "He killed my mother." And she pinched your little cock so hard, I thought she might pull it off. Until your brother made her stop. "It doesn't matter," she told us. "Everyone says he will die soon, I hope they are right; he should not have lived this long."-Season 4 Episode 7(Mockingbird)

Oberyn Martell

I was supposed to be the victor. I had pinned him, the man who slayed my sister. Yet I was knocked around, my teeth punched out of my mouth and my eyes pressed into by the strength of his thumbs. My skull slowly cracks and I scream as the last words I hear is the confession of my sister's killings. As my head breaks open. The world slows down, I have many thoughts, guilty thoughts about the Lannister I was fighting for, sadness for my Paramour and my family as I won't be able to see them anymore, my sister and how I shall see her now. However the final thought I see is relish over the fact that I will take that monster to hell with me! 'I hope he suffers in the depths of hells' and my skull breaks!

3rd PoV

In the world of The Dead, a Dornish woman starts sobbing, it alerts the surrounding Dornish men who ask in concern "Why are you crying Princess ?" The princess had no form of clue why she was tearing up. It felt personal, like someone close had perished as well. Hopefully that wasn't the case but with the experience of her children and herself, she learnt that life was never fair. After all The Mountain is still alive and she and her child aren't despite being innocent in the Rebellion.

Oberyn PoV

I felt I heard the cries of a woman close to me when I finished reading the parchment of information. It had unfortunately told me that I had indeed died. However what was even worse is that factor that I have become a eunuch since my beautiful cock has now vanished...

However, there is a fortunate silver lining. This area and this note implies that I can finally reunite with my dear, my lovely unfortunate sister. And with determination in my eyes, a smile on my face and a deep-breath going through my heart, I walked through the room and a light blinded him. A boy with a faded face pierced with a spear surrounded by snakes and a man made from nature stabbed through the heart by vipers. Along with that, a girl made from purity, tainted by a poisoned kiss. It made no sense to me, but I felt grief, guilt and anger, but it faded after a call from a loud boisterous man shout of anger. I quickly blinked and see a crowd. A woman with auburn hair, another with black and a large fat man carrying the features of King Robert, but I've never directly spoke to him after all so I might be wrong. So I quickly avoid the crowd and walked towards a door, the door that will lead me to her. Hopefully. And so I search for the door, the door which contains the timespan to which my sister must have been located. And when I find it, my hand reach the knob and twist it, taking a deep breath at the same time, and once the door opens, I see Rhaegar. The bastard that threw away my sister for a northern. I'm all for having mistresses but when you're married, a certain responsibility is necessary. A responsibility not to love another woman. Even I know that, if a man with 8 bastards that I know of knows that much. Then there's something wrong isn't there.

Therefore, my anger increased as I trudged towards the magnificent "prince" and as he glance towards my face, I blindly thrust my fist on his face with such ferocity that I felt hand pain as well as hearing his teeth break. His body falls down in pain as he cried out in surprise. I then hear another boy with platinum blonde hair scream in shock as I realized that I just punched the man that my sister loved even when he chose another woman in front of Rhaenys and Aegon. I would never forget their innocent faces after all. Then I hear an angry "How dare you punch my brother!" It was shouted by the same boy. Then he charged towards me in blind rage(as I had). To which I dodged and held him down. I was tempted to knock him out for his annoying voice but the children I had loved was here so I just covered his mouth using one of my gloves.

"I-" I started but was interrupted by a familiar voice that had gone years ago. A voice that I had promised to avenge. My dear sister I turn to face her and saw her eyes. Recognition, surprise and grief was visible, her sickly body fell limply. However I caught her body. I felt wetness come from my face, first I felt that it was sweat from the situation but I quickly found out that tears had come. I had cried. Her hands slowly stroke my tear drops away as I realised that she had awoken and had stared at me. We then hugged and "caught up" on my life.

I spoke of my children, our plan to avenge her and several other events, excluding the visits to several brothels. I then told her of my death. Her face showed a defeated look as she realised that another family member had died to the hands of The Mountain. I quickly told he of the poison and how I slew the Mountain, and how he would experience pain and depression before death. Her face showed hesitation before a smile crept saying how despite the sadness of my death, seeing my face and how I grew was a good thing and how she would rather see my young face then my old and wrinkly face.

I slowly got used to my situation and I had lived it wonderfully(The lack of a cock was awkward but Understandable). I just hope that Tyrion has not been killed.

Authors note: Done. Sorry for the late update, studying and lack of ideas kill me from the inside. Despite that, I promise more.

Next time: Hands of Gold are Always cold.