p class="" style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The future Lord of Winterfell was sure his future bride was trying to kill him - there was no other reason for her to come to the feast dressed that way, nor would she have sent him those lecherous looks each time their eyes crossed each other. His Mother had been scandalized by her outfit, as had his sister Sansa, but when they saw the rest of the Dornish dressed much of the same way, they could not afford to insult them about lack of propriety. When asked about the cold weather, Prince Oberyn had just winked at him and proclaimed that "span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"the Dornish are hot enough to withstand it." /spanHe was fairly sure he was only attracted to women, but the Red Viper had managed to reden his cheeks. /p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Do not worry Lord Stark, her questions did not bother me," reassured them Rhaenyra before thinking a bit about her answers. "I have met Joffrey and I think...he's a cunt." The Starks tensed and waited for Prince Oberyn to chastise her for her words but he seemed to agree with her. "He's a cruel boy who taunts his siblings endlessly and called me a dornishspan style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" whore/span and even worse, he tried to have me executed for looking too much like a Targaryen." The princess sighed at her last words, as if she was not actually a secret Targaryen princess. "I went to King's Landing, and the city smelled bad, the people were sycophants and hypocrites, the smallfolk are poor and unattended, the Faith is running amok, the Lannisters control the capital and King Robert hated him because of my name and my looks." Rhaenyra took a deep breath before speaking once again. "Yes, it's called a saree - a traditional dornish garb for unwed women. We only wear more conservative clothing once we're wed. And why would I marry in the North? The answer is simple: I follow the Old Gods, I want to be as far as possible from Southern politics and from a King who might execute a second Princess of Dorne coincidentally named Elia Martell to soothe his bloodlust."/p
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