The biggest disappointment… you. The whole way from Dorne all anyone
talked about was the monster that had been born to Tywin Lannister. A
head twice the size of his body, a tail between his legs, claws, one red
eye, the privates of both a girl and a boy. When we met your sister,
she promised she would show you to us. Everyday we would ask. Everyday
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 have not lived this long.” Oberyn Martell.