“I was the oldest,” the prince said, “and yet I am the last. After Mors and Olyvar died in their cradles, I gave up hope of brothers. I was nine when Elia came, a squire in service at Salt Shore. When the raven arrived with word that my mother had been brought to bed a month too soon, I was old enough to understand that meant the child would not live. Even when Lord Gargalen told me that I had a sister, I assured him that she must shortly die. Yet she lived, by the Mother’s mercy. And a year later Oberyn arrived, squalling and kicking. I was a man grown when they were playing in these pools. Yet here I sit, and they are gone.”
Petyr’s up in the seven heavens pulling up a seat at the ‘criminally undervalued characters who were dumbed down, spat on, and hastily killed thanks to plot hole induced writing ’ table, welcomed by Doran, Roose, Barristan and Stannis
“A start?”said Ellaria sand, incredulous. “Gods forbid. I would it were a finish. Tywin Lannister is dead. So are Robert Baratheon and Amory Lorch, and now Gregor Clegane, all those who had a hand in murdering Elia and her children. Even Joffrey, who was not yet born when Elia died. I saw the boy perish with mine own eyes, clawing at his throat as he tried to draw a breath. Who else is there to kill? Do Myrcella and Tommen need to die so the shades of Rhaenys and Aegon can be at rest? Where does it end?” “It ends in blood, as it began,” said Lady Nym. “It ends when Casterly Rock is cracked open, so the sun can shine on the maggots and the worms within. It ends with the utter ruin of Tywin Lannister and all his works.” “The man died at the hand of his own son,” Ellaria snapped back. “What more could you wish?” “I could wish that he died at my hand. … If he had, his dying would not have been so easy.” Ellaria’s cheeks were wet with tears, her dark eyes shining. Even weeping, she has a strength in her, the captain thought. “Oberyn wanted vengeance for Elia. Now the three of you want vengeance for him. I have four daughters, mind you. Your sisters. My Elia is fourteen, almost a woman. Obella is twelve, on the brink of maidenhood. They worship you, as Dorea and Loreza worship them. If you should die, must El and Obella seek vengeance for you, then Dorea and Loree for them? Is that how it goes, round and round forever? I ask again, where does it end? … I saw your father die. Here is his killer. Can I take a skull to bed with me, to give me comfort in the night? Will it make me laugh, write me songs, care for me when I am old and sick?” (A Dance with Dragons)
House Nymeros Martell of Sunspear is one of the Great Houses of Westeros and is the ruling house of Dorne. ‘Nymeros’ indicates “of the line of Nymeria,” but generally it is simply called House Martell. The seat of the Prince of Dorne is Sunspear in southeastern Dorne.
The Martells of old used a spear as their emblem, while Nymeria and her Rhoynar used the sun as theirs. When Nymeria wed Lord Mors Martell, the symbols were combined into a gold spear piercing a red sun on an orange field.
This wasn’t a political marriage, nor a magical one, it was simply an example of human nature. […] Sometimes the marriages of convenience in the Seven Kingdoms come out well and those that are for love don’t. Sometimes a couple loves one another, and then at some point they don’t. There are marriages that also develop out of nothing more than lust. There’s no guarantee that things will go well and the consequence of this is that disappointments develop and you end up estranged, each person going their own way. There’s some bitterness from Mellario about this, because as Prince of Dorne, Doran has been able to stay with his children and she has had to leave them. → George R. R. Martin