House Martell, Lord of the Sandship, Lord of Sunspear, Prince of Dorne. Salty Dornishmen, with dark eyes, dark hair in ringlets, and olive skin. When the warrior queen Nymeria came with her people to Westeros from Essos, the Martell lands were dwarfed by other dornish houses, Nymeria took Mors Martell, as her husband and the two united all of Dorne under their rule. House Nymeros Martell has reigned since.
oranges are well past ripe,“ Prince Doran observed in a weary voice, when
the captain rolled him onto the terrace.
After that he did not speak again for
the far side of the palace, the captain Areo Hotah heard the faint drumbeat of
boots on marble.
Obara. He knew her stride; long-legged,
hasty, angry. She had been heard to boast that she could master any horse in
Dorne … and any man as well. Areo
Hotah blocked the way.
lady, no farther. The prince does not wish to be disturbed.”
are in my way, Hotah. Does he know that my father is dead?”
“He does. He had a bird.”
“Everywhere, women tear their hair and
men cry out in rage. The same question is heard on every tongue—what will our
prince do to avenge his murdered brother?”
does not wish to be disturbed,” Areo Hotah said again.
“Hotah,” said Obara Sand, “you
will remove yourself from my path, else I shall take that longaxe and—”
“Captain,” came the command, from
behind. “Let her pass. I will speak with her.” The prince’s voice was
“My father has been murdered.”
“He was slain in single combat during a
trial by battle. By law, that is no murder.”
“He was your brother. What do you mean to
do about his death?”
“You would have me go to war?”
“You need not even leave your chair. Let
me avenge my father. Let my sisters and me march to sack Oldtown”
look at the children, if it please you.”
“It does not please me. I’d get more
pleasure from driving my spear into Lord Tywin’s belly.”
the prince repeated. “I command you.”
“Your father played that same game once. Quick
as a water snake. I oft saw him topple boys much bigger than himself. He
reminded me of that the day he left for King’s Landing. He swore that he would
do it one more time, else I would never have let him go.”
“As if you could have stopped him. The
Red Viper of Dorne went where he would.”
“I wish I had some word of comfort to—"
me use the spear; I ask no more. You have slept too long already.”
turned upon her heel and strode off as angrily as she had come.
A Feast for Crows Chapter 2 (The Captain of the Guards)
House Martell of Sunspear is a legally extinct Great House of Westeros. It ruled the peninsula of Dorne in the far south of the continent from their castle Sunspear. Though loyal to the Iron Throne, the Martells were never conquered by the Targaryens and pursued a more isolated role in wider political events since Robert’s Rebellion.
Dorne is the hottest region of Westeros. The region is rocky, mountainous, arid and dry, and features the only desert on the continent. Its capital is Sunspear from which House Martell rules. The castle was built one thousand years ago, at the time of Nymeria’s war; clinging to its walls, the shadow city spreads westwards, with miles of narrow alleys and noisy bazaars. Three leagues to the west of Sunspear lie the Water Gardens, the Martells’ private residence, a palace with gardens and waterworks, shaded by blood orange trees.
He had left
Princess Myrcella in her chambers, bent over a gaming table opposite Prince
Trystane, pushing ornate pieces across squares of jade and carnelian and lapis
was unseasonably cool, even for autumn. Ser
Arys Oakheart pulled up his hood to cover his face. It would not do for him
to be recognized. His only crime was being from King’s Landing.
To wear his
white cloak of the Kingsguard openly in the shadow city would be asking for
attack. He felt naked without one hanging from his shoulders.
But I am a Kingsguard still, even uncloaked.
She must respect that. I must make her
understand. He should never have let himself be drawn into this, but the
singer said that love can make a fool of any man.
opened suddenly onto a moonlit courtyard. Past the candlemaker’s shop, she
wrote. He pushed the door open instead. “My
lady?” he called. “Where are you?”
She stepped out from the shadow behind the door.
I only came to tell her I must go, but when he
saw her shining in the candlelight he seemed to lose the power of speech.
And then somehow he was holding
her, and she was pulling off his robes. Arianne
my sweet white knight.”
It was too much for him to stand.
What am I doing? he asked himself. I am a
knight of the Kingsguard. My oath of chastity.
bleed,” she said when they were finished. “I scratched too hard.”
Naked, he stood. “No more.”
have balm. For the scratches.”
But none for my shame. “The scratches are nothing.
Forgive me, my lady, I must go …”
soon? Stay with me tonight, ser. I still
have much to teach you.”
have learned too much from you already.
certain you are not off to some other bed”
know I have no other woman. Only … duty.”
poxy bitch? I know her. Dry as dust between the legs, and her kisses leave you
place is at the palace. I must protect Princess Myrcella”
sweet princess. Her little brother sits the Iron throne now but she’s the older
one. She is more fit for rule …”
comes before a daughter.”
What god has made it so? I am my father’s heir. Should I give up my rights to
father will take Myrcella with him to the Water Gardens to protect her.”
To keep her away from those who’d seek to crown her. You say you love the girl
as you would a daughter. Would you let your daughter be despoiled of her rights?
Defend her … and her rights. Set a crown upon her head.”
swore an oath!”
would want you to be happy, and she is fond of me as well. She will give us
leave to marry if we ask.”
She is tearing me apart. “You know I do, but . .
me love, yet you refuse me, when I have most desperate need of you.”
my love.” Ser Arys sank to one knee. “Myrcella is the elder, and
better suited to the crown.? My sword, my life, my honor, all belong to her . .
. and to you, my heart’s delight. I am yours. What would you have of me?”
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. Their words are Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.
Nymeria was a warrior queen and a Princess of the Rhoynar. Nymeria ruled in Ny Sar, where she had a palace.When the Valyrian Freehold conquered the Rhoyne with their dragons, Nymeria led the surviving Rhoynar into exile from Essos.The warrior queen then brought ten thousand ships across the narrow sea to the shores of Dorne. She struck an alliance with House Martell of Sunspear, taking Lord Mors Martell as her husband and burning the Rhoynar fleet.The Martell-Rhoynar alliance conquered the rest of Dorne.Nymeria’s life inspired the books Ten Thousand Ships and The Loves of Queen Nymeria.
↳ 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. Their seat 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 King Mors Martell, the symbols were combined into a gold spear piercing a red sun on an orange field. Their words are Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. In appearance they are classic salty Dornishmen, with dark eyes, dark hair in ringlets, and olive skin.
I got this magnificent Game of Thrones sketchbook, and it only seems right to fill it exclusively with Game of Thrones/ A Song of Ice and Fire characters. Here’s a small batch from the first go-around. The names are in the tags, but see if you can guess.