Oberyn Martell

"Prince Oberyn... they tell all sorts of stories about your… priorities. One would think you spend more time wielding your personal sword in the beds of half the city than attending to your duties."

Situations like this were not new to the prince, in a way he was talked about for his horizontal activities on a daily basis, including his polyamorous lifestyle, which was on one hand very disreputable, but on the other secretly practiced by many, while Oberyn dealt with it openly.

"But maybe that's... the Dornish way of diplomacy?"

A barely audible murmur went through the bystanders. Oberyn wasn’t impressed in the slightest, Cersei was known for her pointed remarks, her discontent, her narcissistic traits… all of which showed in her attacks on others, in her tendency to look down on everyone and everything. You could almost feel sorry for her… but the relationship between Oberyn and the Lannisters was under a very barbaric and bloodstained moon anyway.

"Rumors are a wondrous thing,...Queen mother. They creep everywhere... in beds, um.. in families. Some rumors are true... others are just there so people have something to talk about, to distract from themselves..."

He took a step closer, looking relaxed and at calm, and he truly didn’t care what the other nobles thought of him. He didn’t feel offended at all.

"And some of them are even far more interesting than those about my... physical pastimes...."

Cersei’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she said nothing. Oberyn continued softly, without looking directly at her, not trying to avoid her gaze out of respect or fear., he purposefully looked in another direction to provoke her. His voice softened as his Dornish accent slipped heatedly over his lips.

"For example, you hear stories in Dorne about a very special little tete a tete that takes place within these walls... between siblings."

He turned his head, letting his gaze wander briefly toward the Lannister guards before turning back to Cersei.

"Rumor has it that the young king bears a... remarkable resemblance to Ser Jaime. He has his eyes, after all, his jaw too..." 

A fleeting, knowing smile, charming and thoroughly nonchalant.

"You must be a very strong family, Cersei. So incredibly close and intimate."

Cersei’s smile remained, but it froze, you could see it was about to crack. Some of the courtiers looked down, others held their breath, and Oberyn just kept walking, as if he had only been talking about the weather... and that wasn’t far fetched, because there really was a storm brewing, but one that would only subside once he had done his sister and her children justice.