Upon hearing of Elia's death, Oberyn and all of Dorne had raged - fires in the streets, clashing of spears, baying for dragon's blood in a fervor that had not been seen since the days of the Young Dragon - the clamoring of vengeance echoing from Sunspear to Starfall.

Doran had wept, of course, but more than that, Doran had *ached*. Wished with all his heart that he'd kept his sweet, beautiful sister safe in their homeland instead of marrying her off in a fool's wish. Elia was no Maron, to walk the halls of the Red Keep unscathed, nor was she Daenerys enough to enchant her husband's head out of those books of his.

His brother comes to him with an ultimatum, raise Dorne for Viserys, marry him to Arianne (his bright-eyed girl, silly and eager and strong). Doran strikes Oberyn for the one and only time - they will never again be the playthings of the dragons. No more Dornish blood will be spilt as Elia's was.