“I don’t know that I have any thorns really, and petals? What good are those?” He didn’t know why he was arguing the point. He wanted to kick himself for continuing to wallow in woe and self-pity. “You have thorns aplenty, of that, I am sure. Your mind is sharp and your spirit strong.” Oberyn gazed at him for another moment before a small smile curled up the sides of his mouth and he added, “and a petal is a fine thing, beautiful to gaze upon and sweet-smelling; this world would be an ugly, dull place without its petals.”

Trying to write my Oberyn/Willas fic this morning. #asoiaf #fanfiction #oberyn #willasmartell