- In Dorne, we do not chain our hearts with duty; we let them soar on wings of passion.
- Love in Dorne is as free as the desert winds—unfettered by the rigid customs that bind the rest of Westeros.
- Where others see scandal, we see nature’s truth; love, in all its forms, is to be celebrated, not caged.
- We do not love by the rules of others; in Dorne, the heart makes its own path.
- Dornish wine and Dornish loves are alike—bold, free, and unapologetic in their intensity.
- Vengeance is a serpent; it may sleep in the sand, but it awakens at the first touch of injustice.
- For every drop of Dornish blood spilled, the sands themselves cry out for retribution.
- Justice in Dorne wears a different face—one that does not forgive, and never forgets.
- They say vengeance consumes the seeker, but what of the agony of the wronged? Does it not demand satisfaction?
- To take revenge is to restore balance, to return what was taken—peace, for peace; blood, for blood.
- In Dorne, a child’s worth is not measured by the marriage from which they spring, but by the mettle in their spine.
- Bastards are not born of lesser love; in Dorne, they rise as high as their dreams can carry them.
- While the rest of Westeros hides their bastards, we raise ours in sunlight, letting them grow strong and unashamed.
- A noble name does not assure a noble heart. In Dorne, we judge the deeds, not the bloodline.
- Here, bastards are not branded by their birth but by their bravery and their bond to the land.
- In Dorne, women rule not as exceptions to the throne, but as pillars of our strength.
- Our blades are sharp, our minds are sharper, and in Dorne, both are wielded without restraint by women of power.
- A princess of Dorne does not sit idly by her throne; she leads from the sands, from the front, from the heart.
- In the veins of Dornish women flows the fire of the Rhoynar—fierce, proud, and undaunted.
- Here, power respects no gender, only ability; and Dornish women have ability in abundance.
- Alliances are as shifting as the Dornish sands; one must watch the winds closely, lest they change.
- In the dance of Westerosi politics, Dorne moves to its own rhythm, allying as needed, betraying as warranted.
- Betrayal in politics is often the result of failing to listen, to anticipate; in Dorne, we listen very closely indeed.
- The key to maintaining alliances in Westeros is understanding one’s allies as well as one’s enemies—perhaps even better.
- Our loyalties are fierce, fiery, and not given lightly, but when betrayed, expect nothing less than the desert’s wrath.
- Dorne is not just a place; it’s a vibrant tapestry woven from our fiery dances, spicy foods, and unyielding spirits.
- Each bite of Dornish pepper is like our people—bold, complex, and impossible to ignore.
- In our customs lie our defiance: in every colorful skirt, every defiant song, we declare our independence from the drab norms of the north.
- Dorne thrives under the sun not only in our fields but in our hearts, as vibrant and enduring as the sands themselves.
- Our feasts are as much a battlefield as any fought with swords; here, we conquer with taste and win allies with our hospitality.
- In Dorne, we fight not just to win but to right the wrongs; our wars are as much about honor as they are about survival.
- War is a last resort, but when drawn, our spears strike to mend, not just to bleed.
- The ethics of our warfare are simple—protect the innocent, punish the guilty, and always remember the cost.
- We in Dorne do not forget the faces of those we fight for; our ethics in war are bound by personal honor and communal ties.
- To wage war without a cause is to rule without a right; Dorne fights only when the fight is just.
- Raising the Sand Snakes was like forging blades from wild ore—instilling sharpness while respecting the fire within each of them.
- Each of my daughters is a testament to Oberyn’s spirit; in them, his legacy of fierceness and fairness lives on.
- I taught them that a true warrior wields wisdom as skillfully as a whip or a sword.
- The Sand Snakes know the sands of Dorne as they know their own hearts—wild, free, and ready to shift with the winds of challenge.
- From a young age, they learned that their greatest armor was not the steel at their side, but the intelligence and cunning in their minds.
- In the dance of diplomacy, Dorne does not step; we glide, always poised between grace and strength.
- Our autonomy has been maintained not by the sword alone, but by sharp wits and sharper tongues.
- Dornish diplomacy is much like our terrain—hard to conquer, impossible to hold, and unforgettable once encountered.
- We have survived by knowing when to extend a hand and when to raise a shield; in this balance lies our continued independence.
- In the game of thrones, Dorne has remained unbroken, not by walls or warriors, but by clever alliances and calculated reticence.
- Oberyn’s death was not an end, but a clarion call to awaken the fiercest loyalties of Dorne.
- He may have fallen, but in his fall, the sands of Dorne stirred into a storm that no king could quell.
- In his life, he was our spear; in his death, he became our rallying cry.
- The venom of his loss coursed through our veins, igniting a fire that no enemy would ever extinguish.
- Oberyn died as he lived—fighting against tyranny; his spirit now drives us to seek justice as relentlessly as he did.
The Dornish View on Love and Freedom
Revenge and Justice: The Sands of Vengeance
The Role of Bastards in Dornish Society
Female Leadership in Dorne
Political Alliances and Betrayals
Cultural Richness of Dorne
The Ethics of War in Dorne
Raising the Sand Snakes
Dornish Diplomacy in a Divided Realm
The Impact of Oberyn Martell’s Death on Dorne
