Lord Voldemort won. No one's safe. One of the previous heros felt it already, but he hoped he would be te only of his loved ones. He was wrong. And the end is coming. - My old short story form the times I loved to write brutal tragedies.
Oberyn Martell has one trueborn daughter. Her mother should be lysene noblewoman and they should just pay a visit to Elia and little Aegon. But other things are waiting in King's Landing. Intriguing Rhaegar, mad Aerys and fire. Fire and blood. Basically, my version of start of Robert's rebellion. And that wouldn't be nice like "we escaped together for love". Not at all.