Prince Oberyn looked rather battered. Though he had changed his clothes, the deep scars on his face and body were unmistakable.
Everyone had seen him with their own eyes, riding upon the back of a dragon as they fought their way into the distance. They had all assumed he was certain to die in the jaws of the beast; now he had returned, yet the dragon was nowhere to be seen. Could he have slain it?
No, that was utterly impossible, even if Dorne had always harbored legends of the dragonsbane. To single-handedly kill a dragon in the skies was simply not something a mortal man could achieve.
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