My daughter for a realm, higher prices have been paid. Tyene found herself thinking. She smiled with the rest of them as she raised her glass in salutation, she was seated to the left of her daughter with her son, the Yronwoods spread out on the right flank. Oberyn had not been spotted, she wasn't sure if he had even received his letters, maybe it's for the best, a marriage doesn't clear all bad blood.
As the toasts were made she looked at her daughter, she seemed happy enough and looked radiant. And she will be safe, not in the cesspool of Kings Landing, away from the mad Dragon.
Even as these thoughts crossed her mind her face smiled and her mouth engaged in petty conversation, only Doran could truly read her concerns, shed trained him well. He held her wrist, "Do not concern yourself, all will be well" he whispered in a reassuring tone.
She knew he would make announcements later, indicating the reinstitution of an ancient order, the Sunguard, the nomination of a new Small Council. Tomorrow, she would meet with the leaders of all the great houses of Dorne and formalize the plans, no-one else would know. [m] I will make another thread for in-game discussions. Maybe on the Dornish sub even, this is a feast after all.
The doors of the Great Hall opened and in walked a face she had not seen in a decade, her brother. He's made it! even she could not hide the excitement on her face. She got up as he approached the dais, clad in his Kingsguard armour, covered in red dust, holding the ancestral weapon of their house. As he got to the table he stopped in front of her, ignoring all others. The gathering silenced as people realized who was here.
They stood facing one another, not saying a word, then in a rare moment the Princess gave up her air of rule and became just a woman as she stepped over the table and embraced her long lost younger brother. "Lewyn!" she said as tears welled in her eyes, "Hi sis" the Kingsguard replied dryly, "Been a while" as he gave his spear and helmet to his nephew.
The Princess got out of the embrace, "You're getting old brother-dear", she said as she plucked at his grey hairs. "Ty..." the Prince nudged at the speachless lords and ladies assembled.
"Oh.. Right." she laughed composed herself and addressed the council, "It seems the mad Dragon has seen fit to release my brother for a while. The white Prince returns to Dorne at last!" she said. Followed by cheers from those assembled.
He had not been in Dorne for 16 years and as such he barely recognized his niece sitting next to his sister. "Is this little Elia?" he spoke to his niece, "how you've grown, last I saw you you barely reached my knees" he kissed her on the cheeks and turning to the Yronwood boy he said "Take care of her young man, you've been given my family's most precious possession." he smiled as he shook the boys hands but his voice betrayed that he would kill him if he hurt her.
Turning back to the assembled crowds he cheered as he raised the glass of red that Doran had pushed into his hands, "Alright Dorne! It's been a while since I saw the Dornish party, show me what you've got! To Elia and Anders!" he shouted and the crowd roared it back at him. "To Yronwood!" he followed up, looking at the Lord and his son, again it was echoed, "To my sister, the Princess!" and as the roaring got louder, "To Dorne!"