Ser Varyn Uller and his bubbly new wife sat near the back corner of the Dornish table within reach of the Stormlands table. I suppose this is basically the Dornish Marches of tables, he smirked and figured it was accurate given the other marcher lords that also seemed to congregate in seats nearby. Whether they sat here to fraternize with the "enemy" or keep an eye on them he wasn't sure.

The Hellknight had spent the day at the bathhouse with his wife preparing for this event. R'hllor be good he hadn't spent so much time on his appearance since his time in Lys when he had to put on a personal gladiator show for the magisters. Varyn knew this would be a big event and wanted to make sure he and his wife looked deserving of nobility, and truth be told they played their part well.

He looked over at his wife who's head rested on his shoulder and smiled, she was absolutely stunning tonight and he wouldn't choose any other woman in the seven kingdoms to be on his arm tonight if he could. He tensed his arm around her and looked about and caught a few glaring eyes.

Enemies abound and my only real friend is dead, he thought. Its too bad, maybe if they caught us in the company of Ser Steffon Caron and lady Alerie Ashford here they'd be less likely to think we're fools, he sighed. In his heart Varyn Uller knew he was no true lord, he had no lands, he had no real titles, but he gripped to his mummer's farce as tightly as he could and prayed to R'hllor someday that'd be different.

He caught his hand instinctively gripping his wife's side instead of his ethereal ideals and leaned his head onto hers and just watched everyone else.

[M] Varyn Uller is seated near the back of the Dornish table with Lady Rela Uller nee Stone (/u/pauix)