Isobel nodded, hot flush covering her cheeks. She had fumbled in front of her liege lady and the memories of Martells were wont to be long. She knew that from painful experience, given the recent Dayne involvement in the deaths of the royal family. Martells had long been tied to the Targaryen dynasties.
And, who could forget the centuries long grudge due to the bannerman of House Lannister killing the beautiful, but tragic, Princess Elia and her babes. Isobel certainly hadn't forgotten and it hadn't been her family at all.
"I...I heard th...that Ser Arthur was one of the last Swords of the Morning. We don't use Dawn any longer."