Kaelyn watched the Dornish enter with cool acceptance. She glanced around to see that her second daughter was, as usual, nowhere near at hand. Of course. It was only when Prince Myrwin spoke that her attention returned to the men arranged before the dais. He dared address the king regent as a brother? Her shock must have shown on her face, but Kaelyn schooled her features as best she could and looked to William for guidance.
Why in the names of the old gods and new couldn't the Dornish just stay in bloody Dorne?