Her family. That probably made her a Martell; he couldn't think of any other houses in Dorne that needed to be present at the coronation. He felt a brief flicker of surprise that the Prince of Dorne had chose one of his daughters or nieces to be his representative, but the people of the far south had always had strange customs.
"With the Starks in charge I have no doubt that everything will be done very properly," he remarked sarcastically as he settled into the opposite chair. "Lots of feasts and perhaps a tourney if we're lucky, along with the usual speeches and oaths of allegiance and whatnot." That last part was hard to speak with at straight face. He had as little intention of giving this so - called "king" his allegiance any more than he intended to take the black and move to the Wall.
He smiled as she met his gaze with wide eyes. Very pretty blue ones, too. This one might actually make this whole wretched trip worth something more than saving face publicly. "I've had reason go come before, yes. If you have the time and the inclination I could show you much more diverting people and places than you could ever find in the palace, Lady Martell."
He knew he should be cautions around this girl, but that pout of hers was making it damn hard to remember why.