Toria was riding in one of the carriages when the soldiers began their assault. When she heard the shouts for Dorne, she wondered what on earth they were thinking. Queen Aeria was in the entourage, as was Ser Prosperyn Martell. Even if they were set on attacking, did they not worry about accidentally striking down the wrong person? The heat of the sun had gone to their heads, it seemed, and made them even more hot blooded than usual.
She was no warrior, in spite of the teasing she had once received from a few members of Elia's Dornish entourage after intercepting Myrwin's would-be assassin. Even so, she had learned a few things. Between Aunt Lyanora and her friendship with Elia, Toria could use a dagger with more competence than one might have expected of a young, music-loving highborn lady.
It was likely safer in the carriage than outside of it. Toria readied her jeweled dagger and prepared for the worst.