Closed starter for @devanitoland Setting: King's Landing. The last days of King Jaehaerys' celebration.
Dornish men and women were amongst those who had been invited to the realm for King Jaehaerys' coronation. The Lord of Blackhaven barely saw the merit in having those people as guests, for they had warred with the Crownlands and the Stormlands in the past. Even to this day, the tensions continued. Daeron himself had been named Marshall of the Marches and Protector of the Mountains by the dragon king. A title that only existed because the Dornish were clearly still enemies to most in this realm.
The hour had grown late and the Stormlander found himself in the company of other lords and ladies of the New Valyrian kingdom, as most of the guests from the other realms had already retired to their quarters. And there she was, a Dornish woman sticking out like a sore thumb, ambling around in the great hall. “Are you lost, lady?” the Dondarrion lord asked bluntly as he got up. “Seek the guest house of the Hayfords, there's where your kin will be,” he offered the indication that had not been asked to begin with.