@riyanshmartell !!
the two were tucked away in her chambers as it was a pleasant change to talk to him privately outside of the watchful eyes of the rest of the dornish lords. eleyana was roughly listening to about half of what riyansh was talking about while skillful hands carefully polished one of her double daggers. she was not usually this distracted, but the impending thought of sending dornish troops to fight against grover tully weighed heavy on her mind. she knew that dorne could only isolate itself for long before having to intervene in the issues of westeros. they could either join the mix on their terms or be forced into it by the threat of external conquest. it was merely a choice between two competing evils.
“mhmmm,” she hummed at his words to make it appear that she had any type of engagement in the conversation. she leaned back in her seat as she watched the short blade begin to gleam in the sun. “have you heard word from father?” she interrupted, her tone curt as she looked over to her brother.
“or is he still sulking over the sheer possibility that we would even consider sending dornish men to fight a fish king?” if someone had told her last year that she would be in this situation she would have laughed in their face and called them a babbling fool. it all sounded like some sort of joke to eleyana, but the severity of the issue left a heaviness on her chest that she could hardly shake. she had not written to her father since she arrived in the vale, partially out of fear that it would be a sign of weakness. the last eleyana needed was to think that him or his advisors saw her as a weak princess that needed the comfort of her father. it was apparent she needed to find her own voice separate from the clenched grasp of the ruling dornish prince and these next few decisions would give her that opportunity.