[m] Technically should have happened yesterday but new Martell so...

Lord Anders Blackmont and his guard had ridden hard through Dorne. They had made for Sunspear as soon as the troops had returned from their investigation around Starfall. He had barely stopped to see his wife before departing again, this time along the full length of Dorne. The Lord of Blackmont felt every mile in his bones. How many more of these journeys will I make before the Stranger takes me? He shook of this thought as quickly as it came. He had work to do. Dorne had been attacked, her honor besmirched, and she had yet to respond. The situation of High Hermitage had weighed heavily on his mind. Prince Garrin acted so strangely, what did he know that he couldn't tell me?

As he arrived in Sunspear, he noticed that not only the Martell banners flew from the walls but also that of Dayne and Wyl. He had hoped to confer privately with the princess before any action was taken, and Lady Clara was not likely to make such a quiet meeting more complicated and contentious. I pray that Prince Garrin's suspicions were unfounded. If not, this is likely to be an unpleasant affair.