#( baashir dayne )

[dastan-allyrion]

truth serum: what do you think of your sister's new marriage?

“I'm not the best person to judge other people's choices in terms of relationships,” he began, for he knew the shadow of his choice of a paramour still loomed over him and his reputation, even if the relationship and association with her had ended. “I believe the marriage came at the wrong time, mainly,” the Lord of Godsgrace added, for the disappearance of Mayya was still something that weighed down on the members of House Allyrion. It was odd to wish to celebrate a wedding so close to that tragedy. “And I fret for my sister's place. Our culture isn't kind to widows who've birthed heirs already. I do not wish to see her ostracized”. But it was done, the wedding had taken place. And so, as a brother, there was one thing he cared deeply about. “I only wish she can be happier than she was in her previous marriage, and that she feels certain about the decision she made”. Everything else could be adjusted to, worked around, he hoped. “My sister and Baashir have had a caring bond for many years, as I understand, so I hope their marriage works out and brings them peace”.

( @myriamas & @baashirdayne)

#dastan: answered #( myriam allyrion ) #( baashir dayne )

[jalabharmooton]

It happened so quickly. Jalabhar Mooton, Lord of Maidenpool spoke with a small group of people, charming the lords and ladies with an ease expected from the ruling Lord. Something about that smile as he turned his head and looked to left landed him in trouble he didn't see coming until he saw the face of the First Minister of Dorne, Baashir Dayne, standing before.

"What are you smiling at?" "Nothing and everything."

A normal response from the spy master, witty and vague laced with some hidden jest though there was none. Jalabhar Mooton knew enough to know that men didn't trifle with the sword of the morning, unfortunately for him he'd already trifled with the Lord through his cruelty to Myriam. Though Bash doesn't know the finer details of Jalabhar's cruel words to Myriam Allyrion, seeing the pain she was in was enough to ensure that even if Jalabhar hadn't smiled in his general direction Baashir would have laid hands on him at some point.

Outcome: The maesters had to stitch an open cut over his left eye, bled the wound over his right eye which will allow the swelling to go down and for the eye to reopen, the blood vessels in this eye will have to heal so from his right eye he will see red for a few weeks.

#c: baashir dayne #messiness between the boys cause drama #it's like a self mutilation frfr

[jaehaerysiitargaryen]

The Sword of the Morning Baashir Dayne

Baashir Dayne is the 5- and 30-year-old ruling lord of House Dayne and holds the legendary title of The Sword of the Morning. He carries the greatsword Dawn. Like most members of House Dayne, Baashir has deep purple eyes. They are not of Valyrian descent and such comments will lead to Baashir drawing his sword on the man blaspheming his house. They descend from The First Men of Westeros. The First Men to descend from the Red Mountains.

When the Princesguard was formed, Baashir Dayne joined in service to Prince Nymor and is the personal sword of PENDING. Before joining the guard, Baashir earned a reputation fighting against the raiders in the mountains with his brother, who now sits as the LORD OF HIGH HERMITAGE.

#.*. the sword of the morning; baashir dayne

[ruqaiyahdayne]

who: @devanitoland when and where: sunspear, shortly following the murder of dante uller by baashir dayne and the introduction of ruqaiyah dayne to the court of sunspear. there is a grand feast going on with specifically assigned seating, and ruqaiyah finds herself sat at a table with a very, very, familiar stranger. tdlr: that feeling when ur 10 year long situationship shows up

her visit to sunspear would most likely be permanent this time, and it was something she had not fully thought through until the wagon was already days into the journey - she found herself wondering whether that had been intentional, to make the change of setting as easy and minimal as possible. ruqaiyah hoped not, for she wished her departure from her home to be full of emotional theatrics, with elephants adorned in colourful fabrics and colour filling the air.

now she was here, back in the capital city: where she had been before, though it felt like each time she arrived, there was some update. someone had died.

there was assigned seating at this table, and she noted there were multiple notable women of various houses of dorne: and she did not pay enough attention to one of the names that would have been enough to cause her to get up and demand to sit at another table. perhaps because she was too engrossed in gossip about what the princess loreza martell was wearing, she was within such conversation when another face appeared before her.

"my eyes are increasingly fixed on one person." "don't say that." "but i did." "who?" "you've run out of questions now, ru." she had seen it, and heard it, through a rose coloured haze.

one would be able to see her expression change ever so slightly as she looked upon devani toland for the first time in over a decade, as though she had risen from the dead: of course she had heard of her return and all the rumours attached to them. a flicker of realisation, her words slowing for a moment, before she simply looked away; acting as though she was not at the table at all. none would have noticed the way her heart was thumping, and how suddenly increasingly numb she began to feel.

a door slammed. "you said your eyes were fixed on one person. one. person." "did you take it seriously? we were drinking." "but you said it." "so?" "do you tolands know how to count?" she had seen it, and heard it, through no haze.

how she wished to get up and demand to be sat elsewhere. she found herself looking anywhere but at her, speaking to women and aunties of various social circles as they walked by her; and still, she had not said hello. she would not say hello first. she refused to say hello first.

and if devani toland did not say hello first, then devani toland was not sat opposite ruqaiyah dayne. it was an empty seat.

#c: devani #devani 001 #when you were out building other worlds where was i? i made you my temple my mural my sky and i'm a footnote in your life (deewani devi)

[myriamas]

A TRIAL, A LOCKDOWN, AND A LESSON IN DORNISH TEMPER;

when the party of volantis were spotted on the horizon of the dunes, they were awaited by the court of sunspear: adorned in white. a shade of peace, anywhere but dorne; for in dorne, white was a shade of mourning. the greatest of men had been cremated, his ashes sprinkled within the rivers of dorne: and yet, they awaited them in his home.

it were supposed to be a joint effort, the trial to condemn those who had been behind the brutal assassination of dorne's justiciar; and yet, when the greetings and pleasantries were spoken, the tone changed. expressions in the room changed, the air turned thick when four men were presented to the court of sunspear. chained. the agreement was a trial. now it were an execution. there came hushed whispers in the crowds as there was sudden movement by the martell prince, pulling the first minister, the second minister and the high commander to the side whilst the princess regent addressed the volantese.

she need not have looked behind her to know this was not to happen. "there has been a mistake, my lords. a trial is not an execution in dorne." only, it were painfully obvious that the dornish were not supposed to be part of the trial. how could they trust such actions taken were enough to bring justice for the death of rashid jordayne? it was then the prince of house martell stepped beside her, hands behind his kurta as he looked upon those who gave them men as though they were offerings. myriam quietly noticed the old bruising on them, the branding.

they exchanged a small glance. slaves. heated discussion went nowhere, and finally, there came the words that had been agreed by the group behind myriam should this go nowhere. "lock the palace down." came the words of the martell prince - and whilst the princess regent inwardly wondered whether they were jumping too high, too quickly, she nodded. "lock the palace down, high commander."

what happens in lockdown; (whilst myriam and the other courtiers remain trying to stress the fact dorne requires a trial to happen, including dornish judges and for evidence to be reviewed)

joy manwoody leads searches of the belongings of items be longing to the volantese in which she finds letters addressed to lord wylliam swann and lord deimos velaryon. the letters themselves remain blank, but joy is forced to restrain a man when she takes the empty letters into her custody. why did he react in such a way?

later on, joy is walking back to the main great hall when she finds a volantene in an area of the castle that should be locked off, close to the entrances of princess loreza martell's apartments. what would the man have wanted with the former wife of rashid jordayne?

baashir dayne finds a heavy pouch of westerland gold, imprinted with the symbol of a lion upon within the belongings of a man who resorted to violence. the moment his blade drew, baash was forced to cut down the man. why would they have westerland gold on them? what are they being paid for?

amaia sand sees zahra sand speaking with a woman she does not recognise, dressed in volatene fashion, outside the main halls of sunspear's hall. the conversation appears tense; but this woman is a paramour of one of the lords of volantis.

@baashirdayne / @joymanwoody / @lorczamartell / @dancingshores / @ofsandandblood

#plot drop: we are so much more than passion and poison (dorne remains unbowed unbent and unbroken)

[armaans]

who: @baashirdayne when and where: following the death of lady joy manwoody, armaan seeks out the first minister to ensure something is entirely clear with the rest of the council, and the law entirely.

lady joy of house manwoody was dead. succumbed to her infection some days following birthing twin sons into the world. it was too easy to believe that due to his ambition, the bloodroyal of yronwood was a man of court - one who was an able and skilled politician, silver tongued in his ability to speak with others. and then, all it took was one truly knowing armaan of yronwood to know that was falsehood in it's truest form: his nature had always been brash, blunt, and too impulsive for his actions to truly have any long term consequences.

his hands, which he had extended through the birth of not one son, but two; twin boys, ishaan and kabir of house yronwood and house manwoody - heirs to kingsgrave.

armaan would be willing to deal with the sisters of house manwoody should they try to insert their claim over the lands of kingsgrave, even if it were on behalf of their nephew; and that was the reason he had come to see baashir dayne today. only, the first minister was not in the apartments of the first minister; a wing within sunspear's grand palace that was within the centre of the keep, but rather, he was informed that the man would need to be called from the royal apartments. his brow furrowed slightly, in the way it always did when armaan was visibly unpleased to hear such news.

and he had a choice. either he sent a page to inform baashir dayne he was within the dayne apartments to see him. or, he make his way to the royal apartments, and hope he was not interrupting a special evening meeting between the regent and the first minister.

martell guards moved to locate baashir within the long set of apartments as armaan himself remained within an outer wing, leaning comfortably against one of the ornate pillars as he waited. and so the sword of the morning arrived, and it was already clear to armaan yronwood that something was, as he called it, blurry. still, he extended the declaration he had wrote of his heirs, and the fact he would be regent of his own sons: even within kingsgrave. "is this clear enough?" armaan asked, no doubt avoiding the obvious.

#c: baashir #baashir 004

[danceofwhispers]

Rumour has it Baashir Dayne has a secret lover outside of Dorne from his travel years ago. There's a woman across the Narrow Sea boasting of her son with "dayne eyes" who will be the next sword of the morning.

@baashirdayne @myriamas

#.*. whispers from the realm

[baashirdayne]

| a starter for @myriamas​ | | where: myriam’s apartments in highgarden the personal guard stands within her quarters, silently|

Baashir Dayne’s greatest talent when not speaking of his swordsmanship came from his ability to say nothing. The Lord of Starfall, the sword of the morning, could stand in the presence of people they only knew he was there because of overwhelming heir coming from him that demanded you were intruding on his space. The feeling of hard, coal eyes fixated on nothing and everything. Guards were meant to be faceless. Emotionless. Baashir Dayne was a warrior. A caste meaning as much as it did 10,000 years ago with in the boundaries of his lands. And he is a guard. Because he gave himself. His name. His sword. His heart. And swore to give his life for nothing. 

He stared at her as she sat with her ladies on those stupid fucking pillows. Baash didn’t have to break his gaze to wonder what each corner of this room had been subjected to before and during their arrival. Some times there were words spoken by others. Suggestions by others. And he considered cutting through them if it were proper to do such a thing but what sort of man killed those in waiting. 

Every inch of her face he knew. He swam in her eyes. Knew the differences in her smiles. Knew her moods as well as he knew his own. Hollow. They are hollow and damaged and broken. And nothing. 

Nothing.

N-o-t-h-i-n-g. 

Void of meaning. 

Empty. 

“I need to speak to the Princess.” Baash cut through the conversation. “Dismiss them.” 

“Or don’t.” 

A beat. 

“Please.”

#c: myriam #myriam002 #who said i would let go? certainly not me. certainly not you.; shattered #i gave it all for a fantasy. will the world remember me? will you?; myriam

[owenstark]

| @myriamas | | setting :: hayford, dornish apartments | | coronation event | | summary :: after baashir dayne cancels their meeting, the king of the north meets with dorne's regent |

When Amir Manderly told him what happened it was the first time in some time the king in the north laughed a true laugh. It could be a seri ous misstep. He didn't foresee the Dornishmen declaring war over a fight nor did he think they would demand some shame be placed on Amir. Men were men. And men were the sort to fight with their fist over words. Nothing was hurt more than pride. From what he understood it was more of a personal issue. Though, he'd seen personal issues turn into wars, most every war was rooted in personal issues.

The First Minister cancelled their meeting and as a man who would not be deterred he sent someone to seek a meeting with the Princess and when she agreed he made his way to Hayford that evening. The King travelled alone, rather foolish or brave depending upon who was asked. Owen believed he could trust the honor of these people. The Northmen had no conflict with the Dornish. It was a relationship where all stood to benefit. Perhaps.

"Good morning, your highness. Allow to extend a great thanks you and your household for welcoming me thing morning and a chance to freshen up. The city smells of horse shit, there's no reason I should." Own bowed before the Princess, his arms crossing behind his back. "Before we go any further this morning allow me to apologize for this altercation between our lords."

#c: myriam #myriam001

[ryonwyl]

♛ → Dorne present(s) RYON WYL, the RULING LORD of WYL when the dragons danced in the sky they DIDN'T CARE who would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the THIRTY-FIVE year old MALE who was ARROGANT & HOSTILE before they saw the first of the flames, is now ARROGANT & HOSTILE after seeing the last. they’re often associated with sun baked mountain paths,the song of battle, and the screams of victory. ( aaron fontaine. )

Ryon's full name, Ryon Paras Tremond Lewyn Wyl has become something of a joke within House Wyl and among his friends. When insulted he will say "Ryon Paras Tremond Lewyn Wyl is not one for insults. Prepare for challenge." He has been talked down from these challenges several times. (Baashir Dayne has once worked him up so much that Ryon refused to be talked down until Baashir used Dawn to break Ryon's sword.)

Ryon has a reputation of being a man of trouble. Otto Hightower used to be wary of the son of Wyl, waiting for the day he would ascend over his old and much calmer father. With his father confined to a wheeled chair Ryon spent many years restrained by his father's firm hand. The first display of Ryon's taking control was the killing of Ser Steffon Connington who was presuing raiders wandered to far into the Boneway coming across the brash Lord of Wyl and dying soon after.

When his father died the dragons were dancing and Lord Ryon Wyl was wreking havoc in the marches on raiders and bandit camps. Attacking and killing any knights from the Stormlands seen to close to what he deems as his part of the marches. As Lord he is referred to as "The Wyl of Wyl" as an official title.

#thy wyl be done ;; ryon wyl visage #the wyl of wyl ;; ryon wyl headcanons

[danceofdragonsrphq]

hi all! the admins at danceofdragonsrp wanted to put together a most wanted connections list - some of these have more than one family link as well as council positions! if you have any questions, please ask us or any of the muns  ♡

open ruling lady of white harbor, wife of lord nasir manderly, sister of lord eren marbrand (must be a turkish fc)

open prince of house stark, also lord commander of the night’s watch

open lordof house blackwood, hand and cousin of king casimir tully. also cousin to the starks of winterfell. also, ladies of house blackwood.

open lord of house frey, master of coin of king casimir tully (tension with casimir) - also, open ladies of house frey.

open ladies of house manwoody, sister to lady joy manwoody/yronwood (must be a desi fc)

open lord of house celtigar, master of coin to queen caerella targaryen, brother of lady lyra celtigar, mistress of whispers. also lady of house celtigar, younger sister to the ruling lord of claw isle as well as lady lyra celtigar.

open lord grafton, master of ships upon the vale council, cousin of bastard lord domeric stone of the snakewood

open lord and ladies of house bolton, master of whispers upon the council of king owen stark

open lord of house velaryon, master of ships to queen caerella targaryen, brother to lord deimos velaryon and vhaenessa velaryon - also lord of nightsong

open lady of (any westerland, reach or riverland house) as the betrothed of lord theomore westerling

open lady and lord of house mallister, siblings to ruling lord zakariya mallister and lady emira mallister (both must be a turkish fc & have an islamic name) 

open lord, lord and lady of house manderly, sibling to lord nasir manderly. also master of coin and master of ships. (must be a black fc) 

open lord and ladies of house dayne, sibling to lord baashir dayne, the sword of the morning (must be a desi/south asian fc) 

open lords and ladies of house fowler, siblings of lady ophelia fowler (needs to a black or filipino fc)

#got rp #asoiaf rp #period rp #got rpg #dance of dragons rp

[dastan-allyrion]

The noble house Allyrion of Godsgrace is pleased to announce the birth of Hasaryn Allyrion, first son of Lord Dastan and his paramour, Selene. The Lord of Godsgrace has acknowledged the baby boy as his trueborn son, granting him the Allyrion name. The matter of the boy’s role as heir of Godsgrace is still to be discussed with his grace, the Prince of Dorne.

Despite being away from home, the rite of the naming ceremony Namakarna was conducted at Highgarden on the first full moon after the tenth day of Hasaryn’s birth. The baby was bathed and dressed in new garments given to Dastan by his lady mother, Lady Ashara. Dastan’s immediate family and friends from the the Dornish court were invited to attend this private ceremony.

( @purpleeyedwaters, @morsmartelll, @myriamas, @lorczamartell, @shukrsabrrs, @joymanwoody, @opheliafowler, @nylajordayne, @baashirdayne & @armaans )

#dastan: headcanon #( selene waters ) #( hasaryn ii alyrion ) #( mors martell ) #( myriam allyrion ) #( loreza martell ) #( rashid jordayne ) #( joy manwoody ) #( ophelia fowler ) #( nyla jordayne ) #( baashir dayne ) #( armaan yronwood )

[yeseniaegen]

where: a private meeting room within the eyrie, midday, after lady yesenia egen has received a letter from the lord of starfall

she isn't quite sure what to think. a man of dorne, writing because he potentially wishes to marry her? why her? why a woman of the vale? does dorne not intend to keep to themselves, as they had previously said following the dissolving of a betrothal between princess loreza and king casimir? there are so many questions running through her mind. her head lifts as the door to the room opens and in comes her cousin, the king consort. there is a small smile that pulls on her lips and she quickly stands to bow her head out of respect for him.

"cousin," she greets him. "i thank you for coming... i know it was short notice, but i need a bit of guidance." will he be able to help her? she hopes so. "i received a letter from lord baashir dayne of dorne, requesting to visit to discuss a potential betrothal."

@rememberences

#〖 GRAHAM. 〗

[shukrsabrrs]

who: @lorduller where and when: the chambers of the master of laws, following the incident between lord toland and lady nyla jordayne, and following the discussion rashid had with mors and baashir dayne separately.

the ullers of hellholt had seemingly decided to slither their way from the deepest parts of the dunes of dorne to find themselves within sunspear to take an appointment upon the council of the prince; and truthfully, it were not often that rashid of house jordayne would find himself weary of another. not for reasons relating to knowing there would be appropriate defence if pushed, but for reasons regarding the nature of the ullers themselves: of all positions to take up, the master of whispers would give the entire knowledge of sensitive information.

there was no way of knowing the lack of trust the jordayne had within the ullers upon his meeting of the ruling lord during a council meeting, where the introduction had come and was swift. there was work to do, was there not?

and yet still, as the council discussed matters regarding the growing tensions between the riverlands and lys upon the attack of the river market resulting in high levels of loss both in regards to property and humane, it was suspected that in some way or another dorne would find themselves being dragged into direct conflict against the riverlands. whether it were dornish soldies that would bleed for lys, which he doubted; or whether it was coin sent across the narrow sea to support any efforts against the riverlands. they would find themselves in direct enmity, more than any other source of tension that had brewed between the two following the end of his own wife's betrothal to the river king.

"lord uller." he uttered, nothing present in his voice to give away the element of suspicion he held toward this meeting. and he hated the fact he held suspicion toward it, hated the fact he felt a sense of weariness in the presence of the man. as though with him came the ability to make a matter which could be handled cleanly into something far dirtier. and house jordayne would not be the means to an end the lord of hellholt wished to achieve in some roundabout way. his meeting with mors was separate to the council meeting and private, and yet, soon it had become the news of the entire court.

the growing tensions between house jordayne and house toland for dominance of the northern coast had finally burst, ripped through the scorching sand beneath the holes of their feet like some tamed beast. tamed, because that was who rashid of house jordayne was; one would not find him broiling with anger, and one would not find him cold and calculated enough to be plotting for a downfall. one would find him fully following the concept of justice; which would be served.

"i did not know we had more to discuss following the end of the small council meeting yesterday." his tone was polite, but his point clear. he was not a liar, not did he put on faces; his thoughts were clear.

lord uller wished to meet with him, and something in him suspected it was to do with the growing tensions and the spotlight rashid had put on the jordaynes for the sunspear court. truthfully, it was not something he would openly discuss with the man. the matter was one that was black and white, with two options: a trial by combat, or a direct offence launched by jordayne troops upon ghost hill which would not cease until ghost hill had been taken for the jordaynes. the tolands would lose their ancient ancestral seat, and it was a heavy reality to deal with.

a heavy weight to be remembered for; by history, and by those who knew and loved him most. he only prayed the matter would be settled between two men, rather than hundreds - even if that one man was the sword of the morning.

#c: doran #doran 001

[ruqaiyahdayne]

who: @raviofthesun when and where: two days following lady ruqaiyah dayne's arrival to sunspear from starfall, she crosses paths with the oldest surviving son of house martell - also being her betrothed from their early youth. context: these two have known one another for many years, considering there was some time where ravi lived at starfall to train with baashir during the time of him being a second son.

feigning exhaustion and borderline sickness from the journey across the breadth of dorne had worked in the favour of the lady of starfall; even if she had needed to put her ability to dramatise anything and everything into good use, as though the journey was not one that was done regularly both in the past and the present. the daynes had ventured to the great sept of sunspear alongside the other courtiers of those who swore to be unbowed, unbent and unbroken; a moment of respite from the close monitoring she had been dealing with by her mother and brother alike.

and so the moment the door had shut behind her quarters, an entitled amethyst gaze had immediately turned toward the guard that remained in her room…who now remained a watchful eye on this golden sandy beach in the shadow of the fortress of sunspear and the shadow city itself.

the wonders of giving instructions with no falter or stammer, with the sound logical reason of fresh air helping her fight off the impending sickness she felt at the back of her entirely clear throat. truthfully, her stay in sunspear had been tarnished by a certain ghost's reappearance across from her at a circle table - and this trip was an important one, for a multitude of reasons. the daynes would need to cement their position, in more ways than one. one of such ways would end in her and ravi of the sun circling the marital flames a total of seven times.

but things were different; and as much as she wished to simply be able to navigate herself into his sphere to find a way to close the distance that was some months of business and distance, sunspear and the dornish sun were his halls. and he somehow seemed more of a prince here than in any other place. a part of her grew irritated with the fact she could not smoke under the gaze of the starfall guard, though now she knew this place existed, she would no doubt find some way to slip here.

and when a distant figure appeared upon one of the sand dunes, she narrowed her amethyst gaze, using her hand to shield herself from the glare of the sun behind it to try and see who it was that was walking toward her. feet remained in the sparkling intense blue of the ocean, silver anklets submerged, and pastel pink silk swirling at her feet. the sun continued to blind her, and she began to step forward from the sea kissing at her feet, when the dots connected.

"skipping the sept too, your highness?" she asked, her voice trailing over the soft sound of the waves as she walked too. and whilst she could comfortably refer to ravi as her friend, he was her prince too; especially in such a setting, and so she dropped into a graceful curtsy, not deep enough for it to be strange, but enough to signify respect and a comfort in doing such things. they knew the way their worlds worked - and whilst she complained of many things, he was not one of them. "i have been meaning to ask you what time you were born."

"but you are surrounded each time i see you." she had not realised how much the political situation had changed until she had seen it. rav was not a second son anymore, and a small part of her began to wonder. wonder what she had not wondered before. would marrying another, that was not her, make more sense?

#c: ravi #ravi 001 #tag pending #my babiesss

[myriamas]

plot: summarising the outcome of lord dante of house uller and the revelation of who was truly behind the murder of prince mors martell.

after dante uller is made second minister of dorne he grows a taste for the finer things in life that come with being a member of court and sitting so high. a taste for power, that goes to his head. he decides this wasn't a kindness but what he deserves and he begins to think his deserves the position of first minister as well.

his hate of baashir dayne turns into obsession, wanting the position of first minister, but also increasingly clashing with baashir. it becomes noticeable upon the council. to further cement his position, he and doran uller come up with the plan of getting him close the princess regent, myriam allyrion, to cement his position. most notably, investigating who killed mors martell. in reality, dante was creating evidence to argue it was myriam and zahra sand that planned to commit regicide.

unknown to anyone, it was dante uller that killed mors martell through poisoning.

there is continued growing tension between baashir dayne and dante uller, and doran uller notices it. he warns dante of being more tactical and not engaging in any brash moves. they clash, and it is a turning point in the relationship between uncle and nephew.

as plotted, dante takes advantage of the overwhelmed nature of myriam allyrion, coming off as very easy going and open minded. dante begins to pop up more during social events, his presence seemingly always lingering in the background. he begins to join her for innocent drinks.

devani toland notices her lifelong best friend, dante uller, is spiralling; into something even beyond his own ability to handle. she begs him to run away to essos with her; in response, he merely tells her to trust him. she mentions it to doran uller, asking him to persuade dante to run away to essos with her. it is the fateful sign doran uller needs to betray his own nephew.

it is during this time doran uller suspects dante is readying to carry out an ancient uller practice: taking over hellgate hall through kinslaying. not ready to let go of that his lordship, doran and baashir have a secret meeting to deal with a common issue. in this meeting, doran tells baashir about the false plot dante is creating.

the very same evening when drinking together, it suddenly becomes very clear to myriam that dante is trying to bed her. as she moves to leave, she drops her bangle. as she gathers her things, dante helps, making a comment that she should stay the evening whilst putting his hand on the curve of her waist. there was realisation in a drunken haze, and she ends up leaving.

there is chaos in the great hall in the middle of the night, where baashir dayne demands a trial by combat. doran uller is smug, considering another is taking out his nephew and he need not get too involved. however for the first time, the court sees the extent of baashir dayne's struggle with impulse control - dante uller accepts the dual, commenting baashir was too simple-minded to notice what was happening all along.

it results in baashir beating dante to death, criston cole style.

involving: @lorduller / @baashirdayne / @devanitoland / @dancingshores

#dorne. #plot drop: strike off the head of the snake.