Lewyn Dayne could feel the sea breeze rushing through his jet black hair as he stood at the entrance to Sunspear, awaiting the acceptance of his arrival and to see the Prince of Dorne, Doran Martell. He looked at the guards at the Castle's entrance and gave a sly smirk at one of them who seemed a bit skittish. These Salt Dornish were smaller than he and his Stone Dornish and they seemed to be simple city guards instead of warriors. The small retinue that he had brought with him was camped just ouside the city but he had come in with two of his best guards. He knew this because he had been trained by one and had a hand in training the other. Thanks to Lewyn, Starfall and the Elbow had a skilled set of elite warriors. Lewyn just hadn't let the rest of the world know this yet.
"How long does it take to let the Prince know I am here. He was expecting my arrival, we sent a raven." He said to the other guard, thinking the skittish one would just mumble over his words. The guard simply shrugged his shoulder, giving off the impression he had been doing this job for too long and was now getting lazy in his excution of his job. "You know, it's rude to not answer a lord," Lewyn pointed out before he suddenly pulled out his spear and had the blade mere inches from the neck of the guard who hadn't answered him. His muscular arm was taut as his light bronze armor moved along with his body gracefully. The guard started spluttering a reply, the other guard seemingly wanting to sink into the walls of Sunspear.
After a bunch of apologies and explanations followed by "My Lord" Lewyn swiftly brought the spear back to his back, placing it there and casually looking out over Sunspear. It was majestic in it's beauty and difference to the rest of the Seven Kingdoms and his own lands. All though the heat was similar, the Red Mountains were hard men. These Salt Dornish had a lot more luxuries to soften them.
And the city itself was alive with noise and what Lewyn believed was doubt. Word had spread of Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper's death in Kings Landing. From what Lewyn had heard, Oberyn had championed Tyrion Lannister to defend him against the accusation of killing Joffery Baratheon, all though Lewyn doubted his was the son of Robert. Apparently the Mountain, a man dispised in Dorne thought Oberyn and killed him, but not through better swordsmanship. That was impossible, Oberyn was to fast to lose in a fair fight against that monster. Oberyn had him beat by all acounts, just for the Mountain to grab him and do the unthinkable, crushing Oberyn's head into a gory mess. And this is how the Lannisters and Kings Landing let an emmisary that Dorne had sent get treated.
Stretching out his arms he turned back to the castle in time to see a guard arrived at the doors and permit Lewyn and his two men to enter. Lewyn gave them a look of about time as he entered the building, immediately feeling his body leave the blistering sun and cool down slightly from the shade. The guard said something about the Prince seeing other visitors today all partitioning for one thing or another so his forum with the Prince may not just be himself and Doran. That didn't matter to Lewyn though, playing to an audience may even help him with what he asked.
It was common knowledge amongst the Lords of Dorne what Lewyn Dayne was here to request. Lewyn had been working to gain support of the common people and the influential people and lords for five years. He had been generous to the common folk and kind and friendly with the Lords, lending money that he now had thanks to the farms and cities that he had help start around and in his castles. Lewyn Dayne wanted Blackmont back as part of his High Lordship. It had been part of the High Lordship of the Red Mountains for years. But somehow the Blackmonts had become independent of them and answered straight to Sunspear. And for Lewyn's plans, he need more power and land. And he was confident that asking for Blackmont back into his High Lordship wasn't to big of an ask.
But that wasn't the only reason he was here. That was just the reason that Prince Doran knew about, all though he knew Prince Doran to be smart and clever and most likely had a spy or two in Starfall.
When the guard got to a big set of doors, he nodded to the two guards on this door, a lot more professional looking than the ones outside, as they opened the door to Prince Doran's quarters and Lewyn walked in. Sitting on a chair at the end and center of the room was Prince Doran, looking old and stressed. The room was also full of others, as one person was petitioning the Prince for an allowance off of his taxes. Lewyn went to one side of the room, feeling eyes on him as he and his two escorts got comfortable against a wall. He could see Areo Hotah next to the Prince watching him closely as well. But Lewyn had no desire to kill a Martell. There were much better people in Westeros to kill.
He looked around the room and smiled at a lot of those in the room who made eye contact with him, knowing that a lot were either staring at his build or at the ash blonde streak in his hair. Lewyn charmed any lady with a smile and gave a gracious nod to any man in the room as he waited for his turn to speak.