"I know, Rella," Arianne replied quietly. A cold gust of wind blew over, making both of them shiver. "I know! Trystane would never usurp me, and Jon Snow has probably already bent the knee like his ancestor at the sight of dragons. I know that my father would rather ally with a nameless Lyseni orphan just to see Elia avenged and the Lannisters brought low before he dies. But I could not bear to stand and watch him waste away in delirious pain any longer. For the last few moons, Sunspear felt like a prison, not a home. I just wanted to get away, and this was the perfect excuse."