It made her feel small, incredibly small, and incredibly powerless. She was to be the next ruler of Dorne and could command thousands of men with nary a word, yet that meant nothing. Nothing in the face of absolute power like a dragon. And even without the dragon, Jon Stark radiated danger. She remembered that his cold, merciless eyes glanced in her direction and made her blood freeze. It did not escape her notice that the Northern king had no trouble lifting something that made four burly men struggle to carry. In her seven and twenty years, Arianne thought she had met all kinds of men possible; cruel, dangerous, craven, brave; she had seen it all and had no fear. As an Heiress of Dorne, she had nothing to fear from any of them. Arianne felt incredibly foolish now, as even the most terrifying of them seemed tame in comparison to this Dragonlord.