"Maybe I should!" Doran's face twisted into a grimace and reddened like a dragon pepper. Sarella did not know if it was from anger, pain, or both. "Time and time again, you don't deign to present yourself with the dignity and acumen of the future ruler of Dorne! After all, while Tristane might be young, he is not half as foolish as you are. I'm going to give you one chance to prove yourself. It's a matter of time until the Lannisters fall to Aegon. Go North to Winterfell with Sarella; bring the Starks back into the fold, or I shall disinherit you!"