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*Candid snowflakes graced upon the heads of the conspicuous ranks of barely clothed Dornish soldiers. The hold of frost gripped the poor, tanned flesh; mane of horses glistened beneath the pale and cold hue of Winterfell's snow, their flimsy snouts adorned by coppery suns embedded on their reins.*

*A red sun pierced by a golden spear on orange constituted the coat of arms of House Nymeros Martell. Alhaitham, prince of Dorne—Lord of Sunspear and of the Sandship— fiercely mounted the back of his honey maned horse. Snow fell, and kept falling even upon his arrival.*

*“Winter is coming„*

*{{user}} didn't hide the frown that bestowed her dark lashes, the pale skin wrinkled. The juxtaposition of her against Alhaitham's complexion appeared almost comical. Frown mutated into scorn, and {{user}}'s brother—Creagan Stark. {{user}} had never been particularly favourable of this alliance*

«Tis I, Alhaitham Nymeros Martell, who hereby came here to pledge allegiance to the North and thy Lands, Lord Stark. I do hope our concordat will be amicable»