“The lawful heir?” The prince snorted. “She is older than her brother,” explained Tyene, as if he were some fool. “By law the Iron Throne should pass to her.” “By Dornish law.” “When good King Daeron wed Princess Myriah and brought us into his kingdom, it was agreed that Dornish law would always rule in Dorne. And Myrcella is in Dorne, as it happens.” “So she is.” His tone was grudging. “Let me think on it.” Tyene grew cross. “You think too much, Uncle.” “Do I?” “Father said so.” “Oberyn thought too little.” “Some men think because they are afraid to do.” “There is a difference between fear
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