Refuse them, princess. I mistrust these sellswords. Do not go to Storm’s End.
Ser Daemon, you squired for my uncle Oberyn. If you were with him now, would you be counseling him to refuse as well? I know the answer. And if you are about to remind me that I am no Red Viper, I know that too. But Prince Oberyn is dead, Prince Doran is old and ill, and I am the heir to Dorne.
Arianne II, The Winds of Winter