Just outside of King's Landing, Tyrion and his companions awaited for the Dornish arrival for his nephew's marriage to Lady Margaery of House Tyrell. Tyrion turned to face the street heading out of King's Landing while Bronn wiped the sweat from his brow. Many common people pass as the people talk among themselves.

An elderly woman walked past Tyrion with two goats as Bronn finally said, "How many Dornishmen does it take to fuck a goat?"

"Please don't." Tyrion sighed staring at the road unflinchingly. Tyrion heard the banner shifted in the air as his squire moved slightly.

"It seems to me a smart place to meet travelers is in a tavern that way when one party is late then the other party could drink some ale inside." Bronn drawled out before taking a sip of ale.

"It's the Prince of Dorne we're waiting for not one of your sellsword friends." Tyrion replied tired already.

"If he's so damned important then how come they send you to meet him?" Bronn asked.

Tyrion turned his friend sighing, "There's bad blood between the Martells of Dorne and the Lannisters of Casterly Rock. Has been for years."

"In just in case the Martells of Dorne are looking to spill some Lannister blood then might as well be yours, eh?" Bronn tilted his head at his boss as he spoke.

"There's no need for criticism. I happened to be an accomplished diplomat."

"Oh." Bronn took a swig of his ale. Tyrion saw the banners of the Dornishmen as he turned to Bronn and Podrick.

"Ah, here we are." Tyrion patted his hands on his clothes to get rid of the sweat and the dirt that cling to his hands. Tyrion clapped his hands towards the knights behind him signalling them to be ready for the Dornishmen's arrival.

"Could you read the sigils?" Tyrion asked Bronn who squinted at the banners.

"Yellow balls?"

"Wild lemons in a purple field, House Dalt of Lemonwood." Podrick answered Tyrion's question as Bronn stood up. "A vulture grasping a baby in its talons, House Blackmont. A crowned skull, House Manwoodys of Kingsgrave."

"The boy knows his Dornish houses." Tyrion was impressed with Podrick.

"I need a sigil." Bronn mused.

"And House Martell, a red sun pierced by a spear?" Tyrion asked Podrick.

Podrick looked at the Dornishmen banners, "I don't see it, my Lord."

The Dornish lords neared them so Tyrion took a several steps forward, "Well met, my lords. His grace, King Joffrey, welcomes you in his name. My lord father, the King's Hand, sends his greetings as well. I am Tyrion Lannister of Casterly Rock, master of coin."

The Dornish lords stared at Tyrion unimpressed as Tyrion shifted almost in habit when he is uncomfortable with the situation. "Forgive me but I don't see Prince Doran in your company."

Lord Blackmont spoke, "The Prince's health forces him to remain at Sunspear. He sends his siblings, Prince Oberyn and Princess Alora, to attend the royal wedding in his stead."

Tyrion kept his confusion inside as he responded, "Yes, the king will be delighted to enjoy the company of a warrior as renowned as Prince Oberyn and a successful woman like Princess Alora at his wedding feast."

"Will he?" Lord Blackmont let his amusement show in his voice.

"And where is Prince Oberyn and Princess Alora?"

"Arrived before dawn. Not a man for welcome parties, our prince." Lord Blackmont explained. "The princess is maybe in the gardens of the Red Keep."

"Very well. My lords, this men from the city watch willー" Tyrion was interrupted as the Dornishmen rode past him and the men behind.

"That was some accomplished diplomacy," Bronn said sarcastically. "Now what?"

"We must find the Martells before they kill someone or someones."