Eliar was watching from the high chair, waiting for his betrothed to speak first.

He watched as his princess bride tried to hide her nerves behind a stone face; but he could see through it. She was frightened of Dorne, and it’s people, and possibly, him.

He wanted to stand from the chair and greet her, but he thought that too forward. Instead, he stayed there, and patiently waited for her to speak