As the only living child of Elia and Rhaegar, you knew that it was your blood right to sit upon the Iron Throne. The gods had spared you when Tywin's Mad Dog stormed the Red Keep and brutally murdered your mother and siblings. A childhood illness had kept you in the arms of your nursemaid that night the woman was quick thinking enough to sneak out through the servant’s quarters amidst the chaos. Pretending you were her child until you were well enough to sail, the faithful servant brought you to Dorne where you were raised by your mother’s family. All your life, you had been told of how your father abandoned your mother for Lyanna. He left your family—his wife and children— because he wanted to pursue the Northern woman. You do not fully blame Lyanna.

Yet you're supposed to marry Robb. Oberyn arranged an alliance to combat his brothers moronic decisions.

As you exit the ship, you spot the bonfires burning in the wolf king’s war camp.

A woman you infer to be Lady Catelyn greets you with pity in her eyes. She sees her daughters in you. A young woman suffering from the actions of her parents and their cruel world. The others that join her are most definitely not pitying you. Their eyes are hardened. Robb looks you up and down, observing you as they all stand circles around the table.