That response gave her pause. So he wasn't Dornish, nor did he seem to be from the Summer Isles or anything even remotely of old Valyrian descent. He could've been from the Reach, but he seemed too rugged... A Northerner then?

"Where you come from, is there much snow?"

- Moondancer was more mild mannered and obedient, her father's dragon, Caraxes, may leap at the chance of an extra meal.

"I'm certain it won't be a problem returning you to Dorne. I assume you were sent here to have an audience with her grace Queen Rhaenyra?"

The trio made their way to the stables, so the horse could be safely stashed away. It wasn't wise to have a horse loose where drsgons roam. While Baela's -

- She quickened her pace.

“I understand you must have come a long way to Dragonstone. Why? What business do you have here?”

Baela fell silent, pondering to herself on whether he meant The Mother from The Seven or if the lady he spoke of was of an entirely different culture. The subject of religion was dropped in favor of a lighter subject.

“Ser Armand?” -

- it, she was following him outside.

“By ‘The Lady’, do you mean her grace?”

D’Aquitaine? Bretonnia? There was no such name or place in Westeros as far as Baela knew. From his surprisingly good looks, it could be assumed that he came from Dorne. She watched him for a while, her annoyance increasing for some unknown reason. Before she could think better of -

- “Talk and walk, you and your horse are to be out of this castle NOW.”

“I want your name and your station, ser. I want to know exactly who would allow a horse to slip their grasp like this.”

Arms crossed over her chest, a sure indication that there would be consequences for the uproar in the home of the royal family. -

Silver hair, yet the face is unknown to her.

“Forgive me, but who are you?”

- The horse could still be heard running amok in the distance.

“That is YOUR horse? WHY is it inside the castle?! I do not know what kind of knight you are, but THIS is entirely unacceptable!”