open raven with suriya martell at a balcony of sunspear.
The past months suriya had braised herself for her own turmoil of emotions when the nobles of other regions began to trickle in and overtake the city she loved so much. yet it had not come, the moodiness, the unhappiness, the rebellious attitude. no. she had been surprised by how much she adored how the city shun with excitement for the festivities to come, the sound of the people proud and ready to show everyone how magnificent the dornish people were. it made her proud, it had been days in which the princess had been all smiles and pleasant mood. “look at how the city buzzes with excitement,” she comments, leaning on the rail of the balcony with first row the the main city where carriages came in an endless line, “its magnificent.”
