Ellaria kept a close eye on Aegon as he tasted the fruits of Dorne. She kept it to herself, but she wasn't thrilled at the thought of Oberyn becoming Hand of the King, not when there was another man vying for the throne. Their place was in Dorne, with their children, not among the Westerosi where they were constantly judged and people always had some greater intentions hidden among the folds of their dresses. She loved the world, but she loved Dorne and did not want to become mixed in a web of politics. She did not want to see Dornishmen die because a Targaryen and Baratheon wanted to fight over throne of knives.

"I thank you for your Hospitality. Your House shall be the first of many to bend the knee to myself. And the more willing the better."

Ellaria nodded politely, but was boiling inside. Bend knee? Clearly he was never educated in the manners of being a good a proper king, it was not becoming to refer to his subjects as those who bent their knees, especially when Dorne had done so willingly and supportively. Ellaria found it arrogant and insulting, and hoped Oberyn would hurry. She was not going to be able to fake her kindness much longer. King or not, he was acting like a boy who had just found a gold play thing and wanted to take advantage of it.

"Oberyn is very wise, he is our best fighter. He speaks frankly with others, but is respectful and gracious, qualities of a good politician," she started. In their short visit, she was feeling Aegon did not have those qualities. 

"Obama, Nymeria and Tyene I assume, as is their names? Oberyn's daughters are not sell swords, your grace. Their will is their own whether or not they will go to war," she answered, knowing full well the Sand Snakes had no intention on joining ranks and being ordered around by a white haired stranger. She found it rude for the king to refer to them as a bastard nickname for all of Oberyns eight daughters. If he intended to have them fight beside him, it would be useful if he knew who he was talking about. They were independent by nature, loyal to their father and family, but not so much that they would blindly follow into war. 

"Tell me, your grace, do you intend for Oberyn to relocate?" she asked frankly, not thrilled at the thought of having to leaving the warmth of Dorne.