Game of Thrones, Season 5

[Jaime is escorted into the palace of Sunspear by Areo Hotah; Doran, Myrcella, Ellaria and Trystane are already there, drinking Dornish wine]

Jaime Lannister:
Prince Doran.

Doran Martell:
Forgive us, we started without you. Please sit.

Jaime Lannister:
Princess Myrcella.

Myrcella Baratheon:
Uncle.

Jaime Lannister:
What a lovely dress.

Myrcella Baratheon:
You don't like it?

Jaime Lannister:
You must be cold.

Myrcella Baratheon:
Not at all. The Dornish climate agrees with me.

Jaime Lannister:
Prince Trystane. How's your jaw?

Trystane Martell:
A flea-bite.

Ellaria Sand:
What are you doing in Dorne?

Jaime Lannister:
Looking after the safety of my niece, the Princess Myrcella.

Doran Martell:
And rather than send a raven or speak to me directly, you decided to enter my country in secret and abduct our guest by force.

Jaime Lannister:
We received a threatening message. The Princess's necklace, in the jaws of a viper.

Myrcella Baratheon:
That necklace was stolen from my room.

Jaime Lannister:
Ah, excellent. A last meal, before the beheading?

Doran Martell:
Oh, I can't behead you. Many in Dorne want war but I've seen war. I've seen the bodies piled on the battlefields. I've seen the orphans starving in the cities. I don't want to lead my people into that Hell.

Ellaria Sand:
No, you want to break bread with the Lannisters.

Doran Martell:
And that is precisely what we're doing. Let us drink to Tommen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms! King Tommen insists on his sister's return to the Capital.

Jaime Lannister:
I'm afraid he does.

Doran Martell:
I cannot disobey my King's command. She will return with you, to King's Landing and my son, Prince Trystane, will accompany you both. If the alliance between Dorne and the Iron Throne is to continue, their engagement must stand.

Jaime Lannister:
I accept.

Doran Martell:
One more thing. My brother was named to the Small Council before his... death. Your father understood the importance of keeping Dorne in the fold. With Oberyn gone, Trystane will take his place on the Small Council.

Jaime Lannister:
You have my word.

Ellaria Sand:
The word of a Kingslayer! [to Doran] No wonder you can't stand; you have no spine!

Doran Martell:
You are mother of four of my nieces, girls I love very much. For their sake, I hope you live a long and happy life. Speak to me that way again, and you won't. [releases her, Ellaria storms off]