The King's Justice, calls himself "Oberyn"

The man stepped out of the shadows and emerged forward. He smirked and despite herself, it made Nova's stomach flip. The Fae was around her age, brunette curls falling lightly into his face. He wasn't a tall man but he carried himself with a certain confidence. His face was full of character, a scar across his left eye, a nose that was a little too big, a glint in his green eyes. It was hard to describe, but he was both homely, and the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen in her life.

He pulled a stool over and sat in front of her.

"Shall we begin with names, witch?"

"You first."

He snorted. "I'm the King's Justice, and you are my prisoner. So try again."

King's Justice. Torturer. Shit.

"Nova."

He hummed. "Nova. I've heard stories of you. They don't live up to the real thing."His eyes hungrily ran over her cleavage, getting a spectacular view from the lifting corset and position of her arms jutting it out further. "Think they downgraded you about one D."

"So you know what I'm capable of then."

The Fae smirked. "I don't believe rumors. I'd like to find out for myself. Name is Oberyn. King's Justice. I think you may have met your match, Nova. You flirt and tease with those bedroom eyes and perfect tits. But my speciality? Sexual ****."